by L. E. Wilson
He dropped the bags and clenched his fists tightly at his sides as he ground his teeth together. His vampire nature struggled to be given free rein, but somehow Nik held it back.
Quietly, he ordered, “Emma. Back off.” His voice was low and rough, his words not quite convincing. Not even to himself.
In response, she leaned closer to him, pressing her soft breasts into his chest. Her heart pounded so hard, he could feel it thudding against him. In fear? Or anticipation?
Rising up on her tiptoes, she brought her exposed throat closer to his mouth. She let go of her hair, allowing the wavy mass to fall to the side as she slid her hands across his stomach to each side of his waist to steady herself.
Nik’s muscles tightened and jumped everywhere she touched. He clenched his jaw, but he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head and skimming his lips over her pulsing artery. Her body molded perfectly to his. Smelled so good to him. He could pick out her unique scent over all the others covering their clothes, barely even noticed them. Her blood completely overpowered everything else.
As she leaned her soft length into his hardness, her faint moan of pleasure had him unclenching his fists. Grasping her hair with one hand, he pulled her head farther to the side, while his other arm came around her shoulders and squeezed her to him.
Another moan from her and he pulled his lips back, helplessly running the tip of one fang down her neck until it rested on that titillating pulse. He pressed against it, just enough, barely puncturing the surface of her skin.
He flicked his tongue over the drop of blood he’d drawn, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He imagined he’d have the same reaction when he tasted her cunt. She’d be drenched with desire for him. He knew this for a fact. He could smell her. Could feel how much she wanted him.
His entire body shook with the effort it took to restrain himself, and as her blood coated his tongue and the scent of her lust filled his nose, Nik felt the last remnants of his waning willpower slip away. Every single fiber of his being was telling him to take what she was offering.
She was HIS, goddamn it.
Yet still, he tried one last effort to resist. “Emma,” he pleaded. “Please…make me stop.” Even as he choked out the words, his hand slid down her back to hold her hips still, and he ground his throbbing erection into her soft belly as he pressed a soft kiss to the wound he’d made. “Just…tell me to stop.”
Her hands clenched his shirt as her body trembled against his. Her breasts swelled and her nipples throbbed against his hard chest. His arm was the only thing that kept her from sagging to the ground.
But instead of obeying him, she ordered him to take what he needed. “Nikulas. Take me. Do it.” Whether she meant her blood, or her body, or both, he didn’t know.
Her words were his undoing. With a shaky, “I’m so sorry,” his head reared back and he struck hard, his fangs sliding seamlessly through her soft skin and piercing her artery. He vaguely heard her cry out as her hot blood raced into his mouth.
Nik lifted her off the ground as he drank. He strode forward to the stone and pressed her against it, caging her in with his body. Sucking hard, her blood flowed down his throat like the sweetest ambrosia, and began to heal him, body and soul.
Emma wrapped her legs around his waist as he fed, his soft moans in her ear the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. With every strong pull he took from her neck, an equally strong pulse of heat shot through her body from his bite straight to her core.
When he started rolling his hips, his erection hitting her swollen clitoris thick and hot even through their clothes, Emma couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, and she let it take her, clinging to his strong shoulders for dear life as she cried out her pleasure.
His arms were like steel bands, holding her tight as she came apart within them. The sounds he made ripped through her, altering her forever. He took one last, long draw, then licked at his bite, soothing the burning wound.
Without giving her a chance to recover, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her frantically while he continued to grind himself into her. He grabbed the neckline of her bloody shirt with one hand, tearing it open like it was made of little more than paper.
Emma’s half-hearted protest went unheard as he palmed her aching breast, plucking at the nipple through her bra, before ripping that off of her also. The feel of his warm hand on her bare skin swiftly evaporated any fleeting concerns she had about him seeing her naked again.
Nik tore his mouth from hers, and Emma gasped as he lifted her until her breasts were at level with his hungry mouth, one arm under her ass and the other hand lifting her breast to his mouth. Sucking and nipping at her nipple, he drove all thought from her head except for the feel of his warm, wet mouth on her.
Holy shit. Emma felt like she was about to pass out, and at the same time, completely alive. She was lost. Lost completely to this male. Helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted to her. Not that she would stop him, even if she could.
She cried out as he sucked hard on her nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue. Without warning, his fangs pierced her areola, drawing blood, and he groaned in delight as he sucked on her. She cried out again as pain mixed briefly with pleasure, her hips moving as she tried to ease the tension that was building within her again. Stabbing her hands into his hair, Emma held him to her breast.
“More,” she demanded. “Nikulas, please…”
Chapter 32
Out of his mind with lust for his female, Nik attacked her breasts. Her blood coursed through his body, stunning his senses. He’d never felt anything like it. It nourished him. Healed him. His muscles felt stronger, his eyesight sharper, his nerve endings electrified. And at the same time, he was completely drunk on the feel of her in his arms. In his blood.
He felt alive. More alive than he had since first becoming a vampire.
