The Serpent's Kiss (The Hunter Chronicles Book 4)

by Claire Marta

  If he was going to work the anger he could see so clearly festering away within her, he was going to have to be strict. He would have to be harsh with her. Jasmine wobbled and placed her hands against the back of his thighs to steady herself. He could feel the press of her small palms through his pants.

  Her face was flushed from the alcohol she had consumed. Green eyes overly bright and glazed. She was so naïve. So pure. Asier wanted to dirty her up. Darken that light of goodness she seemed to carry. The urge to thrust hard and deep into her mouth surged through him. Tangling his fingers in her short hair he guided her towards his freed rock-hard shaft. Asier stared down at her with a hooded gaze. He wouldn’t hold back this time. The girl would experience just how ruthless he could be.

  Licking her lips, Jasmine couldn’t take her eyes of his cock. They were large and round with innocent apprehension, but he could see the shadow of lust.

  They parted as the tip met her mouth. Not wasting any time he drove himself between their plumpness. Heat and wetness greeted him forcing a groan of pleasure from Asier. Pumping his hips, he rammed forwards until the tip of his dick nudged the back of her throat.

  Jasmine panicked, her grip tightening on the back of his thighs. Smirking Asier clenched her hair holding her in place as she struggled against him. He knew he wasn’t being gentle. Fucking her mouth brutally was all he could think about. Asier wanted to make sure she remembered the first time she gave head. He wanted her to remember that he had been the first to have her like this, on her knees and vulnerable.

  “Relax your throat and breath through your nose, this will help.” He muttered not letting up on his hold. “Don’t fight it. Let go. You’re safe. Trust me.”

  Jasmine struggled for a moment. Then his words seem to penetrate. Watching patiently he noted as she followed his command.

  “Good girl. Si, that’s it.” He praised as he felt her begin to relax. “Suck it. Lick it. Work it with your mouth.”

  A little hum vibrated in her throat which made his cock swell harder. He could feel her tongue coiling around his shaft as she obediently began to suck. Loosening his grip he allowed her to pull it from her mouth. The moment it was free she began to lick it with long broad strokes. Reaching the cockhead she sucked it in, twirling her tongue around the tip.

  For a first timer she was a natural. Asier groaned as her head began to bob as she took him deep once more. He could see and feel how enthusiastic she was taking to her task. Already he could feel the pressure rising to cum. It never usually happened this fast. His excitement at having the girl at his mercy had him more aroused than he had been in centuries.

  “Don’t close your fucking eyes. Look at me Jasmine.” Asier growled when they rolled shut.

  Snapping them open, her glazed stare collided with his. She was still licking and sucking. Her greedy mouth continuing to pleasure the entire length of him.

  Hold tightening painfully in her hair, he held her still as he began to spurt thick, ropey semen down the back of her throat. His body clenched, head tipping back with ecstasy. Asier held her in place until the spasms began to subside. The experience was so intense he was unaware of any discomfort Jasmine might have had. When he came to his senses he let his softening cock slip from her lips. He realised then he had given her no choice but to swallow. A twinge of guilt assailed him.

  “Bella that was amazing.” Asier praised as he petted her hair.

  She looked dazed as if she couldn’t quite believe what they had just done. Taking her by the arms he helped her up onto shaking legs. Quickly he tugged the lion mask from his face and let it drop forgotten to the ground. He wanted Jasmine with a pagan need. Tonight he wanted to fuck her hard. Pound into her and finally take what he hungered for. Was this the madness Eric had felt for this mortal female? Asier would give her more pleasure than she could handle. It just came with a little pain.

  Those luscious lips, he needed to taste them. Yet when he kissed her he found himself doing so gently. She tasted of desire, alcohol, and his seed. It was a heady combination.

  “I’m the one who breathed life back into you in Prague. My lips were on yours when your heart started beating again.” He confided softly, drawing away from her. His gaze searched her features although he was not sure what he was looking for. “I bought you back, not Eric.”

  Her expression was shocked. For a moment she didn’t seem to be able to speak.

