Younger, Bree - Burn [All American Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Bree Younger

  Chapter Eight

  Libby woke slowly, vaguely aware of a burning heat on the left side of her body. She stretched and her foot brushed up against a leg. A hairy leg. Suddenly it all rushed back. The vampires. Ty. Sex with Ty. The vampire. Shit. She took a deep breath, trying to quell the feeling of panic and disbelief that threatened to overwhelm her.

  She opened her eyes a slit and turned her head just enough to see that he was still sound asleep. Breath puffed out of her in relief. She wasn’t ready to face him yet. Maybe never, but definitely not yet. She’d been telling the truth about not being very good at morning-afters. Or afternoon-afters. Or whatever the hell this was.

  His arm was a solid weight across her abdomen. Gently, she rolled to the side, pushing the heavy limb until it dropped to the mattress. She held her breath for a long moment, worried that she might have woken him, but he didn’t move. Easing to the side of the bed, she slid her feet to the floor and stood up as quietly as she could. A quick look at her watch told her it was a little after six. Dusk wasn’t too far off and Ty would be waking up soon.

  Chancing another glance around at Ty, she froze, stunned for a moment at the physical perfection stretched out on the mattress. His body rose and fell slightly with each breath. Thank God he hadn’t lied about that not sleeping like the dead thing or she’d probably have had a stroke earlier when she’d climbed into bed beside him. It hadn’t taken her long after he’d turned in to decide that she was still too exhausted to keep her eyes open. She was also starting to feel a little achy and had the beginnings of a headache. She had quietly crept in and slid beside him on the mattress. She’d fallen asleep quickly, lulled by the rhythmic breathing from beside her.

  She hadn’t taken the time then to study his body, and now the temptation was simply impossible to resist.

  Good lord, he was absolutely gorgeous. He lay on his stomach, his face turned toward her. One arm curved above his head and the other was flung out across the spot where she had lain just moments before. On his right shoulder and stretching down his back was a tattoo she hadn’t noticed before. It looked like some intricate tribal symbol. She wondered if it meant anything special or was just something to make him look even hotter. If it was the latter, it definitely succeeded. She was amazed that the sunburn hadn’t damaged it, but the skin and tattoo looked absolutely perfect.

  His mouth was relaxed in sleep, but it still held the bold firmness she remembered, the stubble that shadowed his cheek adding to the dangerous attraction she still felt for him. Jerking her eyes from his face, she let her gaze travel the length of his body, lingering over the sleek line of his back and the athletic curve of his ass before skimming down his hair-roughened legs. He certainly didn’t look like a vampire. Just a really, really hot guy. That she had fucked.

  She felt a burning begin low in her belly, and easily recognized it as arousal at the images of what she and that really, really hot guy had done together that morning. What was it about him? She didn’t normally respond so easily to a man she barely knew. It must just be the situation, the adrenalin or the fear that made her feelings so exaggerated. Yes, that must be it.

  Needing to get back to her old self, she quickly turned and crossed to the door, exiting the room as silently as possible. As she stood on the other side of the closed door, she became conscious of her own nudity. Frantically she searched the darkening room for a cover of some sort. She was stopped short when she recognized her own duffle bag and purse sitting on the floor next to the sofa. Ty must have brought them in last night after he had gotten back. Damn, why did he have to be so damn thoughtful?

  She grabbed the bag and dashed into the bathroom. In a few moments she had the shower running and was standing under the warm spray. It felt so good to be able to get clean. She’d been feeling very grungy. After all, she had been wearing the same clothes for two days. Silver linings, Lib. Being clean was definitely a silver lining.

  As she let the water rush over her, her thoughts were a jumble in her head. She’d slept with Ty. Ty was a vampire. Ty had bitten her. Ty was a vampire. She’d slept with Ty. Vampires were chasing her. Ty was a vampire. She’d slept with Ty. The thoughts kept circling around and around as she and soaped up her hair using the small travel shampoo from her bag.

