Bound by Her Passion

by Mara Leigh

  I grab Rock’s hand before he rises. “But you will come to Gray’s, right? We still need to talk.”

  He looks at Gray quickly, then nods.

  “Don’t worry, big guy,” Gray says. “I’ll escort Selina home.”

  Gray’s sitting with perfect posture, the picture of the consummate gentleman, but his eyes tell a different story. No gentleman would ever consider what he clearly hopes to do to me tonight.

  Anticipation pulses through me, turning me instantly slick.

  The three of us have barely talked over the logistics of living under the same roof. For all I know the two of them have talked it out and arranged some kind of time-share, giving the other alone time with me.

  The idea of them discussing me behind my back makes me squirm but I don’t feel ready to be involved in the potentially awkward conversation. Not right now. For the moment, I’m grateful that they don’t want to kill each other, that they’re friends. Because I can’t bear the thought of living without them, either of them.

  “Keep her safe.” Rock nods toward Gray. “That cop was hanging around, bothering her.”

  “His name is Colton,” I interject. “And he wasn’t bothering me. I willingly talked to him the whole time you were gone.” I don’t want to keep secrets from Gray.

  Gray’s eyes widen and he takes my hands. “Tell me he doesn’t suspect what you are.”

  “Not a chance.” I am certain of that.

  “Good.” Gray stands and slides out of the booth. “Shall we go, my lady?”

  I take his offered hand.

  “See you later.” Rock kisses me lightly on the lips and I head out of the bar with Gray. I still want to talk with Rock about what happened, but at least some of the awkwardness has broken down. We’ll talk when he gets home.

  The night air is clear and cool, and it fills my lungs as soon as we get outside. Gray takes my hand and tugs me into a dark alley nearby. In a flash, his lips are on mine, his hand between my legs.

  I squirm against him. Can’t he wait until we get home? My body doesn’t want him to stop though, and his hand strokes over my jeans as his tongue slides into my mouth. The rest of the world incinerates in the fire we generate.

  He unbuttons my fly, and his hand slides under the denim.

  I grab his wrist. “Gray. Let’s go home.”

  “I need you. Now.” His voice is a near growl, the last word delivered against my throat. “I need to be inside you.” He licks the skin over my vein and I almost come.

  “I need you too, Gray.” Each of my words comes out on its own exhale as he strokes between my legs. “But it’s dangerous out here. They’re doing a vampire sweep. I’ll enjoy it more if we go home.”

  His erection presses against my stomach and his hips pulse as he dry humps me against the wall. He groans, and I’ve never seen Gray so out of control.

  “Not here. Please. What if someone’s watching? What if Colton does suspect what I am? What you are.”

  He pulls his hand from my pants and sighs as I do up my jeans. And then with his arm draped over my shoulders we head toward his house.

  “Was it the feeding?” I ask.

  “Was what the feeding?”

  “I’ve never seen you so, so—”

  “Randy?”

  “Who’s Randy?”

  “No.” He chuckles. “It’s British slang for horny.”

  “Oh. Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

  “It doesn’t take a feeding to get me up for you.” He licks his lips. “Do I sometimes make you feel unwanted, princess? Have I ever refused you?” His fingers graze my breast from the side.

  I shake my head. “You know you haven’t…but tonight. In the alley. That felt…different.”

  “Yes.” He adjusts his slacks as we walk. “Tonight I do have a particularly strong need for you.”

  “Because of the feeding.”

  “Yes, while I fed…”

  “What, Gray?” I’m not sure I want to hear, but I need to.

  “I didn’t fuck while I fed like I normally would.”

  “Oh.” The frank admission raises so many questions. Questions I wish I could ask Astrid instead of Gray. But she’s not here. “And you normally… Is that something…” I want to know everything about vampires and, even more, I want to know everything about Gray. Still, the topic makes me shy.

  “Remember what happened when you fed from me?” he asks, his voice low.

