Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6)

by Felicity Heaton

  Aurora was glad that she had done something for him all these years without even knowing it. She had given him a way of clawing back control over himself. Could she work on that?

  If her blood and her song calmed his demons and turned him into the man standing before her, casual and unaffected by his affliction, as in control of himself as his brother was, could years with her give him back his desire to live and his life? He had said that he could find the hunger to live again if she stayed with him.

  An impossible dream.

  Her superiors wouldn’t accept a verdict on Snow based on theories she had no evidence to substantiate.

  Antoine raked his gaze over her, assessing her, scrutinising every inch of her. Darkness loomed in his pale eyes again, his expression hardening with each second. He still wasn’t convinced. She still admired him for it.

  He wanted to protect his brother. Until she proved herself as an ally, and not a threat to Snow, he wouldn’t trust her. It would take time to convince Antoine that she had only his brother’s best interests at heart. She didn’t want to sentence him to death. Her mission now wasn’t one to decide whether Snow lived or died.

  It was one to prove Snow worthy of a second chance. She would accept no other outcome.

  “My brother may have some unfounded faith in you… but I cannot grant you the same.” Antoine stepped away from the wall and lowered his arms, straightening to his full impressive height at the same time. He looked down at her, eyes dark and expression fierce. Red ringed his irises. “If you ever harm Snow, you will answer to me… and I will show you no mercy.”

  “Antoine.” Snow was across the room in a flash, his hands clasping his younger brother’s shoulders, shoving him against the black wall. “Back down, Brother. I have told you that she is my responsibility, and I will not let you threaten her.”

  “I hope for your sake you are right about her, and you know what you are doing.” Antoine peeled Snow’s hands off his shoulders and opened the door. He sighed, turned back into the room and lifted his left hand to cup Snow’s cheek, and whispered, “Forgive a man for worrying about his only brother?”

  Snow pressed his forehead against Antoine’s and closed his eyes. “Always.”

  Antoine lingered a second longer and then left the room, slowly closing the door behind him. Snow stared at the door, motionless, his muddled feelings flowing across the room to her.

  “He is only concerned about your welfare,” she said and he looked over his broad bare shoulder at her.

  “I know… but I do not like it when he makes out that you are a threat to me.” Snow ran his fingers through his hair, tugging the long white lengths back, and clasped the back of his head. “I am more of a threat to you than you are to me.”

  Possibly. She smiled to alleviate the nervous edge in his eyes. He didn’t need to fear that he would hurt her. She was strong enough to handle him even in his darkest rages and she felt certain that she could subdue him now that she knew the power her song held over him.

  The fact that he clearly trusted her touched her though. She had watched him for centuries and in that time had come to realise that he had difficulty trusting others because he didn’t trust himself.

  He also let his guard down around her and the only other person in this world he did that with was his brother.

  Both of those things should have pleased her deeply and warmed her heart, but she still couldn’t shake the dreadful guilt that dragged her insides down whenever she thought about her mission, even now that she had decided to alter its parameters.

  Aurora held her hand out to him and he locked the door and stalked back towards her, the sensual shift of his body with each step rekindling the embers of the fire he had ignited in her veins.

  She let the black covers fall away from her and met him at the edge of the bed. There was something she had wanted to do to him ever since he had revealed the full design of his tattoo to her. He stopped before her and she didn’t hesitate. She caught the waist of his black trunks above his right hip and pulled the soft material down, exposing the full length of his ink.

  Aurora leaned in and ran her tongue over it.

  Snow growled, grasped her arms, and pulled her up onto her feet. She wobbled on the mattress. He tugged her closer to him until his body pressed flush against hers and his arms caged her like steel bands, and tilted his head back.

  Aurora dipped her head and kissed him. He instantly took control of the kiss, turning it hard and fierce, filled with rough passion that thrilled her.

