He sealed his words with a soft kiss, the warm press of metal against her lips adding a slight edge of pain to the sweetness of the contact. A muffled moan formed in her throat. She clenched her hand until her nails bit into her palm.
He tightened his hold on her wrist and brought her arm up until it was pressed next to her head. He released her hair, grabbed her free hand, and moved that up too.
She arched her chest, pushing her breasts out, hoping to feel the solidity of his chest against hers. Her hips thrust forward, searching for the feel of his pelvis.
He kept his body apart from hers as he nibbled at her lips, scraping his fangs against hers, bringing blood to the surface and increasing the flesh’s sensitivity. He sucked, kissed, and tugged on her plump bottom lip before switching to the top and showing it the same kind of attention.
Whimpers and animalistic moans came from the back of her throat. Joe responded with groans and growls. His tongue slipped past her lips to tangle with hers, gliding and sliding, fucking the warm carven of her mouth.
“Joe,” she moaned.
He pulled away only to duck his head once more to sip and glide his lips against hers. He stole quick kisses, followed by long, drawn-out ones. In between, he treated her to the teasing pain of the tips of his fangs and hard solidity of his piercings.
“Mine,” he growled as he traced a path of fire and stinging pain along her jaw and down her neck.
He stopped. His mouth hovered over her pulse point. Time held its breath. She wondered if he was going to bite her. Would she be able to handle it if he did? What would happen if he drank her blood? What would a vampire on witch’s blood be like? Would it kill him, her, or both of them?
Chapter Five
Joe closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He could smell the unique aroma that was Bridget, but underneath it all was the sweat, blood, and the feminine honey of her arousal. He felt drunk. His thoughts swirled and dipped in and out of incoherence. His mouth watered for a taste of her in all the intimate ways he’d only fantasized about.
Night after night he’d woken up in a cold sweat with a hard-on so damn insistent his hand could barely provide even a modicum of relief. In the here-and-now he had her all to himself. The situation was so heady he now understood what swooning was all about. He’d thought it a ridiculous concept, but to be so close to what he wanted, at the edge of having what he’d dreamed about…?
The idea that it could become reality stole the air from his lungs and made his heart pound too fast. His dick pulsed in his pants, making them even tighter than before, and his balls demanded release. He was actually on the verge of coming in his pants and all they’d done was kiss.
He started at the jump of her heartbeat under her skin, entranced by it. How such a small spot could fixate him confounded him, and yet all he could do was stare. A ruby glaze coated his vision, and with his vampiric sight he could see the delicate tracery of her veins under skin. Any one of them could collapse if too much blood was taken or he was too rough with her.
He could kill her if he lost his hard-fought control. Did she know how close she was to death? The heat of her skin pressed against his lips, beckoning him to lower his head and seal the gap, feel the burn. Her magic rolled around them, filtering through the air, only enhancing his arousal. Power danced along his skin and called to him in the most basic and elemental way.
Could she entrance him? Make him her slave? The thoughts crowded his already stuffed head. He gave them a harsh shove and cleared his mind.
He focused on Bridget. Months of chasing, watching, retreating, pursuing, wondering…and now she was here. No more thinking. He placed a butterfly kiss over her pulse point and continued on. Later he’d have a taste, with her permission of course, but not now. This moment was to tease and titillate her to breaking point.
He lifted his head, opened his mouth wide, and traced his fangs over her skin in a slow slide that produced two thin red lines along her flesh. His cock jerked at the sight. He could only imagine what it would be like if he had her over his lap and spanked her ass until it shone. He wanted her to think of him when she left him. He wanted to be on her mind come dawn and all through the day until she couldn’t help but return to him when dusk settled.
He breathed in her scent. Her desire for him was mixed with the metallic tang of her fear. He growled as the blood beast in him rose, hot and feverish, needing a taste of her. His fangs thickened and lengthened, the twin spears throbbing. Soon he wouldn’t be able to talk.
He spread his legs to give himself more ground and buried his head in her neck to hide the change. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want her to leave. But he could feel his more predatory instincts taking hold and shoving away his control. The brush of just the tips of her breasts, even through the corset, sent a thrill racing along his spine. He groaned and nipped at the place where her neck met her shoulder before lapping at the light wound.