  When she stood beneath the water to rinse the shower curtain was suddenly shoved back, and she looked up into Ty’s burning gaze.

  “W–what do you want?” He cocked his head to one side, and she saw his gaze travel down her naked body, seemingly unconscious of his own nudity. She tried to cover the strategic spots with her hands and the bath rag, but it did no good. Finally she just dropped them to her sides and raised her chin, deciding to brazen it out. “I’m almost done. Then you can have the bathroom.”

  She waited for him to leave, to at least say something. But he didn’t. He just stepped into the tub, forcing her to move backward or be run over. It was a tight fit. The shower hadn’t been designed for two people. Especially when one of them was as big as Ty was. She tried to keep her eyes from dipping below chest level, but she couldn’t resist a quick glance. He was already erect. His cock red and angry-looking, reminding her of how it felt inside her, filling her with his hard thrusts. She looked up just in time to meet his wry gaze and couldn’t stop the blush that rose to her cheeks. He gave a silent shrug and reached across to grab the bar of soap that rested in the dish behind her.

  “I thought we could share. You know. Save a little time.” It took her a moment to realize he was responding to her earlier remark. Without giving her time to respond, he soaped up his hands and he began rubbing them across her shoulders. She closed her eyes as he moved lower, over her breasts and down across her abdomen. She expected him to linger, but his hands efficiently bathed her, not missing a single inch of her body, front or back. By the time he was finished, she was tingling all over, and her pussy was swollen and aroused. She saw his nostrils twitch a few times, and she was embarrassed at the thought that he might be able to smell her arousal. Vampires had powerful senses, didn’t they? Or was that another of those vampire myths he was constantly telling her about? She sure as hell wished she knew as he bent lower to wash her calves and feet, raising them up to rest across his thigh, his face mere inches from her pussy.

  When he was done, he stood and handed the soap to her. She could feel his eyes on her as she studied his chest for a long moment before she returned the favor and bathed him, loving the feel of his sculpted muscles as they flexed beneath her exploring hands. Try though she might, she couldn’t quite maintain the unaffected air that he had when he had bathed her. She knew her hands lingered as she felt the rigid muscles of his chest. And she couldn’t stop herself from exploring every inch of his cock as it stood at rampant attention from her ministrations. Knowing there was no way she could kneel before him without taking that gorgeous male erection in her mouth, she decided to skip his legs. Instead, she motioned for him to turn around. He did as she directed, and she finally allowed her eyes free reign to follow her hands across the beautiful molded perfection of his form. She traced down his back, across the sexy tattoo, and over the firmly muscled buttocks, almost smiling when he clenched the cheeks together when her exploring fingers delved into that dark crevice. Silver lining. Definitely silver lining.

  At last she was done. Her quickened breathing was a clear indication of his effect on her. She stepped back as far as she could get and said in a voice hoarse with arousal, “There. All finished.”

  He spun around, his eyes darkened in what she easily recognized as desire. She knew he must see the exact same thing reflected in hers. He rinsed them both off and reached down to turn off the water. When he rose, he said nothing, though. Just stared at her.

  She bit her lip and cleared her throat. “Don’t you think we need to…get started?” she asked, thinking they should get going as soon as the sun set, that they really didn’t have time for what they obviously both wanted.

  He nodded but didn’t move.
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br />   Her eyes dipped again to his blatant erection. “You want…?” She gestured down in the general vicinity of his genitals.

  One brow rose. He answered, “Oh, yes. I want…badly. So do you. The question is, are we going to get what we want or do we ignore it? Second thoughts, Lib?”

  She shook her head.

  “What does that mean, Lib?”

  “Yes. We’re going to get what we want. And no second thoughts.” There was no use in denying it. He was right. Why ignore it? And what was the use of second thoughts when it was obvious how much she wanted him? Her heart hammered in her chest as his eyes darkened, and he stepped closer. When he reached out and gathered her hair in his hands, weaving his fingers through the wet strands, she felt a shiver slide over her skin. He leaned close and drew in a deep breath. “God, you smell fucking delicious. You feeling okay, Lib?”