  “It made me want you.” My throat feels thick, my entire body pulsing with desire. “It made me want you so badly I couldn’t think of anything else. Just remembering it now makes me want you again.”

  He picks me up and presses me back against the trunk of a tree we’re passing. “Princess, you’ve got me.” His body parts my legs and he rubs himself against my sex.

  I groan. “We’re almost home.”

  He pulls back, sets me down on my feet, then he takes my hand as we walk.

  “Is that typical?” I ask.

  “What?”

  “Do vampires always get turned on when they feed from other vampires?”

  Gray nods. “Sex and feedings go together. It’s a very sensual act to feed from another vampire’s vein, very intimate. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  I nod. “So…when vampires feed from their Maker. Do they have sex?” An image of my Maker flashes through my mind, but there’s nothing vaguely erotic about it. Especially now I suspect she might be the serial killer. How else can I explain my scar matching the symbols carved into the serial killer’s victims?

  He shakes his head. “The Maker/Progeny bond is different. Equally intimate, perhaps even more so, but the sharing of blood between Maker and Progeny forms a different kind of bond. A family bond. One that can never be broken, even after death.”

  “Is your Maker still alive?” I ask him.

  “Yes.”

  “Then why aren’t you with her?”

  “It was time for me to leave the nest, find my own way, my own life,” he says wistfully. “I haven’t seen her in nearly fifty years, but still feel her with me. Always.” His voice sounds sad as he says this and I want to know more.

  “When you left her, you came here? To Toronto?”

  He’s quiet, not answering for what feels like a long time. “I was in Europe first. I came here about eighteen years ago.”

  “What brought you here?”

  “Work.”

  “Does FJS have offices in Europe, too?”

  “You, my princess, are very inquisitive tonight.” We round the corner onto his block. “I’ve got a proposition for you. No more talking until after we fuck.”

  Chapter 15

  Gray

  I fumble with the keypad that secures my front door. Even though I’ve opened this door thousands of times before, while tired, drunk or horny—tonight, my entire body is shaking and my fingers refuse to work. My physical need for Selina is no joke, but it’s more than just physical. If sex was all I needed, I would have fucked while I fed.

  At the club, I purposefully chose a man for my feeding, an unattractive one at that, thinking it would lessen my desire for sex while I drank, but it didn’t. I wanted to fuck the man the instant my fangs pierced his vein, and he wanted it, too.

  But I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. As badly as my body wanted him during the act—wanted anyone—my mind only wanted Selina. I don’t think I’ll ever desire sex with anyone else ever again.

  But this can’t go on forever. I know it can’t.

  I can’t bear the thought of telling her why we can never be mates, but I also can’t bear the idea of depriving myself, so the best I can do is be with her as much as possible while I still have the chance.

  After we kill that Xavier asshole…that’s when I’ll do my duty and tell her the truth.

  Her hand strokes down my back and over my ass, and my cock pulses under my trousers. A growl rumbles inside me.

  “You okay?” she asks.

  “Nothing a har
d fuck won’t fix.” The keypad and my fingers finally cooperate.

  I push open the huge oak door and the second one leading into the foyer, then slam the latter door closed behind us.

  Turning Selina away from me, I bend her over the table in the center of the foyer.

  She turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on the shiny wooden surface. “Gray?”

  One hand on her upper back to hold her down, I stroke her heat through the denim of her jeans.

  To make this easier, I’ll fuck her here, from behind, and imagine she’s some random bird in the club. I need to keep this as impersonal as possible, while I take care of my raging need.

  I undo her jeans and plunge my fingers under her panties, quickly finding her wetness. She moans, pushing her ass back against me as I rub her clit.

  “Holy shit,” she says, her voice strained, and I realize she’s already come.

  Still reaching from behind, I plunge two fingers inside, and her orgasm contracts around them.

