Crimson Hungers

by Alecia Monaco

  “They have more at Victoria’s Secret.” She had a sudden thought. “We forgot to lock the door.”

  “Can’t stop now,” he panted, grasping his cock with one hand. He probed her entrance with the head of his cock, letting out a shaky breath. “So wet,” he groaned, and slid a finger into her. “And tight… really tight.”

  “Tell me this isn’t going to be a problem.” She rotated her hips toward him, mutely begging for him to enter her.

  He added a second finger and began to stroke the sweet spot on her upper wall. “Not unless you mind me doing this.”

  The sensations were so powerful that she was afraid of losing control. A broken cry came from somewhere nearby, and she realized with a start that it was her own voice.

  He continued to pleasure her with his fingers. When he added his other hand to the mix, using it to rub her clit, coming became immanent.

  “Rex…” She threw her head back, giving her entire body over to the feeling of his fingers bringing her so tantalizingly close to the edge. “I want your cock inside me.” She snared him with a glance over her shoulder. “Now.”

  He eased the head inside her and stopped. “You’re so tight it almost hurts.” He ran a hand down her sweat-soaked back. “Almost.” He pushed in a little further, giving her body time to adjust to his size.

  She didn’t want to give it time. She wanted his hard length inside her, pounding her, bringing her the release she needed more and more with each passing second. “Just do it.” She inched her hips back, forcing a little more of his cock into her slick channel. “Fuck me, Rex.” She hated the whining sound of her request, but if she didn’t come soon, she would die. Of that she was certain. “Please…”

  He swore again, holding her hips like a vise to leverage himself, and plunged completely into her with one stroke.

  She let out a fractured moan, a feral sound that only began to express the raw need within her. Her inner walls contracted around his cock, and she could feel her clit quivering, joining the chorus inside her that cried out for contact with his body.

  He slid out of her until only the tip of him remained in her, and then slammed back in, rocking her forward suddenly.

  “That’s it,” she moaned. “Pound me.”

  “Dammit, Tiger.” His hand made its way up her back to knot itself in her hair. “You trying to put me in my coffin for good?”

  She almost sobbed with the urgency of her desires. “Make me come, Rex.” Her voice broke on his name. “I need to come.”

  “Oh, you’re going to come, baby.” He used the hand he’d wound through her hair to push her upper body even lower, until her hips were raised at an almost painful angle. “And you’re going to make me come, too.”

  With that, he withdrew and slammed his cock back into her with enough force to make her breasts drag over the carpet. Her nipples hardened even more, every nerve ending singing with approval of his technique.

  He shifted his hips slightly, causing his cock to stroke that sensitive spot inside her with every pounding thrust. She wanted to roll her hips back toward him, to meet him thrust for thrust, but the onslaught of pleasure made her boneless, helpless to do anything but dig her nails into the carpet, trying to brace herself as he drove into her even harder.

  He pulled her head back using her hair, bringing her up until her back was almost flush with his front. Keeping one of his hands anchored on her hip, he used the other to stroke her reddened nipples, letting it roam over her body until he found the slick folds between her legs. He parted her, finding her clit with two fingers, and began rolling the swollen bud between them.

  A refrain of shattered sounds emerged from her throat as he continued slamming his cock into her. His fingers worked her clit, so roughly that it would’ve been painful if she weren’t so powerfully aroused. Then he adjusted his position behind her slightly, angling his cock to stroke her upper wall, and she found herself coming.

  Her orgasm didn’t just wash over her. It claimed her, took her hostage and shook her senseless. Wave after wave of cataclysmic spasms rocked her, and he thrust into her one last time, spilling his come deep inside her with a rush of warmth.

  He held her as his erection began to soften inside her, laying a row of kisses along the back of her neck before releasing her sated body. Katya fell onto the carpet, limp from the power of her climax. Her mind was as blank as a freshly wiped slate, empty of thought. She’d just been absolutely sexually claimed by a vampire, and she’d loved every minute of it.

