Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6)

by Felicity Heaton

  Streaks of rainbow colours glowed on his skin, a sign of her heightened emotions.

  He would never tire of that trait. It gave away her feelings, letting him know her mood even when she tried to conceal it from him. If she was upset or hurt, she left darker shades in the wake of her touch, and he knew to do something to make her feel better.

  Aurora leaned over him and pressed kisses to his stomach, her breasts brushing his caged erection. He groaned and tipped his head back into the pillows, and grasped the chains of his restraints, pulling them taut.

  She licked the top of his tattoo, something she always did when they were making love, and then swirled her tongue around his navel. She always did that too. She had told him once that she couldn’t resist it.

  They had been skinny-dipping in a lake at the time.

  He grinned.

  “What are you thinking?” she whispered against his skin, curiosity battling the desire in her eyes.

  “The lake.” The two words brought a fierce blush to her cheeks and his smile widened.

  They hadn’t been together for more than two weeks when Aurora had confessed she had watched him swimming in lakes throughout his life, always curious about it. They had used her ability to take them to a warm one and they had swum a while before Aurora had pounced on him.

  It had been the first time she had taken the lead, rough in her passion and need for him, dominant as she took him on the sandy shore beneath the moon, her body glistening with moisture.

  She blushed whenever he mentioned a lake now, even when he did it casually in conversation.

  Of course, he had skilfully worked the word into several conversations with Antoine and everyone else at the theatre. Aurora pinched him whenever he did it, but she hadn’t stopped blushing yet.

  “After tonight, I might add restraints to my list of words that make my angel blush.” He grinned at her and she sat back, folded her arms across her chest, and glared at him.

  “I might leave.” She fixed him with a look that said she would too.

  Snow tugged at his restraints and growled at the thought of her leaving him like this, locked up and unable to get at her. The wicked glint in her eyes said she wouldn’t stop at that and would parade around the room in her sexy lingerie too, driving him wild with need for her.

  He smiled sweetly.

  Aurora relaxed and ran her fingers in patterns across his lower stomach, idly teasing him. “Swear you won’t.”

  “Swear it.” He didn’t even wait for her to finish before he said it, hungry for her to continue. He could still make her blush with the word lake.

  She palmed his erection through his jeans and he rolled his eyes back and groaned, thrusting against her. She undid his belt and jeans, and he watched her as she shimmied backwards, pulling them down his legs. She frowned at his boots and moved off the end of the bed.

  Snow toed them off and kicked his feet, tossing each one across the room. His left one slammed into the chest of drawers and almost toppled several of the pillar candles on top of it.

  “Eager,” Aurora said with a wicked smile.

  “Always,” Snow countered and she proved he wasn’t the only eager one by hastily pulling his jeans off and crawling back up him to tackle his underwear.

  She caught the waistband of his black boxers and eased them down, her actions slower now, her expression telling him she was savouring this moment. She always savoured it. He had the feeling that she would never tire of stripping him, revealing his body to her eyes. It made him feel beautiful and deeply desired by his female.

  Aurora stopped when his boxers were around his thighs, leaned over him, and looked up into his eyes as she licked the hard length of his shaft.

  He groaned and struggled to hold her gaze, his eyes going hooded, pleasure rippling through him. She bent her head and swept her tongue over him again, swirling it around the soft crown this time, a quiet moan leaving her lips. She briefly teased his balls, cradling them and rolling her fingers, and then she was moving again, pulling his underwear down to his feet and off.

  She tossed them over her shoulder, her smile wicked again, and surveyed him. He burned wherever her gaze fell, that part of him desperate to feel her touch or her kiss.

  She glided her hands over his feet and spread them, and his breathing quickened. He had forgotten this was all about chaining him, had even forgotten the cuffs that held his wrists. She made it all go away whenever she touched him, driving it to the back of his mind, the pleasure she gave him overwhelming any trace of fear or vulnerability.

