Impulsive Destiny

by Cassandra Lawson

  Zane laughed and picked up the paper she’d tossed aside. “But this one would be really fun.”

  “No,” was all she said, not sure where he’d even come up with that idea. Most were reasonable, and just reading them turned her on. She couldn’t wait to see what Zane had to bet. “What card games do you know how to play?” she asked, looking up from the papers.

  Zane shrugged. “Actually, I don’t know any, but I would be willing to learn poker if you want to teach me.”

  “I’m not really clear on the rules, so maybe we should stick with something I know,” she told him.

  “Which is?” he prompted.

  “Blackjack or Go Fish,” she admitted. “Honestly, I’ve never been much into card games. Although, this definitely has potential. I think we’ll go with blackjack since I’d feel ridiculous playing a sexy game of Go Fish.”

  “Then let’s go upstairs and play,” he suggested before grabbing the cards and casually walking to the base of the stairs. “First one to the bedroom gets a sexual favor from the loser’s stack.”

  On those words, the cheater raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Lexi took off. “That so does not count!” she called out after him.

  Zane laughed as he raced into the bedroom before her. When she came in right behind him, he caught her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “I win!” he crowed. “Now, give me my reward.”

  “There is no reward for cheating,” she insisted as she smacked his bare back playfully. Zane responded by giving her ass a light swat before depositing her on the bed.

  “Don’t be a sore loser, Lexi,” he crooned as he got on his hands and knees at the foot of the bed.

  Lexi scooted back while he crawled toward her. “I didn’t agree to that wager, so you get no prize.”

  With her back pressed against the headboard, Lexi had nowhere to go. Zane grinned as he continued to crawl toward her until his mouth brushed against hers.

  “That’s fine,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ll just win all my sexual favors in the card game.”

  Lexi laughed. “You are overly confident for a man who’s never even played blackjack before.”

  Dropping back on his heels, Zane pulled the cards from his pocket and set them on the bed. “Why wouldn’t I be confident? I win either way. Neither of us will be betting a single thing we won’t thoroughly enjoy losing.”

  Lexi had to clear her throat before she responded. “Good point. Shall I deal?”

  “Go right ahead, angel,” he said, gesturing to the cards. “The sooner we start playing, the sooner I can enjoy that body of yours.”

  “It’s your fault you aren’t enjoying my body now,” she felt compelled to mention. “I would have been happy to let you fuck me against the door.”

  “And I was more than a little tempted to do just that, but you have to know how hard it’s been waiting to play this game.”

  “When did you come up with this idea?” she asked, pretty sure he hadn’t been able to hold out on mentioning it very long.

  “Last night, while you were researching stuff on the computer,” he replied with a naughty grin.

  “Now I know why you weren’t trying to distract me from the computer.”

  “Yep, I found something else to keep me busy,” he told her. “You should let me have my prize for winning the race just to reward me for my self-control.”

  Lexi laughed and grabbed the cards. “Nice try.”

  After quickly explaining the rules, Lexi dealt the cards, not entirely sure if she remembered the rules correctly. Then again, how hard could it be, since the goal was to get as close to twenty-one as possible without going over?

  Deciding to play it safe for her first bet, she tossed out a paper that offered a five-minute kiss anywhere the winner wanted. That really was the tamest sexual act Zane had come up with.

  “Oh, come on, angel,” Zane cajoled. “You can do better than that. Bet your ass.”

  “I’m not opening bets with anal,” she argued, and then huffed. “Fine, I’ll start with three minutes of touching myself anywhere you want, but I expect you to bet something just as good.”

  Zane grinned and tossed out five minutes of oral, and the thought of winning or losing had Lexi squirming on the bed while she dealt the cards. As luck would have it, Zane won the first two hands, which left him happily holding the three minutes of her self-pleasuring and a blow job. While he’d told her those things could be thrown back out if he wanted to lose them, Zane also insisted he’d never give them up.

  “This game is great!” Zane looked down at his cards on the third deal. “I’m on a roll, so how about if we make this more interesting?” he suggested.

  Lexi merely raised an eyebrow. She was sitting at twenty and fairly confident in her ability to win this hand.

  “Looking pretty sure of yourself, angel. Why not bet something a little more daring?” he taunted.

  “Still not throwing out the anal card,” she told him.

  “Are you saying you’d deny me the pleasure of your sexy ass?” His pout was adorable.

  With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Lexi got on her knees and rubbed her hands along her backside. “I never said I was going to deny you, just that you aren’t getting it that easily.”

  Zane groaned, his eyes fixed on her ass. “Fuck me! You’re going to make me embarrass myself.”

  That thought had Lexi laughing out loud. “Something tells me a naughty kitty like you doesn’t get embarrassed that easily.”

  Chapter Sixty

  Fuck the game!

  That was all Zane could think as he watched the teasing twinkle in his mate’s eyes. He’d never wanted any woman as much as he wanted her, and the more he got to know her, the more intense that desire became.

  Knocking the cards off the bed, he flipped her onto her back, grabbed her legs, and lifted them over his shoulders so he could lean forward to inhale the intoxicating scent of her arousal, allowing the shudder of lust to move through his body.