“Gonna cover you in love bites,” he murmured. “Mark you as mine.”
He didn’t want to turn her into a vampire. No, she would be his witch. He lifted his head to look down at her top and shook his head. “Too many clothes.”
He kissed his way across her chest, tracing her collarbone with his tongue before biting the skin, lightly. His sharpened fangs opened up small cuts, allowing red-black blood to pearl up from the openings. Her body shivered and a small throaty noise came from her mouth. Encouraged, he grabbed the top of her corset and ripped, tearing the laces down until it parted to expose a very sexy, black-and-red bra that left little to the imagination.
“Fuck.” He word was a harsh curse as he took in the small glimpse between the panels.
She struggled under his hold. “Joe, please.”
He looked up at her. Her cheeks were tinged crimson and vulnerability shone in her eyes, but she wasn’t telling him no. On the contrary, she was pushing herself toward him, hungry for his touch.
“What’s wrong? Afraid I won’t like what I see?” He doubted that very much.
She blinked and looked away. He studied her features. She had sucked her bottom lip into her mouth but he could see the plump flesh quivering.
He shook his head. “No hiding from me.”
He lifted her hands up until her arms were over her head and transferred her wrists until he could hold them with one hand. With his free hand, he parted the corset even more until one breast had been exposed. Lace flowers covered the full globe but couldn’t hide the dark areola that had turned into a thick nub, beckoning his mouth to taste, suck, tease, and scrape. He gave into temptation, ducking his head.
The rough lace scraped over the tip of his tongue, but through the material he could taste the salt of her skin, could smell that unique perfume that was her. He teased and tormented the bud, taking it between his teeth and tugging it out a little further before flicking it with his tongue. He released the peak and ran the tip of a fang over it.
“Shit, Joe,” Bridget panted.
Her heart rate had increased and he could smell her arousal even more. Her magic was going berserk, manifesting in bursts of gold, purple, indigo, blue, black, and red. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his face.
Any sense of fear had evaporated. He could only sense her desire. He ran his tongue over the distended tip, running the rounded barbell over the bud. Her harsh breaths and whimpers were music to his ears. She tugged her hands down but he refused to loosen his grip.
He was in control, damnit, even if his blood monster wanted him to bite down on her nipple and lap up the blood. It was begging to be tasted, coursing through her just below the surface. He shoved the feeling off and focused on teasing and tormenting her further.
“I swear to the goddess if you rip this bra. I’ll stake you myself,” she growled out. “Now, suck my tit.”
He toyed with her nipple again, dragging his fang over the tip a little deeper but not breaking the fabric. With one hand, he traced his fingers over her stomach and found the buckle
to the belt of her skirt. Her stomach rose and quivered with quick breaths. With one hand and clumsy movements, he undid her belt and flicked open the button on her fly. He yanked down the tab on her zipper and with a single pull the skirt slithered down her legs to expose the wisp of cloth she called panties. The silk and lace material hung low on her hips and showed not even a hint of her pubic hair. The opaque panel at the front didn’t even show a shadow. He growled and looked into her eyes.
“I’ll buy you several sets.” He hooked a finger into one side of her underwear and pulled.
“Wait, Joe, no! These are new, I haven’t—”
He didn’t even pause as he yanked. The renting of fabric ripped through the air. He repeated the action with the other side and let the scrap of frivolity fall to the floor. Now she only stood in her corset, bra, thigh-high stockings, and shoes.
“Keep your arms up over your head, understand?” He waited for her answer.
She glared at him but nodded.
Nervousness made her body shake. He breathed in her fear as well as her need. He dropped down to a crouch, slipped his hands between her legs and pushed them apart until her could see the wetness staining her inner thighs clearly. Her feminine honey glistened in the low light. He moved his face forward and inhaled before he buried his head between her thighs and lapped up her cream. With slow, deliberate licks, he teased her as her musky flavor rolled over his taste buds.
He reached up and pushed inside the opening in her corset to cup one breast. With strong, sure pulls and squeezes he kneaded the full globe as he traced his tongue along her inner thigh. Her fear turned to arousal. Magic and desire spiced the air even more. He raked his fangs down the inside of her leg. She squeaked out in shock and her leg shook. With a chuckle, he continued his ministrations.