  Leaning down, Asier rubbed his cheek against the softness of hers. “I want to fuck you Jasmine. Shove my cock inside you and make you scream. Make you forget any other male that has taken you before me. Because after tonight, they will fade away in comparison after what I plan to do with you.” He whispered against her ear.

  “I don’t think….” She stuttered as her head jerked back. Her cheeks were a pretty shade of red.

  That was exactly how Asier wanted her. Unable to think.

  Asier silenced her with another kiss. This one was much slower, deeper, and sweeter. It blasted through Jasmine’s drunken defences and she found herself responding. Her head was swimming but every thought was gone.

  When the end of his tongue darted against the seam of her mouth, she opened willingly. Gliding in, it teased her own, playing, entwining. It was seducing and coaxing. Yet she couldn’t tell which one of them was being seduced more. Curling her tongue she flicked it around one of his fangs. She could feel their sharp points. Knew they betrayed his excitement. He was not as calm and collected as he made out.

  Breaking the kiss, he muttered something against her lips. It sounded heated, fierce. The words though were in Italian and she didn’t understand them. He ground his pelvis against her, his erection huge and hot against her stomach.

  “Stop it Asier.” Jasmine felt a mix of exhilaration and panic. She was feeling more than horny by now.

  “No. I told you once before, I’m no gentleman. Tonight you aren’t going to escape me cara. I know you want me too.” Asier picked her up and hoisted her with ease over his shoulder. Turning his head he bit her left arse cheek hard through her jeans.

  With a scream Jasmine pounded clumsily on his back. “Put me fucking down!”

  “Stop that.” He commanded as he swatted her arse.

  Jasmine gasped. Before she knew what was happening, they were quickly moving through the club. When they reach some familiar steps he took them two at a time. Jasmine groaned as her stomach rolled at the sensation. Everything was spinning. She was going to be sick if this lasted much longer. Then, quite suddenly, he unceremoniously dumped her on the middle of a bed. Jasmine bounced with a little squeal of surprise. It took her a second to recognize his bedroom in the apartment above the building.

  “Wait here.” Asier told her before storming back out.

  Asier had Jasmine right where he wanted her. On his bed and ready to be fucked. Now all he had to do was get her naked. A task he would relish. The problem was he could not let Kane fuck her friend down on the club floor. Things had already gotten out of hand. He did not need their boss hounding him for taking advantage of them.

  With determination he stalked back through the apartment. The sounds of groaning and grunting drew him towards the kitchen. Kane had Gemma over the breakfast counter. Jeans down around his ankles, he had her naked and bent over the surface and was fucking her roughly from behind. She was clutching onto the corners of the surface, her finger nails boring into the marble. Her black curls bouncing around her stunning face. Asier watched as the other vampire clenched his arse with each violent thrust of his hips. Kane did not know the meaning of gentle.

  Titling his head Kane gave him a cocky grin. “Problem?”

  “She agreed to this, si?” Asier asked tightly. He never had to ask the question before. His second knew never to take a female by force but he needed to be sure.

  One blonde eyebrow rising, Kane wrapped one hand in Gemma’s hair.

  “You want me to fuck you don’t you bitch?” He asked as he yanked it back.

  “If you
stop now I will cut out your heart you blood sucking prick.” She snapped slapping her butt back into his pounding hips. Her large brown eyes were sparkling fiercely.

  Asier chuckled as he shook his head. Perhaps Kane had met his match. This female seemed fearless. Leaving them to their enjoyment of each other, he eagerly strode back to his room. Jasmine would be waiting for him. Tonight she was his.

  Asier’s eyes widened with surprise as he entered the bedroom. The girl had changed out of her clothes, which now lay in a pile on the floor. Jasmine sat in the middle of his spacious bed. He had to admit she looked cute wearing one of his white shirts. It was big on her. When her legs shifted he was treated to a glimpse of lacy panties. So she hadn’t been brave enough to bare all. That was fine by him. It would be much more fun to strip her himself. He wanted to uncover the hidden treasures of her body. To run his tongue over every curve and valley. Anticipation curled through him. He was going to enjoy fucking her. It was something he had wanted to do since meeting her in Prague.