  She loved the way he shortened her name. It gave them an air of intimacy. Reaching out a finger, she traced a path down across his stomach to circle around his navel. She let out a surprised gasp as he suddenly jerked her closer, lifting her up and pressing her back against the shower stall and holding her in place with the force of his body. Staring into his eyes, she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips and felt the hardness of his cock press against her stomach. She wiggled experimentally, and his hands gripped her hips, stilling the motion.

  “No. Don’t move. Not yet.”

  She leaned back enough to stare into his eyes as she lifted her hands to smooth over his chest and wrap around his neck. He was so warm. People who thought that vampires were cold were crazy, because he wasn’t. He was hot. So hot he was practically burning her alive.

  His jaw was rigid, his whole body tight, as though he was attempting to leash some ravening beast. But she didn’t want the beast leashed. Leaning forward, she gently touched her lips to his. As if she had given him a signal, he made a harsh sound deep in his throat, and his hands tightened on her with a grip of iron. Then his mouth was covering hers in a kiss that was devouring in its intensity. Her senses were drowning in him—his taste, his smell. The rough bristle of beard scraped against her cheek. His tongue speared boldly into her mouth with a masterful stroke that was devastatingly erotic and mesmerizingly delicious.

  She writhed against him as he devoured her, pressing against his hardness, needing to feel it once again thrusting into her feminine softness.

  “I can smell your heat,” he murmured as he pressed hot, greedy kisses down the line of her jaw. His hand slid down to cup her mound, probing delicately. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

  His finger stroked across her clit, and she arched against him, urging him to explore further. He circled around and around the sensitive nub until she cried out. “Oh, God, Ty. Please.”

  A harsh laugh was his answer to her plea. “Oh, I will please you, Lib. Count on it.” His finger probed deeper, pressing up into her hot channel with a sure touch. In and out he stroked her, first one finger, then two. The wet sucking noise sounded loud in the small confines of the shower.

  He added a third finger and she whimpered, “You’re killing me, Ty.” She needed more.

  “Always so impatient, Libby.”

  “Fuck me.” She barely recognized the hungry plea in her voice.

  “Soon.” She heard the promise in his words as he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, working it with his lips and tongue, until she squirmed against him in desperate need. Then he gave equal attention to the other nipple, sucking and nibbling until she was ravenous. Her hands clasped his head, pulling him tighter against her. Loving the feel of his rough beard against her sensitive skin.

  He raised his head again to stare into her eyes, and he laughed huskily at the stunned look on her face. “What is it, baby? “

  Libby felt dazed as if she could hardly form a coherent thought much less a complete sentence. “I need you, Ty. So bad.”

  “I know how you feel, Lib. I feel it, too. See.” He took one of her hands and drew it to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the hot shaft as far as they would go. He was so thick. No wonder she’d felt so full earlier. Then he was guiding her, directing her in how to stroke him, how to please him. “Harder, Lib. Touch me harder.” She complied, blindly giving him what he asked for. “Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that. That feels so good.”

  She slid her thumb across the head and felt the dampness of his pre-cum. Rubbing it around in short circles, she wished that she could lick it. Never before had she wanted to go down on a man, but the need to engulf Ty’s cock in her mouth was almost overwhelming. She told him. “I want to taste you.”

  He kissed her hard and quick. “I want that too, babe. But not this time. Right now, I’m dying to work my cock back into that tight pussy of yours. So we’ll have to save the other for next time.”

  That sounded like a brilliant plan to her. One knee came up to press her legs farther apart. “You ready, babe?” She nodded. Then he was thrusting home in one hard, slick slide until he was buried in her to the hilt.