  “What about the game?” Lexi asked in a strained voice as he pressed his mouth against her, blowing hot air on her pussy through the fabric of her pants.

  “I’ve got another game I want to play with you at the moment,” he explained as he undid the fastenings on her pants so he could slide them down her body. “First, I need you naked,” he explained, helping her sit up long enough to pull the shirt over her head and strip off the breast covering she wore. He really had a love/hate relationship with those things. He hated that they acted as an extra barrier between him and her fantastic breasts, but he loved the way they teased him with what was underneath.

  Guiding her back onto the bed, Zane straddled her hips and took both of her hands in his as he placed them on the slats of the headboard. “I want you to keep your hands on here. Don’t move them, no matter what I do to your delectable body,” he ordered.

  Lexi hesitated, which didn’t come as a surprise to him.

  “I would never hurt you, angel,” he assured her, kissing her lips tenderly. “Nor would I ever make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  Lexi gave him a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous about all of this. You aren’t really tying me up.”

  And he never would. After only a few days, Zane already knew Lexi wouldn’t be comfortable with that. It wasn’t about trust. Lexi’s reaction was about the demons from her past, and the fear of having control taken from her.

  Zane’s hands rested on the pillow by Lexi’s head while he waited for her to decide if this was something she wanted to try. The temptation to reassure her was strong, but that’s not what Lexi needed. Lexi needed to make this decision on her own with no coaxing from him.

  Licking her lips, Lexi gripped the slats on the headboard and nodded, which had Zane’s already hard dick begging for freedom. Unfortunately for his dick, that was not happening quite this soon. He had big plans for his mate first.

  Leaning forward, Zane brushed his lips agains
t hers in a feather-light kiss. Her lips parted, ready to give him access to her sweet mouth, and he slid his tongue across the inside of her lower lip, loving her little whimper. Lexi was so beautiful, she took his breath away, and he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. Those eyes spoke of experiences that had shaped her into the survivor she was today.

  “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he rasped out, settling between her legs.

  Lexi’s lips curled up ever so slightly into a siren’s smile. “Show me.”

  That’s when Zane gave in to his driving need to kiss her, allowing his bare chest to brush against her hard nipples while his tongue explored her mouth. As always, his mate was no docile partner. Her tongue slid along his, and her legs wrapped around his hips as she pressed against his throbbing erection.

  Her sweet mouth was enough to make him moan, and he was worried he’d come in his pants when she sucked on his tongue.

  Tearing his mouth away from hers, despite her whimpering protests, he gave her throat a playful nip. “You wanna play dirty, huh?”

  Lexi blinked innocently. “I wasn’t aware that you played any other way.”

  “You know me so well,” he said as he slid down to suck one of her nipples into her mouth—not an easy task when her legs were still wrapped around him in a death grip. He bit down on her nipple with just enough pressure to make her yelp and loosen her hold on his hips. “I could gladly suckle your tits all day,” he murmured before swirling his tongue around one nipple, making her arch her back. “Would you like me to do that?”

  “I’m not sure I’d be happy when I couldn’t wear a bra the next day.” Her voice came out sounding strained.

  “That makes this idea sound even better,” he said, blowing on her nipple. “I like the idea of you naked all the time. Then I can touch you whenever I want.”

  “Oh, God!” Lexi moaned, still clutching the slats on the headboard.

  It was honestly one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He’d tied females up before, but this was a million times hotter because Lexi could move if she wanted to, but she was giving in to his request to keep her hands there. Like a starving man, he licked, sucked, and nipped her breasts, loving her moans and whimpers of desire. Satisfied that he’d lavished enough attention on her nipples that she’d probably feel it in the morning, he moved down her body, trailing kisses over her ribs, belly, and hips as he went, until he finally reached the place he wanted to touch her most.

  “Touch me,” was her desperate plea, and he was powerless to deny either of them.

  His tongue swirled around her opening before gliding across her until he reached her clit. Then he took her sensitive nub between his lips, trapping it in place, and suckled ever so gently, as his tongue flicked across the most sensitive part of her clit. By this point, Lexi was thrashing and moaning as he brought her close to orgasm. Just when he thought she was about to come, he released her clit and licked his way back to her opening, where he allowed his tongue to explore her with slow torturous thrusts.

  “No more teasing, Zane,” she begged.

  “Yes, more teasing,” he told her, as he slid two fingers inside of her and found just the right spot to make her scream. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out, and there is going to be a lot of teasing involved with getting you there.”

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Lexi wasn’t sure if she should be thanking Zane or cursing him. She was so horny she was ready to promise him anything if he let her come. On the other hand, his threat was part of what had her this aroused. She loved the idea of him tormenting her with pleasure.

  Zane’s fingers moved against her g-spot as his tongue returned to her clit. This time, he only touched her clit with the lightest of strokes, making her almost desperate to grip his hair and push him closer. When she was sure she couldn’t possibly take any more, he suckled her clit, and her body tightened around his fingers, but just like that, his fingers were gone, leaving her aching and empty.