  Rex collapsed onto the floor beside her. “Damn, Tiger… where have you been all my life?”

  She turned hazy eyes toward him. “I wasn’t alive but for the last twenty-six years of it.”

  He let out another one of his low, seductive laughs. “You were worth the three hundred fifty-seven year wait.”

  Three hundred and fifty-seven years old? Good lord, he predated the friggin’ Battle of the Alamo by over a century. The reality of what she’d just done and who she’d done it with began to sink in like a lead anvil dropping rapidly to the bottom of the Gulf.

  She’d just fucked a vampire -- and not just any vampire, but one who happened to be a total stranger -- on the floor of his office in the back of a blood drinker’s bar.

  Somewhere, her Bubbe was turning in her grave.

  “Don’t over-think this, Katya.” Rex stroked her cheek, his voice as comforting as a warm blanket. “The energy exchange made us both needy for physical contact. If it weren’t for that, I know you wouldn’t have let me have my way with you so readily.”

  She sighed, wishing his hand didn’t feel so good against her cheek. “You’re damn right about that.” She averted her eyes. “I’ve only been with one guy in my entire life.”

  “You’re a rare delicacy, meant to be savored only by the most discriminating palettes.” He tipped her chin until she couldn’t avoid meeting his eyes. “I’m honored that I got the chance to experience you for myself.”

  She laughed. “Spoken like a true Texas gentleman.”

  “I’ve been here since it was New Spain. If I’m not a Texas gentleman by now, I never will be.” He pulled her closer, and she let him. Her sexual desires were momentarily satisfied, but the craving for physical contact with him hadn’t diminished in the least. The need to touch him and be touched by him was like an unbearable ache waiting to be soothed, an itch begging to be scratched.

  Funny. The first time she’d slept with Brad, the only thing she could think of was finding her underwear so she could get back to her own place as quickly as possible.

  Which was exactly what she should be doing this time, rather than indulging in pillow talk with her erstwhile vampire lover.

  “Look, Rex…” She pulled away from him, putting distance between them even though it made her entire body prickle with discomfort. “The sex was great, but…”

  He folded his arms behind his head, displaying his gorgeous torso to perfection. “But you don’t do vamps.” He cut his gaze toward her. “Am I right?”

  “I’m just not ready for a relationship.” She picked up the torn tiger print panties from the floor and, realizing they were a lost cause, tossed them into the wastebasket beside the desk.

  “Who says I want a relationship?” He stared up at the ceiling. “Maybe I just want more of the sex.”

  That gave her pause. She stopped with her bra only halfway on. Rex shot her a look. “You seem surprised.”

  Surprised was one word for it. She’d never imagined having a relationship based just on sex. She was the type of girl that guys took home to meet their mothers… at least, before they found out about her paranormal skills. She’d never been anyone’s… what was the word? “You’re saying you want me to be some kind of booty call?”

  He frowned. “Booty call sounds so… crass, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah, I think.” She fastened her bra and stuffed her legs into her black pants, trying not to curse from the agony of being so far away from Rex’s form.
How could he infuriate her mind while setting her body completely on fire?

  “Think of it as a liaison dangereuse,” he answered in perfectly accented French. “You didn’t think I got a name like Fontainebleau from being a proper Englishman, did you?”

  Actually, she’d been too busy trying to process the whole he’s a three hundred fifty-seven year old vampire I just sucked, fucked, and otherwise debauched myself utterly for thing. “I’d rather not think of it at all, thank you.” She finished buttoning her blouse and sat down on the fainting couch with a thud, looking at her Doc Martens with a vile expression. For once, she wished she’d foregone her trademark footwear for something that went on faster.

  “You’d find that works better if you put the left boot on the left foot instead of the right,” he commented from the floor, where he still lay stretched out like a monument to sexual excess.

  She blew out a frustrated breath and switched the misbegotten boot to the other foot. She struggled with the laces and gave up with a curse, putting the other boot on and standing up. “I’m outta here.”