  Her eyes met his again, seeking his approval. He nodded, silently letting her know he was ready for her to restrain his ankles, leaving him completely at her mercy.

  She closed the first cuff around his right ankle and carefully secured it, and then dealt with the left one.

  Snow held his breath, waiting for a negative reaction.

  Nothing.

  Just an undeniable need to have her clamber over him, take him into her sweet body, and ride him.

  Aurora shimmied out of her knickers, revealing her neat thatch of dark curls, tearing a growl from his throat. He wanted to delve his tongue between those plush petals to drink her nectar. He ached to hear her moan his name in a voice drenched with pleasure and need.

  She crawled back on the bed, kissing her way up his legs and then across his hips. She swept her tongue over his tattoo again, pulling another moan from him, and stroked his rigid shaft, leaving streaks of colour down its length. He bucked his hips, rubbing himself against her palm, and bit his lip. He needed more.

  She moved on, denying him, her hands skimming over his stomach and fingers tracing the ridges of his tensed muscles. She swept her leg over him, straddling his body, and kept advancing. Her hands rested against his chest and she looked down at him, her mouth tantalisingly close to his. He craned his neck, eager to feel her lips on his, wanting to kiss her.

  Aurora lowered herself to almost within his reach and then drew back again, a smile curving her lips.

  He growled and pulled on his restraints as he planted his elbows on the mattress and tried again to reach her.

  Tried and failed. She kissed over his jaw, his chin, down his neck, always evading his mouth. Tease. She knew what he wanted most and she was going to deny him until he was crazed with a need to kiss her, straining against his bonds and desperate for relief.

  “Kiss me,” he husked, pleading her to put him out of his misery and give him the pleasure he needed.

  She stroked his cheek, her gaze holding his, the green-to-blue of her irises dark with passion.

  Her lips descended on his and he didn’t need to take the lead to get what he wanted. She kissed him fiercely, dominating his mouth, flooding him with pleasure that melted his bones.

  He relaxed into the bed beneath her, lost in the feel of her mastering him, her soft warm tongue stroking and teasing his. She flicked it over his left canine and he groaned as his fangs extended, drawn out by her teasing.

  It didn’t stop her.

  She caressed his fangs, sending hot shivers running through his blood, adding a new level of pleasure that he couldn’t take. He rocked his hips, thrusting against nothing but air, unable to control himself.

  Damn, but he could climax from just this.

  She moaned and her hands shook against his chest, her need echoing through him, telling him that her thoughts had taken a dark and tempting path.

  Aurora shot back, suddenly pushing herself up, and stared at his mouth, her gaze near-black with desire and her rosy lips parted. She frowned, licked her lips, and pressed her short nails into his chest.

  “Bite me,” she uttered, completely undoing him, pushing him to the edge of control.

  So much want in her voice. So much need. He knew he should deny her in case this was just the heat of the moment talking, but he couldn’t.

  She pulled all the strands of her black hair from the smooth unmarked left side of her throat and continued to stare at his mo
uth.

  “Please?” She lowered herself and undulated her hips, rubbing her naked core against him. If she meant to convince him to go through with it, she was wasting her time. He didn’t need convincing.

  “Later,” he pushed the word out, not wanting to bite her while restrained. He wanted to bite her when he was the one in control.

  She mewled, the sound deliciously erotic, and rotated her hips against him, her wet heat slipping over his length, making it throb and ache.

  If she kept doing that, he would be climaxing before he was even inside her. Her face twisted in frustration and he could sense her desire taking control of her, driving her to seek her satisfaction. She bit her lip and then swallowed hard, her eyes falling to his mouth again. What was she thinking to turn her eyes so dark, flooded with hunger?

  Snow found out when she bravely rose off him and crawled further up his body. She ran her hands along his tensed arms, moaning as her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, and then swept them back towards him.