  He had been so gentle with her on the rooftop that she had expected him to be like that again, but this savageness excited her, flooding her mind with exotic possibilities.

  She tried to keep up with his kiss and when that failed, she gave herself over to her passion and nipped at his lower lip between kisses, eliciting dark erotic moans from him that rumbled through his big body and into hers.

  Her body came alive, belly heating and tightening, desire overwhelming her as her breathing quickened and a need to feel Snow’s hands on her, palming and caressing, teasing her to another earth-shattering climax, consumed her. Snow’s aggressive kisses, the feel of his body against hers, and his unrelenting grip, wasn’t enough to satisfy her dark hungers. She needed more.

  Aurora grabbed his shoulders and twisted with him, forcing him down onto the bed. His breath left him on impact and she didn’t give him a chance to draw another before she was astride his hips. She braced her hands against his broad chest, moaning at the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingers, and kissed him again, capturing his mouth with aggression that surprised her.

  Snow’s big hands caught her bare bottom and he palmed it just as she had desired as he kissed her, taking control of it once more, leading the frenzied dance. Elation swept through her, passion carrying her higher, until she felt dizzy and desperate, lost in her need to feel the pleasure only Snow could give to her.

  She moaned into his mouth and shamelessly worked her body against his, rocking her core along his hard length. It felt wickedly good, luring her into surrendering more control, giving in to the decadent desires racing through her blood.

  Snow rolled her onto her back and covered her body with his, slowly grinding his cock against her as he kissed her breathless.

  It maddened her, tightening her stomach, leading to a strange concoction of bliss and frustration. It wasn’t enough.

  She ached to have him use his strength on her, to unleash all of his passion and indulge his desires. She wanted to let go too, yearned to let her wildest fantasies rule her in this moment with Snow.

  She had dreamed of him seizing command of her, using his powerful muscles to take control of their lovemaking and surrendering to his base instincts to have her. Just the thought of him doing such a thing had her quivering inside, hot and achy, on the verge of moaning breathlessly and begging him to take her.

  She ran her hands down his powerful back, delighting in how his muscles shifted beneath her fingers, bunching and stretching, a symphony that made her tremble. She wanted to touch him like this when he was inside her, driving her wild and over the edge. She wanted to feel all that immense power focused on her, and her pleasure.

  She nipped at his lower lip, earning a growl and a harder thrust. He rubbed her most sensitive flesh, spreading delicious tingles through her body, and she couldn’t stop herself from raising her hips to meet him, forcing him to fight her back into submission. She refused to go quietly, moaning each time his hard cock rubbed her in just the right place to send another blissful wave of shivers tripping along her nerves.

  Aurora mastered his mouth with licks and nips, driving him into submission, and rolled them over again.

  They fell off the bed and she landed hard on top of Snow on the wooden floor. It didn’t stop him. Before she could utter an apology, he had flipped her onto her back on the floor and was fiercely kissing along her jaw and then down her throat.

  She tilted her head to one side, sighing w
ith each lick and suck, and playful nip, and tunnelled her hands into his white hair, twisting the ribbons around her fingers and clutching him to her.

  Her body rocked involuntarily into his, seeking more pleasure, hunting for another taste of heaven. Snow growled into her throat and devoured it with hungry kisses interspersed with hard sucks on her flesh that she was sure would leave faint marks on her skin. She didn’t care. She wanted marks to remember this wild moment by.

  Snow froze, his broad body tensed and braced above hers.

  “Snow?” Aurora whispered and loosened her grip on his hair. She shifted to one side, enough that she could see his face. His crimson eyes remained rooted on her throat, his pupils thin elliptical slits in the centre of his irises. A new fire burned through her. He wanted to bite her. Part of her thrilled at the thought he might even as the rest of her feared he would go through with it.

  She kept still beneath him.

  When she realised that wasn’t helping him regain control over his darker urges, she gently slid her left hand down to the straight line of his jaw and drew his hungry gaze away from her neck.