  “Men are complete arseholes.” Jasmine slurred. “Fucking dicks, the lot of you. I don’t need you…any of you fuckers.”

  Asier laughed. She really was an amusing delight.

  Swaying slightly, she eyed him suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”

  “You when you’re drunk.” He strolled closer towards the mattress. “The short spanking did not sober you up as much as I intended.”

  “I’m not drunk.” Jasmine flopped back, her legs and arms thrown wide. The movement cause the shirt to ride up, showing him a view of her flat stomach.

  Asier had never seen such an appealing sight. “Of course not, cara.” He crooned, crawling gracefully onto the bed beside her.

  Eyes half closed, she watched him. The outline of her taut nipples were visible through the shirt. She was excited at his nearness. Jasmine might not admit it out loud, but Asier could read her body like a book. He slid his hand up her bare leg confidently, feeling her quiver at his touch. It came to rest on the top of her thigh, his fingertips oh so close to the lace that covered her pussy.

  Asier knew she had a crescent moon birthmark on her hip. It was something he discovered when they had first met. He had been itching ever since to trace it with his tongue. Lying on his side Asier pressed himself against her body. She was warm and pliant, and ready for plucking. His cock was hard again and willing to finally sink into her eager heat. He intended to keep her busy for the next few days. Keeping her distracted was going to be more than a pleasure. She was a prize to savour. Nuzzling the side of her neck, Jasmine surprised him yet again by tilting her head and giving him better access. Asier hummed his approval.

  “You just want to fuck me…I know that’s what you want, for everything you’ve done for me.” She grumbled.

  Inhaling, he took in her scent. Wild flowers on a summer’s day. He smiled against her skin. “I do. Would it be so bad bella? You do look extremely fuckable right now.”

  A small, snuffling snore was her only response. Asier stilled. Raising his head he found Jasmine sound asleep. Astounded, he laughed. No female had ever fallen asleep in his bed. Not when he had been trying to seduce them. Being careful, he tucked her into his side. He arranged the duvet around them like an intimate cocoon.

  Jasmine felt deliciously warm and soft. A little snore escaped her again. With a murmur she snuggled into him. Asier had done many things in his long existence. Broken many taboos. Many laws to satisfy his own needs. Fucking unconscious women though was something he never did. When he took Jasmine he wanted her fully aware of who was inside her. He would have to bide his time. For now.

  The woman’s voice was murmuring to her soothingly. She wasn’t to be afraid, that Jasmine had to stay in her hiding place and not make a sound. That if she didn’t, then the monsters would get her.

  Jasmine whimpered, winding her skinny arms around the woman’s neck in fear. She didn’t want the monsters to get her. These ones weren’t like those under her bed. These ones were real. Even the woman was scared of them.

  Suddenly she was alone, her arms empty. Jasmine shivered at the chill in the air. The room she was in was bare apart from the makeshift mattress she was laying on. A blanket was wrapped tightly around her, hiding her little form. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of her scruffy teddy and hugged it close.

  Raised voices penetrated the thick wood of the door. Someone was sobbing, pleading. The other voices though, were angry and cold. They didn’t seem to care.

  Light flickered beneath the crack at the bottom of the doorway. Pressing her face into the worn fur of her stuffed companion, Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut as screams rose from outside. The monsters had found them.

  Jasmine woke with a start from the strange new nightmare. She did not know where it had come from, but it left her feeling unsettled. There was a dull thudding in her head and her mouth felt dry. Groaning, she tried to roll over. The solid muscle of a male chest prevented the movement. Opening her eyes a crack she was met by a sleepy lavender gaze.

  “What happened?” Jasmine managed to croak. It felt like her throat was full of sandpaper. The light from the bedside lamp was making her wince. Why did everything have to be so bright?

  “You got drunk, cara. I brought you upstairs to bed.” Asier informed her with a teasing wink.

  Eyes widening she stared up at him in shock. “Ohmygod, did we....I mean did you?”

