by Billi Jean
What is with the ‘baby’? She loved it, absolutely loved it, but why now?
“Explain this complete change in attitude,” she said and tacked on a soft, “Please.” The word seemed to motivate him in ways she filed away to use for later. If there was a later.
Frowning at her, he settled back in his chair, still close enough that his jeans-covered knee touched her naked one. He’d gone to her place at some point and got her a change of clothes—because when she’d got out of the shower, the brown shirt and jean skirt were missing and next to the shower she’d found a summer dress with a pair of her red Victoria’s Secret panties and a matching demi-cup bra. The man had found her hidden weakness on top of making her weak in the knees. No doubt, he’d seen all her lingerie and maybe even brought some of her garters and stockings. She blinked when he took her hand and casually brought it to his lips.
“I didn’t change my attitude. You have to understand that for me, a vampire, to be attracted to you…” He paused and sighed out a breath against her fingertips.
“You were attracted to me?” she asked, feeling suddenly a whole lot better.
He huffed out a snort. “Baby, why do you think I stalked that coffee shop?”
Stalked? Well, she considered his frown and thought about the nights he’d come in late and drunk coffee talking to her. She’d been flattered, even nervous around him at first, but that was because he’d been so smart. She’d thought he liked talking to her, but didn’t consider her for more than friendship, because the heat she experienced around him never appeared reciprocated. Then, when the attack had happened, he’d made love to her almost desperately—at first. After that first frantic mating, he’d blown her mind again with a soft, gentle passion that had brought tears when she finally climaxed.
“I was in there every night. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice that,” he added when she didn’t speak.
“You never made a pass, never did anything like that and then—”
“I made love to you, didn’t I?”
She frowned. “And left,” she added, only half teasing him. Making love was too weak of a word to use for what he’d done to her. He’d destroyed her with the kind of sex she’d read about but never experienced and had doubted existed.
“Do you see why now? That a vampire”—he jerked his thumb to his chest and pointed to her right after—“and a human wouldn’t have worked.”
“Couldn’t you have simply changed me if you thought—”
“Fuck no. First, it’s forbidden, second”—he broke off to tug at his hair, a move she was growing familiar with—“I’d never hurt you like that.”
She mulled that over and nibbled at her thumbnail, watching him. He was serious, deadly serious, she guessed. The phone call and his anger came back to her. He’d been pissed. At something about her, someone asking about her, from what she’d heard in his response.
“So you left, and then shoved me away that night because…” She stopped. She couldn’t say it. It sounded too corny.
“Because I wanted you. I wanted to make love to you again. I want to now.”
Shocked, she stared over at him. He looked intense, sexy as sin, but she hadn’t thought he wanted to have sex right now. The anger vibe she’d got earlier was gone, but she couldn’t sense anything else from him—until she brushed her hand down his chest to cover his heart. “Your heart beats.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Fast. For me?”
He swallowed and nodded, centring his blue eyes on her face as if she might disappear or do something crazy at any moment. She wanted to. She wanted to do things to him, make him prove he really wanted her—Joey—and regret ever sneaking off.
“You want me? For now? For the moment? And then…sneak off again before dawn?” she teased, already knowing he’d deny it and that he’d get that hard, dangerous glint to his eyes. She kinda liked it. Besides, she had earned the right to tease him for keeping so much from her—valid concerns, but still. Her heart quickened from the way his face flushed at her teasing.
“Shit, come on. I was a vampire, you were a human. I shouldn’t have—”
She cut him off by crawling onto his lap and pressing her breasts against his chest and leaning one thigh against the hard bulge of his erection. He sucked in a shocked breath, and against her leg, his erect flesh grew harder. A wave of heat travelled down her spine, tingled over her butt and raced straight to her pussy. He did want her.
“Yeah? Well, I think that you need to show me, prove how sorry you are for leaving my bed.”
Jax didn’t blink, and the shock disappeared, replaced by such a scorching look she felt branded, and he’d not even touched her yet. He’d fisted his hands on his chair arms as soon as she’d climbed on. His grip was so brutal, his muscles were harder than stone against her body.