With a soft bite to her nipple, he leaned back slightly to admire her bare chest, and felt the breath still in his own. Her breasts were small, tipped with pale, pink nipples, but they were full and perfectly formed. Or they would have been if not for the small chunk missing from the lower part of her left breast.
Nik had a sudden urge to kill those things all over again.
“What’s wrong?” Emma’s breathless inquiry quickly diverted his attention back to her.
He met her worried gaze with his own. “You’re beyond beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely. And he meant it.
Kissing the hollow of missing flesh, he stepped away from the rock and lowered her down his body, licking and sucking his way up until her legs straddled his hips again. Her lips were soft and swollen under his as he kissed her, and he thrust his tongue into her sweet mouth over and over until she was kissing him back just as urgently. Her arms tightened around his neck, and her hands fisted in his hair to hold him to her. Like he was going anywhere. Dropping down to his knees, he lowered her down to the soft grass and settled his weight on top of her.
Stopping was not an option anymore.
Emma clung to him, her breathing ragged and her nails digging into his skin. He barely felt it, because just then she opened her legs and raised her hips up to meet him. She rubbed herself up and down his swollen member, and Nik responded in kind. Burying his face between her neck and shoulder, he gripped her hip with one hand to hold her where he wanted her.
He wanted to go slow, but he couldn’t fight the drive to take her anymore. With lightning speed, he sat up and undid her jeans. Her shoes and pants were off of her before she realized what was happening, and as he gazed down at her, Nik felt his entire being go still.
She watched him worriedly as his vampire eyes traveled the length of her, taking in every detail—every curve, every scar—of her body. Before he was finished, she grabbed at the sides of what remained of her shirt, and tried to pull it together to cover herself.
But Nik would have none of it. He knelt over her, still fully dressed, and looked his fill, snarling at he
r and holding her wrists when she tried to hide the sight of her perfection from him. He would not be denied this. He wanted to see her. All of her. At his leisure. The darkness did not deter him in the least.
And…Ah…She was even lovelier than he’d imagined.
Her skin was creamy and smooth, with light freckles covering her nose and shoulders. The paleness contrasted deliciously with his natural tan as he laid his palm between her luscious breasts, directly over her heart. Her scars were discolored, ragged areas from the attack she’d survived. The ones on her front similar to the ones he’d already seen. But they only made her more beautiful to him.
His tiny warrior.
Her hips, though slight, were still full and feminine. Her legs and arms were toned and strong, her stomach subtly curving down to the soft, red curls that covered her sweet pussy. He wanted to bury his nose in those curls. Nuzzle down into them, spread her open with his tongue, and taste her until she came in his mouth.
But that would have to wait.
Yanking his shirt over his head, he threw it to the side, pausing a second to allow Emma the same time he’d demanded from her. Her eyes eagerly devoured his bare skin. When he moved to undo his jeans, her eyes flew to his waistband, and her tongue wet her bottom lip. He rose to his feet, and quickly divested himself of his boots and jeans. The entire time, he never took his eyes from her.
Then he was lowering himself back down to the female lying waiting in the grass. Nudging her legs open with his knee, he moved over her, sliding his throbbing cock up through her slick folds and back down again, spreading her moisture to prepare her for him.
Emma stopped breathing as his broad head nudged at her entrance. She hadn’t had time to see much, but from the quick look he’d given her, he knew she was nervous. He felt the anxiety rear up inside of her, and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he rolled his hips, sliding himself back and forth over her sensitive nub. In no time at all, she was raising her hips to meet him, hands squeezing his biceps as a different kind of tension rose between them.
He gathered her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. Sliding his other hand under her plump ass, he held her hips still as his cock slid through her slick heat. With one powerful thrust, he entered her, crying out against her mouth as her body tightly hugged his entire length. Nik heard her wince and he stopped. His muscles twitched as he allowed her time to adjust to the size of him. Kissing her softly, his entire body trembled with the effort it took not to pound into her, but he held himself still, waiting for her.
“You’re so tight. Are you okay?” he rasped.
Emma lay completely still beneath him, breathing hard. “I think so.” She moved her hips a bit, and Nik groaned as he slid in and out, just a little. Just enough to torture him. He fought to hold still, and a shudder ran through his entire body. He squeezed her ass as his head fell to her shoulder on a loud groan.
“I can’t stay still much longer, sweetheart,” he hissed in her ear. She moved again underneath him. “Emma! I have to fuck you, I…Ah!”
“Yes. It’s okay. I’m okay.” She moved her hips again, encouraging him with soft moans.
Nik pulled his arm out from under her and lowered her ass down to the grass. He slid his hand under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, and opened her up even more for him. Releasing her wrists, he propped himself up with a hand on each side of her shoulders, then slid himself nearly all the way out before slamming back into her with a hoarse cry. “You feel so good…” He slid out again slowly, and pushed back in. Lowering his head, he nipped at her nipples as she arched her back, then he could take it no more.
Nik braced himself on his forearms, holding her tightly beneath him as he gained speed. Taking her mouth with his, he swallowed her cries as he pounded into her. Everything else faded away except for her.