  Libby pressed her face against his neck, barely suppressing the groan of pleasure that trembled on her lips at his fierce possession. His cock was like a hot brand stabbing through her inhibitions, leaving room for nothing but complete and utter submission to his demands. She felt his hands clasping her hips, digging into the soft flesh and probably leaving marks. But she didn’t care. She wanted his boldness. His recklessness.

  She reached up to pull his mouth back to hers, greedily sucking his tongue in and winding her arms tighter and tighter around his neck. Her nipples were erect and aching, dragging against the light sprinkling of hair on his chest with each breath until she was almost mad with desire.

  He leaned back. “Look, baby. See how gorgeous we are together.” She looked down to where he was embedded in her. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. “Isn’t that beautiful?”

  She moaned and nodded. “Yes. Oh, yes. Please, Ty. Do it now. Please.”

  He pulled out and slammed home again. All teasing, all playing over. It wasn’t pretty. Just hot and hard sex between them now. It wasn’t romantic or sensual or erotic. No sultry invitations. No languid strokes. It was basic and fast and amazing. She came right away. Two strokes and she erupted all over him, her muscles squeezing tightly around his cock. She gave a gasping scream as he continued to fuck her through the orgasm, not slowing down, not petting her. And she came again. Amazing.

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  Jesus. He needed to get a grip or he was going to go off like a fucking teenager. He buried his face in her neck and breathed in her luscious scent, stilling his thrusts in the hope of regaining some measure of control. He could smell the blood coursing through her veins, so close to his mouth, and it was all he could do not to sink his teeth into that pulsing beat.

  “Jesus, you make me crazy, Lib.”

  She made a sound, somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “Me, too.

  He pulled out, letting her slide down the wall, his cock like a rigid lance between them. “Turn around, sweetheart.”

  She licked her lips, and he darted in for a quick kiss before he repeated his request. “Turn around.”

  She did so quickly, and he wasted no time in nudging her legs apart with his thigh. Damn, she looked just as good from this side. He’d thought that maybe if he weren’t face-to-face with Lib he might be able to slow things down somewhat. But her back was a long, smooth curve that he longed to trace with his tongue, and her ass…God, what a perfect cushion for his thrusts. He wanted to fuck her there, take her where he suspected no one had before. But now was not the time.

  He used one hand to lift her, his arm solid around her waist. She was so tiny, a perfect little fuck. He bent his knees and pushed back into her wet channel, groaning at the feel of that tight clasp around his cock. He pulled out slowly, feeling her inner walls gradually loosening their grip before pushing back in. Determinedly, he set a slower pace, wanting to feel her creaming around him one more time. He reached aro
und and cupped her mound, his fingers finding that magic button and rubbing against it with each thrust.

  “I want you to come for me again, Lib. Come with me this time.”

  He picked up his pace, faster and faster. He knew he didn’t have long. His incisors lengthened in his mouth, and the urge to bite almost overpowered him, but he held back. He’d promised her. Only if she asked for it. And he would not break his promise. Not to her. He bent and rubbed his face against her back, scraping his teeth across her shoulder blade and feeling her shiver at the movement.

  “I want to taste you so bad, Lib. I want to feel your blood in my mouth.”

  She reached one arm around his neck and pulled him closer, her body straining back against him with each thrust. Just as he felt her inner pulses begin once again, his own orgasm hit him. She screamed with her climax. “Bite me, Ty. Do it. I want you to do it.”

  “Lib…”

  “Do it.”

  Unable to resist his own need and her hungry demand, he sank his teeth into her neck, careful to take only a few swallows but still sending them both into a tailspin of total bliss, drawing out their orgasms until they were both weak and panting.

  He stood there, clasping Libby tight against him, as his breathing slowed down to normal. He licked across the bite marks on her neck, sealing the wound with his healing saliva. He dropped another kiss on her neck and hugged her tight. When he drew away from her, her arms dropped from their tight hold on his neck, and she raised a trembling hand to her neck.