  His scarlet eyes met hers and narrowed. She gasped when he kissed her again, fiercer than ever, dominating her with the force of it.

  His fangs scraped her tongue and her lips, adding a hint of blood to the taste of the kiss. She stroked his cheeks with both hands as she kissed him gently, trying to convince him to do the same. Eventually, his fangs disappeared and his kiss slowed, deepening at the same time. It lightened her insides, stirring different feelings within her, softer and affectionate ones.

  Did he feel the same way as she did when he kissed her like this?

  Did he feel as though everything was right in the world and nothing terrible would happen to them?

  It felt so right as he softly kissed her, his immense body braced above hers and his hips nestled between her thighs. She didn’t want him to move or change the tempo again. She wanted to spend the next few hours just kissing him like this, savouring how it made her feel.

  Close to him. Cherished.

  She sighed against his lips and tangled her fingers in his hair, lazily winding the white silken lengths around them, enjoying this quiet moment with him.

  Snow gently rocked his hips between hers, reigniting her fire. Hunger for things to remain slow between them gradually shifted back to a need to feel his strength. She worked her body against his, seeking satisfaction as she kissed him.

  He leaned down on his left elbow and ran his right hand over her bare thigh, stroking from her bottom to her knee. She wanted him to touch her somewhere else, needed it with an urgency that made her blush, and almost felt brave enough to take hold of the hand that was caressing her thigh and make him touch her where she needed him.

  Almost.

  Aurora brought her hands between them and pushed, forcing Snow away from her. He frowned down at her and then his look softened, as though he had seen her need and how desperate he was making her.

  He moved back to kneel between her thighs and she grew aware of how naked she was, on display for his blue eyes, exposed to him.

  They raked hotly over her, his pupils dilating and devouring his irises, his gaze burning her and ratcheting her temperature up to a thousand degrees.

  When he looked at her like that, she grew aware of how much he desired her and it thrilled her. She wanted him to see how much she hungered for him too. Her gaze drifted down him, taking all of him in, every delicious millimetre of his beautiful body. Her eyes settled on his underwear and she frowned.

  It wasn’t fair. She wanted things to be even between them, and that meant she had to get him out of his underwear. She wanted to see every inch of his naked perfection.

  She slipped her legs away from either side of his body and moved to kneel before him. He quirked an eyebrow. Aurora grabbed his hands and stood, making him rise with her. He towered over her, presenting her with a view of a wall of honed formidable muscle that shifted sensually, teasingly beneath his pale skin, making her want to run her lips over it and taste every inch of him.

  Aurora moved her hands to the waist of his black underwear and pushed it down his hips. She followed it, her gaze roving over him, drinking in the way his torso tensed when she reached his knees with his underwear. He was waiting for her to look elsewhere and she knew where he wanted her gaze.

  Aurora lowered it to the impressive rock hard length of his cock. It stood proud from a nest of silvery crisp hairs, eagerly jutting towards her, the crown already exposed and slick with moisture. She nibbled her lower lip, temptation spearing her once more. He lifted his feet for her one by one when she reached his ankles and she pulled his underwear off over them.

  Aurora lingered, crouched before him, her eyes glued to his length.

  Her teeth worried her lip again, her desire burning at ten thousand degrees now, scorching her.

  She leaned forwards, coming to rest on her knees, and hesitantly ran her fingers down the length of him, from the soft tip to his balls, leaving a streak of colour in the wake of her caress. She fondled his balls, feeling their weight and fascinated by the fluid movement of them against her fingers. Snow groaned, his muscles rippling with tension.

  Aurora continued her exploration, refusing to rush this first experience of touching him. Her fingertips followed the ridge up the underside of his erection, her touch colouring his skin. She circled the crown and then rubbed the slit with the pad of her thumb. Snow’s hips jerked towards her, an animalistic grunt leaving his lips.

  She swallowed, licked her lips, and leaned in.