  No longer able to focus on holding the headboard, her hands moved down to grip his hair, pressing his mouth closer to her clit. Zane’s mouth stopped moving, and his eyes locked on her.

  “Now, you’re ready,” he growled, before moving up onto his knees, undoing his pants, and pulling them down just enough to release his impressive erection.

  Not giving her time to say a word, Zane slammed into her body so hard, she nearly hit her head on the headboard. This time, her hands gripped the slats to hold herself in place, while he fucked her with thrusts so wild, she wondered if Zane had teased himself more than her. Her body was already tightening around him as each thrust drove her nearly over the edge. He’d managed to position them so his pelvis slammed into her clit with every thrust, and she was already moaning and screaming when she finally found her release.

  Zane rolled his hips against her as she spasmed around his body, pushing him over the edge with her.

  Neither of them moved for several minutes. Zane simply laid on top of her, getting his breathing under control.

  “You're fucking incredible,” he finally murmured sleepily.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, but you are a liar,” she teased.

  He lifted his head and raised one eyebrow. “How’s that?”

  “I didn’t pass out,” she explained.

  Zane chuckled and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. “Give me a few minutes to recover, and I promise to rectify that.”

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  They were heavily armed when they approached the bridge to Treasure Island, having no idea what kind of welcome they’d receive. Abram was an evil little fuck, but Ian was still having trouble believing he was involved in the recent attacks. From everything he’d heard, Abram wasn’t an idiot. In fact, he had to admit a grudging respect for the ruthless way Abram had seized Treasure Island.

  Connor obviously agreed that Abram wasn’t likely responsible for the attacks, or they wouldn’t be here to talk. If Connor was convinced Abram was involved, they’d be here with enough people to take Treasure Island back and kill Abram and his followers.

  Vampires infected with the new version of the Moon virus had been involved with the attacks, which made Abram a prime suspect. That was why it was so crazy that they were questioning Abram rather than killing him.

  “What the hell do you want?” demanded a thin male vampire armed with a crossbow. There were about a dozen other vampires with him. One of them kept spitting every few seconds, so Ian suspected he was newly turned.

  “We’re here to see Abram,” Connor replied calmly. His stance was relaxed, and he was doing nothing to look threatening.

  The vampire who kept spitting sneered. “Figured that much out on our own. Why are you here to see Abram?”

  “Quit playing games, Paul,” Abram snapped as he emerged from the back of the group. His long dark brown hair was tied back from his face. “We all know why they’re here.” His cold grey eyes remained fixed on Connor the entire time he spoke. “I figured if I ignored you long enough, you’d pay me a visit. So, let’s talk.”

  “Why don’t we start with you giving me a good reason why I shouldn’t kill you?” Connor asked calmly.

  Abram chuckled. “Not sure I can come up with a good reason why you shouldn’t kill me. Our truce is reluctant, at best. Hell, you didn’t want this truce to begin with, but you weren’t willing to let some innocent humans die to get a shot at killing me. That was lucky for me, but even if I hold up my end of the deal, you’ve still got plenty of reasons to want me dead.”

  “Are you trying to tell me you’re still living up to the terms of our truce?” Connor asked.

  Abram shrugged. “I’m not killing people on your side of the bay, if that’s what you’re asking. Much as it pains me to do this, I’m going to help you figure out what’s going on over there.”

  “Why would you do that?” Danny demanded. “Give me one damn good reason we should trust a lying little weasel like you?”

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nbsp; “Is that any way to talk to an old friend, Danny boy?” Abram sneered. “We’re practically brothers. Well, more so than you are with the blood whores.”

  Ian noticed the way Connor’s fists clenched at his sides when Abram used that term. It was an old term from back in the days of the vampire reservations, and Abram had learned it from Roger.

  Danny looked like he was hoping Connor would give the order to attack, and Ian suddenly wondered if they should have left Danny behind. They’d brought him because he was one of their best fighters, but Abram was one of the people responsible for Danny’s forced transformation. While Danny had come to terms with being a vampire, Ian suspected the circumstances that had brought him to this point still bothered him.

  “Enough with the games,” Connor snapped. “Why should I trust your help? You have no reason to help us, and the fact that you’re offering makes me believe you’re somehow involved in the problems and trying to throw us off.”

  “Normally, I would agree with you, and I’d definitely refuse to help you,” Abram said with a one-shoulder shrug. “Hell, I’d probably be offering my help to your enemies. In this case, you’re the lesser of two evils, so I guess I’d rather deal with you than the assholes behind the attacks in your territory. At least, you seem more honest than the other asshole vampires who want to take you down. Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t care if it was just you they were going to take down, but I’m smart enough to know that’s not the case. They’ll use us to destroy you and then turn on us.”

  “So, you know who’s behind the attacks?” Connor asked, not giving away any of what Ian had told him.

  “There’s a faction of the vampire council back in Fangri La with a real hard-on to bring you down and take over this territory,” Abram explained. “Personally, I think this is just a small part of their bigger plan.”

  “How do you know about all of this?” Connor asked, still not letting on that he had any knowledge of the plot in Fangri La. They were testing Abram’s honesty.

  Abram simply held up a phone.