“You gonna let me back in it?” he asked, cupping his big hands over her ass and smoothing them up her back.
“Mmm, I’m giving it serious thought,” she murmured. She leaned her elbows on his broad shoulders and tilted her head, arching her spine when he brushed both hands back down to firmly grip her ass again.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me come in my damn jeans,” he said when she brushed her lips over his and eased her leg in a rocking motion against his long erection. The sound he made did something to her, made her body flood with heat and her nails tingle to dig into his shoulders.
“Yes, I am,” she told him, nipping lightly at the smooth flesh behind his ear.
He groaned as if he might come right then and there. “Fuck, fuck, baby, I… We can’t do this right now, Joey.”
“Oh? I think we can,” she whispered, and kissed the tough skin on his neck. “I think you coming in your jeans fitting, since you need a little punishment for walking away from me.”
“Ah fuck, baby, baby.” He gripped her butt tighter to hold her in place and began thrusting his shaft against her leg. She bit down on his neck, not breaking the skin, but Jaxon went wild, crying out her name and rutting against her harder. Her pussy flooded with moisture, clenching in excitement when his groan grew louder.
“Joey,” he grated.
“You can sense me, can’t you?” Excitement shivered all the way through her body at how naughty she was being, how hot he was at her torturing him like this and at the idea that he could somehow tell how it turned her on.
“I can scent you. Hell yeah, I can smell every drop of your sweetness. Shit, baby, I want inside you so bad, Joey. ”
He broke off when she whispered how much she wanted to taste him, lick every thick inch of his big cock until he came unglued.
“Do you scent how turned on that makes me?” she asked.
He tore at her dress, shoving it out of his way until he’d bared her ass. His body turned to solid, hard muscle. She nibbled lightly on his jaw then took his lips in a kiss that rocked them both. He dived into her mouth, trying to control some of the passion heating to an inferno between them. She moaned, so close to falling apart herself she couldn’t hold back the sound. At her whimper, he slipped one hand between her thighs and stroked her through her panties.
“Yes, oh, Jaxon, please.” She arched her butt, giving him more room for his hand. Against her leg, his erection hardened to such a state, she moaned again at the thought of him filling her with every lush inch . Jaxon deepened the kiss until she orgasmed so hard her legs trembled and she broke off their kiss to cry out his name.
“Fuck, baby, yeah, yeah,” Jaxon shouted, pressing against her in a rapid thrusting motion that drew their orgasms on and on. Jaxon started shuddering, coming so hard he shook. She held onto him tighter as the pleasure grew impossibly high.
Slowly, by degrees, he eased his hold on her ass and began leisurely caressing her. “Baby, you are so bad.”
She laughed weakly, and kissed his soft lips. “Well, I think you enjoyed your punishment way too much.”
“Fuck, if this is punishment, I might need a lesson daily,” he mu
rmured huskily against her neck, kissing the spot while he smoothed his hands up and down her back.
She grinned and lifted her head from his shoulder to look at his flushed face. “Mmm, what makes you think I’m done?”
He caught her hand halfway down his chest and kissed her fingers. “Do you know how damn hot you make me? How much I want to toss you over the table?” His eyes glowed bright sapphire when he was hot, she realised. When he was angry, they turned navy, and when he was upset or anxious, a washed-out denim. Do I know him so well already?
She quirked a brow at him. “Mmm, that sounds promising.”
He closed his eyes as if he was in pain and groaned. “If we keep this up, I won’t let you up for air until next month.” He opened his eyes with a fierce look she couldn’t understand. “I want you, okay? I always did, and now you’re a vampire, I can have you. You need to decide though, if you want me. And right now? I think we should wait. I think I should give you time to adjust and that pisses me off, because I want to be inside of you more than I want to breathe.”
Stunned, all she could do was sit there on his lap and stare at him. He caressed her bare butt and slowly a grin spread over his handsome face. “Yeah, I can be direct sometimes, I guess,” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulder.