Emma clutched at Nik’s shoulders as he took her further and further until each hard, fast thrust sent him so deep he could feel her womb. Everything she felt rose from her and directly into him, feeding his own lust as he fucked her mouth like he fucked her body, until she threw her head back, breaking off their kiss with a cry.
Taking her head between his hands, Nik held her still, and with an irrepressible snarl, he struck again. As his fangs pierced her skin, her body surged upward, then crashed over the edge.
Nik growled against her neck as her body bucked underneath him. The sounds of her cries and the feel of her wet warmth squeezing his cock as her blood ran down his throat was almost too much for him to bear.
Lifting his head from her throat, he slid his arms around her, holding her immobile as he took her almost violently. Until, with a hoarse cry, he shoved himself impossibly deeper and exploded inside of her, his entire body convulsing in time with his pulsing cock, filling her with his essence. He’d never come so hard before.
And as he slowly came down, he knew, he was never going to be the same again.
Chapter 33
Emma lay limp as Nik continued to slide slowly in and out of her, catching his breath. So that’s really what all of the fuss is about. She’d never quite understood the big deal about sex…until Nik had invaded her shower. And now this.
His tongue lapped at her neck and breasts, healing her wounds and cleaning off the last of the blood. Emma’s head swam and her limbs felt limp and lifeless. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.
“Emma?” She heard Nik’s husky voice say her name, but couldn’t get her throat to work to respond.
“Emma!” Louder this time.
She tried again to answer him. “Hmmm?”
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
He was giving orders again, but she did as he told her. As soon as her lips parted, she felt the warmth of his skin, and the sweetest taste dripped onto her tongue. She swallowed automatically, and then began sucking in earnest. Raising her hands, she held his wrist to her mouth as she drank greedily.
When he tried to pull it away, she tightened her grip with a sound of protest.
“Enough, sweetheart.” He licked the punctures to close them, and then dropped a kiss on her nose. “We need to go.”
Emma felt a rush of cool air over her bare skin as he carefully pulled out of her and sat back on his heels. She licked her lips. Whoa. She’d just drank his blood. And it wasn’t icky at all. It was more like an exquisite wine, only way better than the crap she bought at the grocery store.
It heated her blood, and she could feel it working its way through her system. She was suddenly wide-awake. Wide-awake, full of energy—
And horny as hell. Again.
Her hungry eyes locked on the perfect specimen kneeling so casually naked between her legs.
His cock hardened again as she bit her lip, drawing her eyes there, and she smiled with delight.
Nik tried, and failed, to suppress his own smile and told her in a stern voice. “Don’t be eyeballing me like that, woman. We need to get out of here, before more of these things show up.”
He chuckled softly as her eyes widened in comprehension and she looked around, suddenly remembering where they were. Clutching her shirt closed, she sat up so fast they almost knocked heads.
Nik took her by the shoulders to steady her. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “As soon as we’re done here, though, I’m going to take you home and fuck you until there’s not a single inch of you I haven’t tasted and we’re both too raw to move.” He laughed again as her face heated at his words.
Emma smacked at his chest. “Stop it! Get off of me, you big oaf!”
“I will. Just let me do this…” He grabbed his shirt, wadding it up so the bloody part wasn’t showing. Using the clean side, he cleaned her off, ignoring her embarrassed sputtering.
Emma gave up trying to get him to stop and took refuge behind her hands.
When she was as clean as he could get her, he pulled her hands away from her face and kissed her hard, then rose to his feet and stretched, completely unab
ashed by his nakedness.
Emma kept her head down and pulled her panties and jeans on. Sliding her feet into her shoes, she crossed her arms over her chest and squinted through the darkness for her bra. She found it about ten feet away, completely ripped in half.
She stared at the ruined undergarment, at a loss as to what she was going to wear. Taking the ripped ends of her bloody shirt, she tried to tie it together over her breasts, but they were too short and it wouldn’t stay tied.
Right as she was about to resign herself to walking back holding her shirt together, and having to deal with Aiden when they got there, a clean piece of black cotton appeared in front of her face.
“Here you go.”
With a mumbled “thank you”, she gave him her back and yanked off her ruined clothes, using them to wipe off any lingering blood on her skin as best she could before pulling on his shirt. It nearly swallowed her whole, but it was clean and warm, and it covered her. Rolling the sleeves up and tying up the bottom to shorten it, she turned around to find Nik already dressed in a matching clean shirt, his jeans, and combat boots. She gave him a questioning look.
His eyes glowed as they traveled over her wearing his shirt. “I always carry extra clothes when I travel. Us vampires tend to get bloody.”
An unexpected surge of jealousy rose in her before she remembered he only drank bagged blood. At least before she came around. He must be talking about fighting.
Right?
“I get into a lot of fights.” He answered the questions running through her mind before she could ask them. She probably didn’t need to. The connection between them from sharing blood was already growing. Even she could feel it.
“Of course,” she answered blithely. Holding out her bloody, ruined clothes, she asked, “What should I do with these?”
Nik took them from her and shoved them in a pocket of his pack. “We’ll burn them later.” Scanning the area for anything they may have forgotten, he asked, “You ready to go, Em?”
