Auctioned for Her Blood: The Vampires' Illuminant Book 1

by Mara Leigh

Opening my eyes, I find I’m naked against the window.

  He breaks our kiss, and I’m about to object, but then his mouth distracts me, drifting lower and lingering against my throat. There, his teeth scrape my skin again and his lips latch onto my throat. He sucks gently as his tongue flicks against my pulse.

  He groans, so deeply I can feel it travel through his lips and into my body, but then he breaks his seal with my throat, and moves lower, kissing my shoulders, my neck, my collarbones, my chest. And then his fingers and lips find my breasts.

  Softly kneading my breasts, he tugs gently on my nipples, which tighten to impossibly hard points under his touch, and his increasingly sharp tweaks on my nipples tighten something deep in my belly, as if the nerves in my breasts and sex are connected. Perhaps they are.

  Looking into my eyes, he flicks his finger over the tip of my nipple, and I’ve never felt or seen anything more intense.

  His other hand slides between my legs.

  My head snaps back against the window and he strokes over my curls, dampened with my sweat and desire. Embarrassment flickers, and I look back into his eyes. If he minds the dampness, he doesn’t show it.

  Instead, he bends over, latches onto one of my nipples and sucks while his fingers sweep along the seam of my folds. My body shudders, more like convulses, in a spasm completely outside my control.

  His lips release my breast. “You okay?” His finger strokes my damp seam, and my hips won’t stop moving. I’ve never felt so sensitive, like every nerve in my body is sparking at once.

  “Yessss,” I say. “Very okay.”

  He grins, and then his finger slides deeper, splitting my folds to drag through my most intimate place. His finger pad grazes my opening, and I gasp as new sparks of pleasure pulsate through me.

  “You’re so wet,” he says, his voice deep. “So fucking ready.” His finger continues to slide, forward and back, forward and back, dividing me over and over, and making me gasp each time he hits somewhere new down there.

  He claims that I’m ready. But am I? The thought of that hard ridge I felt—so massive and thick—is terrifying.

  But I want this, I want it so badly. I want to lose my virginity and I want to lose it tonight—to Ryker—yet at the same time I’m afraid, unable to imagine the reality of his huge hardness forcing its way inside me. Maybe it isn’t as thick as it felt through his pants?

  “Yessss.” My word comes out on a shuddery exhale as his finger grazes my opening, and he moans in response.

  He nudges my feet farther apart where we stand. And then kneels on the floor, taking my hips in his strong grip and moving his mouth to my mound.

  “Oh!” I fall back against the window, but he catches me, softening my drop. Then he gently nudges one of my legs to rest over his shoulder, and I have no choice but to lean back on the glass, completely exposing my sex to his face.

  His hand holds my thigh firmly over his shoulder, as the other strokes through my wet heat. He’s looking between my legs with so much concentration and awe that I almost wonder if that part of me is strange, or made wrong.

  My mind slowly registers what’s about to happen—oral sex—but my comprehension is impeded by a thick fog. I tense up, unsure of what I’m expected to do, or what to expect from him, and I wish I’d washed down there after we got back from New York. But then his hand slides from my thigh to part my folds and all my regrets vanish as he breathes against my heat.

  His breath tickles my pubic hair, alternately heating and cooling my damp skin, and he lingers there so long I start to wonder if this is it, if I’ve been misinformed and hot breath is the extent of oral sex.

  Then his tongue flicks out, grazing my clit.

  A shuddering breath escapes my chest, and my head strikes the window as his tongue circles and flicks over my sensitive nub, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my sanity. I’ve touched myself before but it wasn’t remotely like this.

  His tongue’s strokes continue, varying hard and soft, moving around my clit’s edges and then pressing hard over its top, switching course at just the right moment, almost as if his tongue and lips are under the command of my responses. But then I realize it’s me who’s under his control.

  He’s playing my body—now his, completely his—and I fully surrender to his mouth and his hands.