She swallowed and nodded, feeling suddenly caught in a whirlwind.
“Come on, now, firecracker, don’t freak on me for spilling,” he said.
“Mmm, I know you aren’t referring to your punishment…”
He laughed so hard she nearly fell off his lap. She giggled, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. A rush of emotions too wild to explore filled her, making her want to hold onto him tight to keep herself grounded. Jaxon felt so good, tasted so incredibly good, she never wanted to let him go. His warm body thrilled every inch of hers, made her want him in ways that she shouldn’t, but she did. When she pulled back, he was breathless and looked so happy she kissed him again.
He hugged her tighter, softened his kiss to mere brushes of his lips and smiled at her. “If this is your strategy to avoid that cup of blood, I’m never going to win a battle around here.”
She laughed, hugging his neck, and soaked in his heat. “I don’t think I’d try that ploy on anyone but you,” she told him. “but no battles, okay?”
“Damn straight,” he growled and spanked her butt lightly.
“Oh, baby, harder,” she teased, wiggling for him.
He growled and pulled so she faced him, his face all flushed and so handsome she smiled at him.
“What can I say? You make me want to be naughty,” she said.
With a groan, he leaned his head on the back of the chair and husked out a weak laugh.
“Why is it we have heartbeats?”
He looked at her for that, and shrugged. “We do, but during the day, our heartbeats slow, that’s where the rumour of being undead comes from. But we can stop our heart and some of the real ancient and nasty vampires do.”
“Nasty?”
His look turned fierce and he nodded. “We have many enemies. Many our own kind. I need to train you in all the ways to protect yourself. Ways to hide, to mask your presence, and most of all, to protect yourself if anyone tries to grab you.”
She made a face when he handed her the cup of blood. “Drink it, because I’d rather you drink from me, and if you do, I won’t settle for coming in my jeans like some young pup, darlin’. I’ll be so deep inside you, you’ll never forget my possession.”
“Oh, God.” That sounded sexy.
He grimaced at her obvious reaction and shook his head. “You’re going to kill me, you know that, right? Hell, you’re too damn sexy. Now, drink, then I want to show you our training arena.”
Our training arena?
“I’d rather see our bed.”
He leant down and kissed her shoulder. “I bet you would,” he murmured, but her answer seemed to make him even more determined.
He nodded to the glass and waited.
She tipped the cup and looked at the blood, not as freaked as she should be. While she’d been nibbling on his body, an overwhelming urge to bite a bit harder, maybe sample just a taste of his blood, had filled her.
“Do it, for me, okay?” He shifted under her and grimaced, then laughed huskily, and swatted her butt lightly. “You made me come in my jeans.”
She smiled at him and nodded. “Yep, and I might do that again, too.”
He gave her an alarmed look that made her laugh. “What? Why the hell would you do that?”
“Because it was hot.”
“Shit,” he breathed, sounding aroused. Suddenly he grinned and slipped a hand through her thighs again, cupping her from behind. “I can feel how turned on you still are, darlin’.”
“Oh?” she purred against his neck. “And I can feel how turned on you are, too, babe,” she reminded him, pressing her leg just a bit harder against his lovely cock. “So, duh, of course I am.”
He laughed but quickly nodded towards the blood. “Drink and I’ll show you how a vampire can clean up.”
“Show me first,” she countered, then squeaked in surprise when his bare body, all the way down to his jutting erection, suddenly pressed against her naked body. He’d made their clothes disappear.
“Oh,” she shivered. “How did you do that? I want to—”
“Drink. You want a quick, hard lesson to ease this beautiful body and help you with that drink?”
Oh, God, quick and hard, with Jaxon? She looked at his body, catching her breath at the size of his cock. The mushroomed head was glistening and as she watched, it jerked, giving her a tantalising glimpse of the thick, heavy-veined muscle underneath it. He certainly looked like he could ease her beautiful body. She tipped the blood to her lips and let the liquid touch her tongue.