  Her teeth worried her lower lip again and she tangled her fingers in his white hair, forcing his head back and his chin up. She kissed him, nipping his lip with her teeth, driving him right to the edge, and then pulled back, leaving him panting for more.

  He wanted to taste her again.

  She intoxicated him.

  Made him drunk with need.

  Aurora moved again and he groaned when he realised her intention. She gripped the headboard and pressed her knees into the pillows above his shoulders, positioning her core above his face. Snow craned his neck and flicked his tongue over her inner thigh, ripping a moan from her. She trembled as she lowered herself, and he delved his tongue into her moist folds.

  A gasp escaped her and then she settled more firmly, pressing herself to his mouth. He laved her with his tongue, a groan rumbling through his chest at the first sweet taste of her flesh. She tensed and he worshipped every inch of her that he could reach, teasing her nub and then spearing her core with his tongue, driving her to the same edge where he hovered.

  She rocked her hips, riding his face, her breathless moans cranking him tighter, until he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips too, aching to feel her riding him hard.

  She tensed, going rigid, and lifted off him, placing herself beyond his reach.

  “Aurora,” he whispered, wanting her to come back, needing more of her. He wanted to push her over the edge.

  She had other plans.

  She was going to push him over first. He groaned as she shimmied down the length of him, sweeping her lips over his body, and her hand wrapped around his length. She stroked him up and down, propelling him back to the edge, her wicked smile saying she wouldn’t stop this time.

  Snow bucked his hips and pulled at his restraints, moaning with each glide of her hand over his hard flesh.

  “Aurora.” It came out as a groan this time, filled with hunger, an overwhelming need to be inside her.

  She moved astride him and gripped his cock, poising it beneath her. Snow stared at his erection, couldn’t drag his gaze away as she eased the head into her hot sheath and took her hand away, pressing both of them against his hips. She eased down onto him, her pace torturous, taking him into her inch-by-agonizing-inch.

  He gripped the restraints, clutching the thick chains, trying to resist the need to thrust into her. She pressed down on his hips, her strength ensuring he couldn’t move and was completely at her mercy. Snow stared, breathing hard, watching her body envelop him and join them as one.

  The tip of him reached the deepest point within her and she rose off him again, withdrawing all the way before taking him back inside.

  He tipped his head back and stared down at her, lost in the pleasure fluttering across her face as she rode him with long strokes that gradually quickened.

  Her breasts bounced in her white satin and lace bodice top, her eyes turning hooded, her bliss flowing over him. She clutched his hips as tightly as he clutched the chains, using them as an anchor as the incredible sensation of her hot tight body gloving his, the feel of her riding him, and the sight of her lost to desire, combined and began to overwhelm him.

  “Snow.” She rode him harder, shorter bursts that pushed him deeper inside her, as far as he could go, and rotated her hips. Her teeth sank into her lower lip.

  Snow groaned and rocked against her, curling his hips and thrusting his cock hard into her core, taking them both higher. Release crept up his shaft but he focused on giving her pleasure, wanting to bring her to a shattering climax before his own took him.

  Aurora opened her eyes and locked gazes with him, frowning as he countered each of her movements, driving into her as she bore down and pulling away when she rose up. She breathed harder, panting as pleasure tightened her frown and drew his own eyebrows together. More. She was close, her body tightening around his, tugging at his shaft, telling him she would shatter soon.

  He pumped her harder and she arched her back in response, almost undoing him. She was so tight around him, so hot and wet. He grunted and tipped his head back, arching off the bed as she pressed his hips down and quickened her pace, seizing control once more.

  “Snow,” she uttered in passion-drenched bliss and jerked forwards. Her hands trembled against his hips, her thighs quivered and her core milked him as her orgasm crashed over her.

  Snow growled. He wanted out. Now. He pulled on the restraints, fighting them even as she continued to ride him, driving him towards bliss. Not yet.

  “Aurora,” he said and her eyes slowly opened and the haze cleared from them. “Unleash me.”

  She dazedly looked at the cuffs and then back at him.