  As his mouth’s plunder continues, his hand strokes me, skimming over my opening and the pleasure is so intense that my hips jump forward with each pass, my entrance as sensitive as the clit he’s flicking and rubbing with his tongue, and…and…oh, god, now he’s sucking it.

  My hips drive forward against the suction, and he nudges his finger inside me.

  “Ah.”

  Breaking his latch on my sex, he looks up into my eyes. “Tell me to stop if I hurt you.”

  Unable to talk, I nod, definitely not wanting him to stop. I don’t want any of this to stop, not ever.

  His mouth moves back to my clit as his finger proceeds, sliding farther inside me, and the intrusion doesn’t feel all that different from inserting a tampon, not yet, but then his finger moves, pulling almost out and then in again, pressing against my insides as it travels, and I can feel the hard edge of his ring. Each time he pushes, he lets more of his thick finger invade, and his mouth continues to torture my clit.

  The sensation is overwhelming. My head rolls back and forth against the window and my hands slam against it. My body is completely overtaken by this mysterious pleasure. And still his mouth strokes and flicks and sucks, his finger plunges and circles and rubs, and then he slows his mouth’s action, breathing heavily against me.

  The pressure inside my body increases as a second finger slides alongside the first. For a split second the thicker intrusion hurts, but it’s not really pain, or at least it quickly morphs into something I crave, something that makes me want even more thickness inside me. My body is shaking, and the tension building is so powerful that I’m not sure I can take it anymore—but neither do I want it to stop.

  His other hand strokes my thigh, as his mouth renews its assault, alternately flicking and sucking, and I grab onto his long wavy hair, holding his head against me as my body detonates.

  I cry out, barely recognizing my own voice, as pulses—no, massive waves—overtake my insides. My body is fully controlled now by the strings that he’s pulling, the buttons he’s pushing and sucking—strings and buttons I didn’t even know I had—and I’ve never imagined anything so extraordinary, materializing from inside my own body.

  I lose track of time and space, lose track of everything except my sex rubbing against his face, but then as I slowly regain my awareness, I realize both my legs are over his shoulders now, draped over him as I lean back against the glass.

  His fingers continue to slide slowly inside me as his mouth gently kisses my inner thighs and my mound, but he stays away now from my clit that’s on fire. His free hand guides one of my feet to the floor and then slides up my back to transfer my weight from the window. My other leg slips off him and onto the floor.

  Keeping his fingers inside me, he stands and bends to kiss me, the sweet musky taste of my sex on his lips.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he says softly between kisses. “Miraculous.”

  “Thank you?” I say, my mouth dry, my voice cracking. “Thank you for saying that, for doing that… Ah!” I cry out as he draws his fingers out from inside me.

  He raises those fingers to his lips, and I’m slightly mortified to see blood there, mixed in with the juices glistening on his thick digits.

  Then, looking deep into my eyes, his gaze holds me captive, as he licks his fingers as if they were dipped in sugar, or the finest honey he’s ever tasted. My mortification is amplified.

  His eyes widen and his fingers plunge into his mouth as he sucks every trace of fluid from them, licking his rings, as if trying to clean off every last bit of me. He moans deep in his chest.

  “Fuck,” he says, after pulling them out. “Ho-ly fuck.” His hand
drops to his crotch.

  My eyes follow the gesture, and I gasp at the sight of his hand sliding over the monstrous bulge there, its size even more intimidating than it felt while rubbing against me.

  “Apologies, little dove,” he says gruffly, “but I need to be inside you—now.” In a flash, he undoes his pants—not a zipper but buttons—and then moans as he parts the leather and his stiff member springs forth.

  I gasp, shocked at its size, at its color—so much deeper and redder than the rest of his skin—and at the sight of the thick veins that trace down its sides. His hand strokes its length, and a damp, even redder, tip appears from beneath the shroud of skin at the top.

  His eyes are wild now, his face distorted as if he’s fighting some invisible force. “Ember, you…Last chance to back out. I can’t control…” His voice is strained.