“Good, good girl, now drink it,” he coaxed, pulling her leg from between his thighs and pressing his hard shaft against her from her pussy all the way along her stomach. He’d been so hot that night, his heat had stayed with her for days. The memory of his first, slow push inside her was never going away—even if she lived to be a hundred, it would remain crystal clear. Now, with his erection pressing against her like silk-encased muscle, she nearly came from knowing what he could do to her. What that firm, lovely and ready-to-make-her-scream body could do to hers.
If she could swallow the blood he pushed on her again.
“Come on, darlin’, for me, drink one swallow.”
She let go of her fear, not even caring that he held someone’s blood to her lips, and let a bit more slip inside her mouth. The blood tasted like salt and something else, something she wanted, almost craved. She gasped when Jaxon smoothed his hands hungrily up from her ass to her shoulders, brushing kisses against her throat and down to her breasts with a hungry, appreciative-sounding growl.
His erection twitched, reminding her of all the ways he could make her cry out in perfect ecstasy. She swallowed a mouthful and moaned. The taste simmered over her tongue this time, filling her senses with cravings and causing heat to sizzle from her lips all the way to her toes and everywhere in-between.
“That’s it, drink, drink it and I’m going to give you this,” he urged, adjusting his cock so it settled right against her opening. She sucked down another swallow and pressed down hungrily on his broad head.
He stopped her with a laugh. “Ah-ha, baby, drink first, then I’ll make you scream. Drink, drink before I come just from your sweet heat coating my dick.”
She swallowed again, so turned on she rubbed along his velvety shaft. He stopped her with another growl and squeeze of her butt.
“Drink, then I’m going to rock your world.”
“Jaxon! Now, I want—”
He stopped her words by latching onto her nipple and pressing the aching tip between his hot tongue and the roof of his mouth. She nearly died. The pressure to come built to a frightening degree, but instead of sending her over, it left her hanging there. He left her hangi
ng there. She dug her nails in his back, worried he’d stop. In response, he bucked against her, but not in her. Didn’t matter. She lost the ability to breathe, so certain she’d climax she held her breath, then he backed off. In a rush, she cried, “No! Do that, do that, and fuck me! Jaxon!”
“Not yet,” he laughed, lifting the blood to her mouth. “Drink, for me, do it for me,” he urged, rocking her hips back and forth against the heat of his hard flesh.
She cautiously tasted another small sip. Again, heat exploded in her mouth, sliding down her throat and filling her with a need she’d never had before. Never knew existed before. With that first sip she craved more, until with a gasp, she’d emptied the glass.
Jaxon threw the glass over her shoulder, where she distantly heard it shatter, but really, she didn’t care one whit. She took hold of Jaxon’s face in both her hands and kissed him like her life might end if she didn’t.
He groaned huskily and met her kiss for kiss. Jaxon, his lips and body, the blood surging through her and the warm, mellow flavour lingering on her tongue eclipsed everything else. Everything else but him.
“Jaxon,” she whispered, “I want…” Him. Everything. Anything. “You.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re so hot, Joey.”
“Yes, yes, Jaxon, please, oh, God, I need…” She kissed his shoulder, desperate in a way she’d never experienced before.
“I got you, darlin’,” he growled and shoved the head of his erection upward, while he steadied her hips in a downward press that worked his flesh so deep she cried out in pleasure. “Yeah, come on my cock, give it to me, only me,” he growled, nipping her breast with devastating results. Her body tingled, achingly aroused and so sensitive she lifted her pelvis away from him, fearing what the added stimulation would do.
“Oh, Jaxon, please,” she begged, unsure what she needed to take the plunge into climax.
Jaxon seemed to know, though because he took her lips in a kiss, lapping the blood from her mouth and replacing it with his spicy flavour while he fed her every thick, long inch of his powerful cock deep inside her pussy. He jerked her downwards with his tight grasp on her butt, to take her the last few inches, she pressed her clit tight to his body, and clenched on every wonderful inch of him. It felt so incredible she hugged Jaxon’s neck and buried her face against his hot skin, trying to do something to ease the spinning sensation before she exploded into a million shiny pieces.