  The Italian dipped down slightly, his breath tickled her cheek. “If we’d had sex Jasmine, I promise you it wouldn’t be something you would forget.” He murmured, his tongue licking the curve of her neck making her shiver.

  She could feel every chiselled muscle of his chest and abs. The vampire drew back. When their eyes connected she didn’t miss the heated spark in his gaze. Nor the ghostly skim of his sexual energy. It sent a flash of fiery need from her belly to her groin. Her nipples hardened painfully and her breathing increased. Jasmine leapt away and off the bed. She was thankful to find she was wearing a man’s shirt and her panties. A lot of the night before was jumbled.

  Scrambled memories began to play through her aching head. She and Gemma had gotten drunk. Frowning, she tried to stitch together the missing pieces.

  Jasmine froze in horror. Asier had spanked her while everyone had watched. Suddenly, the memory of being on her knees hit her. Hands gripping the back of the vampire’s legs as he had thrust his cock savagely in and out of her mouth.

  Jasmine felt her cheeks begin to burn scarlet. Holy fuck. She had given the Master Vampire of London a blow job in the middle of his sex club. What the hell had she been thinking? Asier was watching her with a knowing stare. A wicked sensual smile on his lips. The bed sheet was now hanging precariously low on his hips.

  “I...don’t sleep around.” Jasmine stuttered out nervously. “I mean, I don’t normally do any of this kind of thing…never do this….shit.”

  “Relax. You enjoyed yourself last night, and I am not about to leap on you and fuck you over the bed.” He assured her as he continued to lounge on the oversized mattress.

  Jasmine wrapped her arms around her waist. “You want to though, right?”

  “You’re a desirable woman bella. I would be an idiot not to, and I liked having you on your knees last night. You have a very talented mouth for a beginner.”

  Jasmine felt a renewed heat rush into her cheeks. Gemma had probably seen her. Everyone in the office would find out about it as her friend could never keep her mouth shut.

  Fluidly, Asier stretched cat-like against the covers. The material shifted, dipping a little lower, exposing a little more teasing olive skin. Jasmine’s breathing became erratic as her eyes travelled on their own accord over every tempting expanse of maleness she could see. Was he completely au naturel? Had she slept in the same bed as a very naked alpha Vampire? Been cuddled up for hours with all that panty dropping playboyness? Holy Fuck balls.

  She had seen his bare chest before, but the rest of him was another matter.

  Jasmine wa
s in trouble. This vamp had already tried to seduce her with his dark and dangerous seduction. She only hoped she had the willpower to resist now that she was sober.

  “I can smell your arousal Jasmine.” His accented voice was husky. “Why don’t you come back to bed? I promise you won’t regret it.” He suggested, flashing her an enticing grin.

  “You have some weird fetishes.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. Why did her mouth and brain never seem to connect properly? These things always leapt out before she could stop them.

  Asier cocked his head, his ebony hair tumbling around his bare shoulders. “I like to give pain and pleasure, there is nothing odd in that. In fact, many humans follow that particular lifestyle. I also like tying up my lovers. Spanking. Fucking. Eating pussy. There is nothing wrong with these things. You should not condone until perhaps you have experienced them at least once.”

  “No thanks.” Jasmine muttered quickly as she started searching for her clothes. She found them in a pile at the side of the bed. Snatching up her jeans she decided they were the safest option. Stripping in front of Asier was not going to happen.

  “You can’t deny that you’re curious.” The vampire’s tone was soft.

  Jasmine hurriedly slid her jeans up her legs. “Curious maybe, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.” This was a mistake. She should have never let Gemma talk her into drinking so much.

  Hauling them up, she wiggled frantically as they bunched at her knees. For some reason they seemed to have gotten stuck. Losing her balance she swore loudly as she toppled over, landing in a heap on the carpeted floor. Jasmine lay staring up at the ceiling. This was really not her day. Fuck, not even her week.

  Asier peered over the edge of the bed. Amusement was barely contained on his beautiful features. “Are you in a hurry, cara?”

  Jasmine glanced up at him sheepishly. “I’ve got to get to work.” Wriggling this time she managed to get her jeans all the way up before zipping them shut.