  He turns away. “I should leave. If I stay a second longer, I will fuck you. I can’t bear this…”

  Trembling, I inhale a ragged breath. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

  Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me against him, and his erection presses against my body, hot and pulsing as if it has a life of its own.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

  “You won’t. I trust you.”

  He shrugs out of his jacket, so fast it seems magic, and the leather slaps against the wall on the other side of the room, pushing a painting ajar while he pulls his shirt off over his head. It’s more like a blouse than a typical men’s shirt, and I love how he has his own style, so unusual and high fashion, even though everything about him shouts male.

  Taking my hand, he leads me to the sofa and then kisses me as he guides me onto my back. My legs fall open, one foot dropping to the carpet and he positions himself between my legs.

  His face is bright red now, almost as dark as his penis, and his expression is distorted as if he’s in pain. “I want to take you slow and gentle,” he says, “but after tasting you…I’m not sure I can.”

  Reaching up, I stroke his face, my urge to comfort him overwhelming, even though it’s me who’s the virgin. My insides are aching with the memory of his fingers, and I’m pulsing and yearning to have that feeling again.

  “You.” His eyes close as his hand slides between us. “I’ve never tasted…” His voice trails off into a groan, and I feel the thick head of his erection parting my slick folds, and then pressing against my opening, now more sensitive than I imagined possible.

  Eyes still closed, he pauses there, panting so rapidly that his chest convulses. If he weren’t a virile young man, I’d fear he was having a heart attack.

  I touch his cheek, and he opens his eyes, filled with anguish.

  “Forgive me.” His hips thrust forward, hard and fast, and I cry out as he tears me in half.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ryker

  My brain explodes with gratification as I ram into her for the first time—harder and deeper than I intended—far harder and deeper.

  She cries out in pain, and I freeze, holding myself still inside her, and it takes every ounce of power contained in my muscles to hold myself back as she adjusts to the massive intrusion. She’s a fucking virgin and I just violated her with as much force as I’ve used on any wench. As much force as I’d use on a vampire, capable of quickly healing from tears or bruises.

  Finding the will to open my eyes against the utter pleasure that’s sealed them shut, I gaze into her violet ones. Her cheeks are bright red, her lush lips open, and she takes in shallow, ragged breaths as she looks back at me with wonder and surprise.

  Relief floods through me as I see something in those magical eyes that goes beyond pain, but still, I don’t dare move. Not yet. I don’t trust myself. Not only is she human and fragile, it’s her first time. I need to take her slowly, gently, but my body has other ideas.

  Fuck. Her cunny is so tight, but also so slick with arousal, and it’s pulsing around me as her body works to adjust to my cock’s rude invasion.

  “I’m sorry.” I press a soft kiss on her forehead.

  “Sorry?” Her forehead wrinkles and her eyes fill with confusion. “Why? Am I doing it wrong?”

  “No.” My heart snaps at her misunderstanding. “I meant—I should I have entered you slowly.” My voice is tight. “I hurt you. That was not my intention.”

  Her tongue slides out to wet her lower lip, and my cock throbs in response.

  “It only hurt for a second.” Her eyes flutter shut and reopen as she tightens, hard, around my stiff cock.

  Holy fuck. The breath vacates my chest.

  “But it feels good now,” she says touching my cheek as she massages me with her cunt. “I like how you’re…filling me. And I’m glad that...that I finally know how sex feels.”

  Her hips shift under me, and I moan, the slight friction too much to bear.

  “My little dove.” My voice is so strained, I can barely talk. “You think this is sex? That a few hard pokes constitutes making love?”

  Her eyes fill with worry, or possibly embarrassment. “There’s more?” She tightens around me again.

  Choking back a moan, I nod. “So much more. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” The word comes out on a thread of air.

  Bracing myself, I press a light kiss on her lips. “Tell me if I hurt you. I will try to be gentle, but you…” I shake my head, unable to find the right words. “There is something about you…”

  “What?” Her forehead wrinkles with worry again. “I am doing something wrong. Please. Tell me what to do.”