  I didn’t mean to make her climax so quickly, but it’s for the best. Knowing she’s already come gives me another excuse to ignore her needs as I take care of my own—and try ignore my heart.

  Her body convulses with a few last aftershocks and then she relaxes against the table, her breaths coming quickly and leaving a trail of condensation on the table’s surface.

  While she’s still recovering, I tug down her jeans and pull them off one ankle. I kick her legs apart, undo my waistband and fly, and then plunge my cock hard and deep inside her. The pleasure nearly steals my breath, my sight, my soul.

  I tell myself that this intense pleasure is about biology—cock meets cunt—that my raging need could be satisfied by any tight, wet orifice, but I know it’s a lie.

  Resting inside her for a moment, I regain control over my body, then I start to pump. My hips and thighs drive like a piston, and heat builds inside her, surrounding my rock-hard rod. My entire body transforms until every part of me is involved in the pleasure.

  Back when I was human, I tried heroin once. Up until now, I thought that was the best thing I’d felt or would ever feel, but this—moving my cock inside Selina not long after feeding—the only thing better would be drinking from her vein.

  Bending over her body and tempting danger, I suck on her neck, scrape my fangs against her skin.

  “Yes. Please. Oh, Gray. Take my vein.”

  Her voice snaps me out of my euphoric haze.

  I can’t risk it. If we do that, I’ll literally die when I lose her.

  Tucking my hands under her hips, I raise her up so she’s forced to brace herself on her hands. Then I guide her knees onto the table and bend her into a position with her chest down between her spread knees.

  I can’t see her face like this, and hope it will make it easier for me to stay detached. Bracing one hand on her shoulder, one on her hip, I pound, my eyes closed, trying to forget who I’m fucking, hoping to come quickly so I can regain control of my mind and body—and most of all my emotions.

  But the fresh vampire blood coursing through my veins has heightened my virility, and I can’t come. Even if I could, I know coming once won’t be enough. Not nearly enough.

  And I realize this position must be uncomfortable for Selina.

  I pull out. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  She remains in the same position on the table, panting, her back rising and falling as she fights to catch her breath. I want to stroke her, to soothe her. I want to gather her into my arms and hold her against me, but I resist.

  Her sex is swollen and glistening and I have to turn away to keep myself from burying my face there.

  I hear her feet land on the floor behind me, and her hand slides up my back to my shoulder. “That was…intense.”

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask.

  “No.” She reaches from behind me and takes hold of my stiff rod.

  Groaning, I remove her hand and lead her toward the stairs while I loosen my tie. I undo the buttons of my shirt as we climb, and with every step my cock grows harder and my need for her escalates. About four stairs from the top, I can’t take another step.

  I bend her forward, her hands fall to the landing, shirting her into a sharp V position with her sex exposed. I leave one of my feet a few steps down and move the other to the step above her feet, then taking her hips in a tight grip, I drive back inside.

  She cries out at the initial penetration, but I don’t slow or stop and soon I’m moving so fast and hard it’s hard to keep us balanced.

  If I’m not careful, we’ll tumble down the stairs and break our necks, and the extra concentration required to keep us on the stairs, distracts me from anything beyond the sex.

  I try to focus only on not falling and on the sensation of her tight, slick pussy encasing my dick. And with each hard drive, my body slaps against hers—deeper inside her now than I thought possible given her small size.

  “Gray?”

  I pound harder, trying to ignore the magical sound of her voice.

  “Gray, stop.”

  I pull out and stagger back a few stairs, grabbing onto the paneling to keep from falling.

  She turns to sit on the landing and bends forward, hugging her legs.

  I turn to face the wall, ashamed. My plan to fuck her dispassionately, like she’s only a tool for my pleasure, was beyond selfish. My attempt to protect my heart ignored her feelings and risked hurting her—physically and emotionally.

  She ended it. Rightfully so.

  My boner’s still raging, and at this point I’m not sure if it will ever go down. I might have to live out the rest of my life in this painful state of arousal.