  The second her tongue made contact with his flesh, his hand grasped the top of her head, fingers sinking into her dark hair. He clutched her but didn’t stop her. His breathing roughened.

  She swirled her tongue around the soft head of his cock, tasting a touch of salt on his cool skin, and he groaned again, his fingers tightening in her hair. She liked how he held her, as if he couldn’t help himself and was torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away.

  Trying to control her actions.

  Control this.

  She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his erection, taking the first few inches of him into her. His hips jerked again, thrusting him deeper, and he muttered dark things under his breath. He had cursed like that before in her presence, but he had aimed it at her like hellfire the first time. This time it sounded more like a plea to her. He wanted her to continue.

  So did she.

  Aurora sucked as she withdrew, earning a harsh oath and a deep moan from Snow as her reward. She took him back into her mouth and sucked again, enjoying his taste and coolness, and the way Snow bucked and snarled.

  His fingers clutched her, guiding her on his cock. She withdrew completely and leaned back in to flutter her tongue around the underside of the head while she played with his balls and stroked the shaft. Snow quivered, his breathing staccato now and his groans coming thick and fast.

  He rocked his hips and she took him back into her mouth, sucking him as she continued to toy with his sac. She wrapped her other hand around his shaft and stroked him in time with her movements with her mouth, hoping to heighten his pleasure.

  Snow growled and curled his hips, thrusting through the ring of her fingers. His legs trembled against her, body tightening until she was sure he would harm himself. He grunted and tried to push her away.

  Aurora didn’t let him.

  She sucked harder, intent on wringing a climax from him with her mouth, wanting him to taste the pleasure she desired to give to him. She would deny him nothing.

  He cried her name and spilled into her mouth, his cock throbbing with each jet of seed. She swallowed around him and continued to stroke him, unsure of the right thing to do. His hands settled more heavily on her, his grip loosening, and he breathed hard above her. She licked him, tasting him on her tongue, and then slowly withdrew and looked up the length of his body.

  Snow growled, grabbed her under her arms
and dragged her up to him. He kissed her hard, his body quaking under her hands, and laid her on the bed, with her legs dangling over the edge. She moaned when he leaned over her, kissing down her jaw to her breasts.

  He lavished them with attention, suckling and rolling her nipples between his teeth, alternating between them. His hand delved between her legs and she gasped at her first taste of pleasure from his touch.

  More.

  Aurora tried to raise her hips into his fingers, seeking more contact between them, but it was impossible with her legs draped over the edge of the mattress. She lifted one leg, planted her foot on the bed, and rocked into his touch. He circled her clitoris and then dipped lower, teasing her entrance.

  “Snow,” Aurora moaned, desperate to tell him that she needed him to touch her now, but blushing at the thought of voicing that hunger.

  He kissed lower, worshipping every inch of her body with his mouth and hands, and finally reached where she needed him most.

  He dropped to his knees before her and took hold of her ankles. The blush on her cheeks burned more fiercely when he draped her legs over his shoulders, caught her backside, and pulled her to the edge of the four-poster bed.

  He kissed along the inside of her thigh and Aurora tried to keep still but it was impossible.

  She shifted on the mattress, eager for his tongue on her flesh. He didn’t keep her waiting. His fingers parted her petals and he delved his wicked tongue between them, teasing her aroused nub. She threw her head back and moaned, shocked by the volume of it.

  Snow chuckled and licked her again, adding to her torment by swirling his tongue around this time, circling her and eliciting another groan from her throat. She arched her back and raised her hips into his face, uncaring of how wanton she appeared. She needed this.

  She needed him.

  She mimicked his earlier behaviour, her hands sinking into his white hair, clutching the lengths of it and clinging to him. He flicked his tongue over her clit, sending sparks shooting down her thighs and turning up the heat pooling in her belly. One finger eased into her core, slowly pumping her, the pace maddening.