  He scowled up at her. “Just like that?”.

  “Just like that,” she repeated, clenching her toes to keep her boots from sliding off. Worthless damn laces. She’d fix them once she got to her car. She crossed the room to the door, refusing to look at the naked vampire sprawled out on the burgundy carpet. Her hand closed around the doorknob, and the shaking that had prevented her from lacing her boots intensified. She cried out in pain, her knees buckling.

  “Katya, what’s wrong?” Rex was at her side within a split second. “What’s happening?”

  She fell to her knees, doubling over. Tears stung her eyes.

  “I’m going to call for Mr. Charles. He’ll get you a doctor.” Rex placed one hand on her shoulder. “Hang on, OK? I’m not going to leave you.”

  He had that right. He wasn’t going to leave her, and she wasn’t about to leave him, because the instant he touched her, the pain wracking her body began to subside.

  Chapter 5

  Before he could turn away to go to the phone, Katya caught his hand in a fevered grip. Something had changed the moment he touched her. She turned her beautiful hazel eyes up to him, and he saw his own inner inferno mirrored in their golden depths.

  “Rex,” she breathed, and the way she spoke his named rolled across his skin like a sacred word spoken behind a temple veil. Women had been crying out his name in the throes of passion since he was a teenage rascal on a tear in Spain. But none had ever brought him to his knees by whispering a single word.

  None until Katya Stern.

  She ran her hands over his naked body covetously, a miser stroking his mountain of gold. “I can’t go.” She lowered her head to kiss her way down his chest. “I want to, but I can’t.”

  “Don’t.” He hissed when her hands found his already hard shaft. “Stay here and let me take you one more time.”

  “Only if I don’t take you first.” She worked her hand slowly up and down his cock, her breath coming in needy gasps.

  What had come over him? Sure, he found Katya attractive. He’d been willing to make a minor ass of himself if it landed him a dinner date with her. But this all consuming hunger for her had come from nowhere. Now it threatened to rip the fabric of the time-space continuum with its very strength. He’d never wanted anyone more -- no, he’d never wanted anyone nearly as much -- as he wanted her.

  Her body, her skin, the feel of his cock inside her wet tightness. The smell of her, the taste of her. Everything.

  He wanted her blood.

  The clothes she’d struggled to put on minutes before were rapidly being shed again. “It’s like…” She unfastened her bra and pressed her breasts against his chest. “It’s like I have hypothermia and you’re the last source of body heat on earth.” She rubbed her nipples against him, and he could feel them hardening, making his sacs tighten with the need to come.

  “Lose the pants,” he growled, reaching for them and pulling them off.

  “Be careful. You already owe me a shopping trip for new undies.” She pressed her swollen lips to his, her tongue mating with his in a twisting dance of fevered foreplay.

  Her chest was pressed to his so closely that daylight couldn’t have found a way through, and she’d arranged her legs on either side of his so that her smooth thighs held him captive. He could feel the cleft between her legs, already wet again, sliding against him. With a curse, he cupped her backside in his hands. “It’s your turn.”

  “My turn for what?” She rubbed her mound against him.

  “To fuck me.” If he didn’t get inside her the traditional way, he was going to end up sinking his fangs into her neck, and he wasn’t sure she could handle that quite yet. But one way or another, he was going to have her, and she’d better hope, for the sake of her veins, that it was sexually.

  “With pleasure.” She rose up, straightening her legs until she could drag her slit over the tip of his cock, coating it with her juices.

  “God, Katya, just do it.” He thrust his hips up as best he could, but she had him effectively trapped.

  Without a word, she leaned forward and captured his bottom lip. Her tongue glided along it in time with the slickness of her cunt teasing his cock. Just as he was about to explode from the torment, she bit down on his bottom lip and sank her hips down until he was seated root-deep inside her.

  He groaned, feeling her flex her inner muscles around his cock. If anything in his three and a half centuries had felt better, he couldn’t remember it.

  Then she began to slide upward.