  “Want to bite you.” It was all he needed to say to have her lifting off him and shakily clambering over the bed, tackling his restraints with trembling fingers.

  The moment Snow was free, he dragged her to him and kissed her hard, clasping her against him with one hand against the nape of her neck and the other on her hip.

  He delved that hand between her thighs, tearing a moan from her as he plunged his fingers into her body, feeling her still quivering from her climax. He wanted back inside her, in more ways than one this time.

  Snow rose to kneel in the middle of the bed and came around behind her. He grasped her nape and pushed her forwards, and she gripped the steel headboard with both hands, bending over.

  He kneed her legs apart and teased her towards another climax with swirls of his fingers around her pert nub, until she was moaning and writhing, and begging him for more.

  He took his hand away, positioned his cock at her entrance, and then gripped her hip with one hand and her neck with the other and growled as he thrust deep into her.

  She rocked forwards and cried out, but quickly pushed against the steel bars of the headboard, holding herself steady.

  Snow curled his hips and grunted with each deep plunge of his body into hers, grinding his teeth together as she clenched him in her core, gripping him hard. He grasped her neck harder, forcing her to remain bending forwards as he took her hard and fast, dominating her. His hips pistoned, wild and relentless, driven by a hunger to possess her. All of her.

  She arched forwards, pressing back against him, forcing him to take her harder, pulling him in deeper.

  His cock ached, his balls tightening as release climbed again. He growled and tightened his grip on her neck and pulled her away from the headboard, bringing her back flush against his front. He lowered himself so he could keep pounding into her, needing to be the one in control now.

  Aurora seized his hand on her hip and brought it to her mound. She guided him to her and touched herself with him.

  He had never experienced anything as erotic as touching her together, her hand guiding his, showing him what she needed.

  He released her neck and clasped her breast, tearing the soft material of her corset down and thumbing her nipple as he drove into her, as deep as he could go. She tensed around him, on the precipice of another relea
se, and slung her free arm over her shoulder and buried her fingers in his hair, clutching him to her.

  “Snow. Now,” she uttered, a breathless command he immediately obeyed.

  He grabbed her chin, yanked her head to one side, and struck hard, sinking his fangs into her throat.

  She screamed his name as her body seized and then shattered around his. Her bliss flowed into him with her sweet blood, sending him over the edge with her, and he growled into her throat as he thrust his cock into her and spilled himself, throbbing discordantly to her.

  Heat blazed through him like wildfire, the combination of their dual ecstasy and her blood, and the feel of her shaking in his arms wringing another release from him. His knees weakened in the wake of it, bones turning soft and useless, and he sank back with his body still impaling hers, ending up with her on his lap.

  Snow drank slowly, lost in the sensations rushing through him, easing himself down. Aurora breathed hard in his arms, trembling against him, her hand still clutching his hair and quiet moans still escaping her lips.

  “Well…” she whispered, her voice hoarse and tight. “I definitely… want to do… that again.”

  Snow released her throat and licked the puncture marks, a chuckle rumbling in his chest at the same time. He pressed a kiss to the marks and lingered there, savouring the feel of his female shaking in his arms, sated because of him.

  His female.

  She bore more than one set of his marks and he was old-fashioned like Antoine. Those marks announced her as his, telling the world that she belonged to him.

  “I almost wish we hadn’t waited so long to try it out.” She giggled and leaned back into him, her hand slipping from his hair to caress his shoulder and then fall onto her lap.

  “Me too.” Snow pressed another kiss to her throat and then eased her off him and gathered her into his arms. He shoved the wrinkled black covers down with his legs, laid her down on the bed and then joined her.

  She pulled the covers over them both and curled up beside him, her head on his chest and her heart beating rapidly against his side. Snow wrapped his arms around her and held her against him, still slowly coming down from one hell of a high. Aurora kissed his chest and he angled his head, pressed his lips to her brow and closed his eyes.