  “Ember.” I kiss her softly. “You are the opposite of wrong. In fact, there is something about you. Something I can’t seem to resist.” My ass muscles release and tighten a few times, moving me ever so slightly inside her as I fight to hold my rod back. “I’m not sure I can be as gentle as I want to be.”

  Her lips part on a thready exhale that’s clearly powered both by fear and pleasure. “That’s okay,” she says softly. “Make love to me. Please.”

  Unable to maintain my resistance, I pull back, sliding out through her tight channel as slowly as I can, and grimacing with the effort of keeping control.

  “Does it hurt you?” she asks as she cups my cheek.

  “Hurt?” I freeze with only my cock’s head inside her.

  “Your face…” She strokes my cheek. “I can tell that it hurts you.”

  “No.” I swallow. “It’s not pain you’re seeing in my face, little dove. Quite the opposite.” I thrust into her, hard.

  She cries out, her breath shuddering as I hit home.

  “Fuck!” I did it again, and my cock throbs inside her, even as I command it to be still again. It’s like her body has some magic spice driving me wild. I’ve had more wenches than I could begin to count, but I’ve never felt anything like this.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks her voice full of concern.

  “I’m trying to go slow…” I shake my head.

  “It’s okay.” Her hips pulse, and she licks her lips, unaware of the seductive power of her tongue.

  “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.” I withdraw slowly again as she nods. I can take away her pain if I feed. But I want her awake…

  My body takes over my thoughts, ignoring my intentions and moving of its own volition. My back and ass muscles are no longer interested in intentions, they’re only interested in giving me what my cock craves, giving me what her tight, soft cunt can offer, taking what my body demands.

  Powered by more lust and passion than I’ve felt in my life, I drive into her, as hard and fast as I take female vampires, who have the ability to heal from the friction and force of the most punishing and rapid thrusts.

  A high keening sound flows from her lips, and I open my eyes, unaware that I’d closed them and hoping to discover whether her sound is driven by pleasure or pain. But her eyes are closed, her cheeks bright red, her lips open, her head to the side, exposing her throat.

  And my hips refuse to still, thr
usting my cock inside her delicious tight cunt over and over and over. It’s driving me mad. I should stop, at least slow down. I should check to see how she’s doing, but my hips won’t listen to reason and they drive with a force and pace I fear might break her.

  Her breasts bounce with each thrust, bobbing so fast and hard they must hurt too, and so I take one tit in my palm to support it.

  She moans.

  Encouraged, my thumb strums her nipple as my cock continues its plunder, ramming deep with each stroke and relishing the tight muscles responding inside of her, even as I try to convince myself to slow down.

  I have no idea how much time has passed when I manage to ease up my unrelenting, inhuman pace.

  She opens her eyes, and the sight makes me gasp, her beauty, her very soul on display in the violet depths of her eyes.

  “Are you okay?” I ask hoarsely.

  “I’m not sure, I—”

  Ashamed, I stop pumping and drop my head down.

  “I…I…” Her voice is shaking. “Are you finished?” she asks softly.

  “I can be.” I start to slide from inside her.

  “No. Please don’t stop. Not for me.” Her hips swivel.

  I groan with pleasure at her movement. I’m so fucking close to my climax. “Are you sure?”

  Her head nods inside the crook of my arm.

  Almost out now, I drive back into her hard and deep, and she’s still so slick with arousal, so tight and warm, and as much as I’ve demanded from her body, mine still craves more. It’s like her juices are addictive and my cock is a junkie.

  Cupping her thighs, I bend her legs back toward her and rest her calves on my shoulders, opening her up to me even more fully, and then moving my hands to her shoulders I ram into her, each thrust hard and deep, my drives powered by as much of my vampiric strength as I’d use on an enemy, as I’d use to defend my life.

  Her eyes close and her head turns as she explodes around me again, her pussy grabbing hard and fast with waves of violent contractions that I thrust against as if I’m fighting the strongest current, or sailing straight into the highest waves.