  She leaned forward, letting her hardened nipples drag against his chest, while she tightened her core around his cock, milking it all the way up. Then she sank back down, taking him in to the hilt, pausing only to grind her clit against his pelvis.

  There was pleasure, there was bliss, and then there was sex with Katya, which he was quickly realizing belonged in a category all its own.

  A category, he decided, he wouldn’t be willing to part with any time soon.

  He could feel her orgasm building. The heat inside her had climbed, reaching a scorching temperature. Her inner walls trembled with the coming climax. He wanted to hold off on his own release and watch every spasm, every flicker as it broke over her face.

  But then she leaned back, bracing her hands against his chest and shifting the angle of penetration until the vein running up the back of his cock became the beneficiary of her rapid thrusts. The exquisitely sensitive spot just beneath the head got the full payoff, as every motion of her hips managed to stroke it.

  “I’m going to come,” he managed to say, feeling his sacs tighten with their load.

  “Not yet,” she panted, sliding off his dick with a wet pop. She wrapped her hand around his cock and looked up at him like a woman possessed by lust. “I want your come.”

  That was all it took. The minute she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, he came, letting his ejaculate fill her waiting mouth.

  She made a sound of pleasure and swallowed, lapping the last drops from him. “Worth the twenty-six year wait,” she said, giving him a sly glance.

  He felt weightless, overwhelmed with the intensity of his release. But his need for her remained just as powerful as it had been since the moment he’d touched her by the door. He wanted more of her body.

  And he knew just the way to get it.

  “You didn’t come.” He eased her onto her back.

  “What we just did was as good as coming.” Her eyes were dark with sexual languor. “Almost.”

  “Rex Fontainebleau doesn’t do almost.” He positioned himself between her legs, pushing her thighs further apart. “When you’re with me, you’re going to come, if it takes all night.”

  Her face flushed with arousal. “It won’t, I can promise you that.”

  “You’re damn right it won’t.” He planted kisses along her mound, making her hips arch suddenly. “But I could do this all night, anyway.”
With that, he flicked his tongue over the swollen bud of her clit.

  Her entire body nearly came up off the floor. Determined to eat his fill of her, Rex placed one hand on her hip to hold her still. She trembled beneath his hold, but his vampire strength kept her in place.

  All the better for him to taste her.

  Using the fingers of his other hand, he pulled her clitoral hood back, exposing the tiny nub completely. With the tip of his tongue, he traced circles around it, breaking away to lick the furrows of her sex, then to lap the honey dripping from her core.

  Her thighs shook, and when his tongue made its way back to her clit, she cried out in a broken voice.

  He continued his ministrations, licking her clitoris in rapid strokes, taking the time to work in precise licks to the underside. He could almost taste her orgasm beneath his tongue, and when she finally came, he licked her through every wave of pleasure until the aftershocks had passed.

  * * *

  Minutes later, when her ability to speak had returned, Katya turned to the vampire whose arms held her so tightly. “We… have a problem.”

  Rex spoke without opening his eyes. “I have a feeling you’re not talking about the sex.”

  She ran a hand over his damp skin. “No, that is definitely not a problem.” She exhaled slowly. “But we do have one.”

  “The energy exchange… collision… whatever you want to call it.” He opened his eyes briefly. “We can’t go more than a minute or two without touching,” he began.

  “Unless we want to end up in severe pain,” she finished.

  He kept silent for a moment. “Actually, I don’t know that pain is the right word for what’s happened to me.” She could almost hear his mental wheels turning. “More like… weakness. A few minutes without touching you and I begin to fade, the way I do when I go too long without feeding.”

  Katya rolled over on her stomach, careful to keep one leg intertwined with his, and propped up on her elbows. “Maybe if we both fed on our respective food sources, we could gather enough energy to separate.”

  “As much as I hate to let go of you, I know you have a job to do.” He dragged himself to a sitting position, carefully maintaining contact with her. “And I don’t think you want to be around when I fall to the dawn.”