  I’ve never denied my body what it wanted during or after a feeding—never denied my body’s sexual desire at any time to be honest, and I’m in uncharted territory here. But I can’t ask her to let me fuck her again.

  “Which bedroom?” Her voice draws me through my self-pity.

  I turn toward her. She’s standing on the landing, hand reaching down toward me in clear invitation.

  I am too weak to deny her—or myself. I have to finish what we’ve started no matter the cost to her, or to my heart.

  Chapter 16

  Selina

  Gray stands on the staircase, so much pain in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

  “I’m sorry.” His voice is hoarse and he casts his eyes down.

  “Why are you sorry?” I descend a step, getting the impression that if I move toward him too quickly he’ll run.

  My sex is throbbing, hot and raw from how hard he took me against that table and then here on the stairs, but although he bruised me inside, my vampiric body is already healing. And even though my first orgasm came fast and hard, I want more—I don’t just want Gray, I need him.

  “Come,” I say when he doesn’t answer. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

  He looks at me, and I’m relieved to see something besides pain or regret in his expression. Something new. Something tender and emotional that makes my breath catch in my throat.

  He takes my extended hand, brings it to his lips and slowly kisses my knuckles, lingering to circle each one with his tongue.

  Looking up into my eyes, he laves the joints on my hand, and as he does my need pulses between my legs, as if his mouth’s down there and not on my knuckles.

  We move to the landing together, but instead of taking me to his bedroom, which I still haven’t seen, he leads me toward the room I’ve been using. The one I’ve shared with Rock.

  “Let’s go to your room,” I suggest.

  He pushes open the door to mine and heads to the huge bed.

  I stop, letting my hand slip from his. “What if Rock comes home while we’re…”

  “Maybe he’ll join us.” Gray steps quickly toward me.

  His fingers find my sex in an instant, two long fingers pushing inside me so hard and fast that I’m forced to rise onto my toes.

  And at the same time, he captures my gasp with
a kiss and soon his tongue and fingers are stroking in tandem. His other hand slides up under my T-shirt, pushing under the band of my bra to palm my breast and then squeeze my nipple.

  The effect is electric and I’m transported back to the erotic dream I had about Pike. So many hands on and in and over all of my places at once.

  “You like that, princess?” Gray asks against my lips. “You like when I pinch your tits?” He squeezes my nipple again as his fingers pump inside and his thumb strums my clit.

  “Yessss.” The word comes out of me like a long hiss, and he backs me to the end of the bed.

  My legs strike the mattress, and I almost fall back.

  Taking his fingers from inside me, he pulls off my T-shirt, then tears off his own. He gets rid of his pants almost as quickly, leaving them crumpled on the floor.

  I reach for his shoulders, planning to kiss him, but he picks me up at the waist and tosses me onto the bed. I land on my back, and before I can recover from the shock, he tugs me down to the end of the mattress and spreads my legs wide.

  Standing with one foot on the floor, the other securing my bent leg on the bed, he braces his arms on the mattress beside me and enters in one hard, deep stroke. The sudden penetration steals my breath.

  Slowly he pumps inside of me, each drive long and deliberate, each giving me so much pleasure.

  Resting his forearm next to my head, he kisses me tenderly while he moves inside me, and I feel like we’re one. I feel like he’s part of me, like I’m part of him. I need him so much, need every inch of him, and if my mouth weren’t occupied by our kissing, I’m not sure I could hold myself back from telling him this—or from taking his vein.

  Breaking our kiss, he looks into my eyes as he continues to move above me and inside me. I thought this act couldn’t get any better than what I’d already experienced, but I was wrong. It just did.

  The first time Gray was inside me was my first consensual sex, and that day I thought I’d discovered the most pleasure a woman could have. I thought that I’d finally figured out the true reason why humans, vampires—all species—make love, and I thought I’d never encounter anything more pleasurable than simply having Gray inside me.