“Vampires love to mark what’s theirs. Are you mine, Bridget?” He gazed up her body, then lifted one leg over his shoulder and brought his lips within a hair’s breadth of her damp slit. “Well?” he placed a soft kiss on one side of her sex, then the other side. “Are you?” He blew on the ruddy flesh.
Her legs shook and she groaned.
“Are you?” he demanded.
He flicked out his tongue, dragging it along the seam to the entrance. She rocked her hips against his mouth. He pulled away and clucked his tongue. He refused to give her more traction. He was in control here.
“Let me be clear here. Tonight the only vocabulary you know will be my name and any answers I need from you. The only words on your lips better be ‘please’ followed by name and the filthiest things your heart desires, things only I can give. And when you think you won’t be able to take it anymore, when you can’t move, think, or feel anything but me, I’ll show you so much more—more than you could’ve dreamed of. Now. Are…you…mine?”
He punctuated his question by parting her pussy lips to expose her clit. He took the bud between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. With flicks and taps, he drove her further on, hoping to break her control.
She let out a mewling sound as she tried to ride his mouth. He released the sensitive bundle of nerves and nibbled his way down her sex to her dripping entrance. He lapped at her moisture, following the trickle down to her inner thigh.
“Yours.”
The single word said in a low husky tone enflamed him further, pushing his control to the limit. A howl rolled around his head. The beast bayed for blood and his control snapped. Unable to stop himself, he opened his mouth wide and bit down on her inner thigh. She screamed and her fear spiced the air with a sharp tang that sent his senses reeling. Her heartbeat in his ears sped up until it crowded out the blood monster’s screams for more.
Sweet, metallic, salty blood rushed over his taste buds and he groaned. Liquid life. Magic danced on his tongue, setting off sparks that only enticed him to take more. He drank deeply until the blood ran over his lips and slipped over his chin. The searing hot liquid enhanced his need. His cock throbbed in time with their pulses.
“Joe, please.” Bridget thrashed above him.
He looked up her body to find she was exactly as he’d left her—arms over her head. Her head rolled from side to side as desire contorted her features into a mask of unadulterated passion. Her musk became more pungent, hanging in the air like a mist. Each pull of air into his lungs brought her taste. Hunger scratched along his veins and around his stomach.
He drank until he felt lightheaded. A buzz lit him from the inside. He’d had blood before, but this was totally different. He craved more. So much more. The urge to mark her, claim her as his destined blood mate took over. He disengaged from the wound and lapped at it until the flow of life stopped.
“More.” Her knees shook and her voice quivered, but she remained standing. Her heart tried to pump more blood through her body than it had.
For a moment, he flirted with the notion of giving her a taste of his own blood to increase her strength, but clarity hit him square in the chest. He was overcome by the enormity of the gift she was giving him and the trust she’d put in him.
“Joe, please?” She gazed down at him with a question in her eyes.
“Yes, love.” He knew what she wanted of him. He buried his face in her sex and proceeded to lap and nip at her clit until she came with a cry. He continued to worry and tease the button as he slipped first one finger, and then a second into her sopping channel. He pumped the digits in and out of her tight sheath, pushing her toward another orgasm.
Her demands for more were music to his ears as he pushed her closer to the precipice. And when she finally fell over it, he was right there with her. He pulled his face away from her slick labia and bit her inner thigh, drinking of her again, this time only taking small sips.
She came again, with a scream. Her body shook over him and her vaginal walls rippled and clenched around the invasion. His name was at first a prayer and then a curse on her lips as she tried to pull away from his thrusting extremities. He withdrew his fingers and lapped at the wound in her thigh before licking his cream-drenched digits clean.
“Just the beginning.” He pressed butterfly kisses over her sweat-misted flesh, moving up her body until he reached her mouth.
He took possession of her lips once more, slipping his tongue into her mouth to twist and tease her tongue with his own. He withdrew his head and placed soft kisses over her face before brushing away tendrils of hair that stuck to her temple and cheek.
“Beautiful. You are so gorgeous in the afterglow. As I knew you would be. But I’m not done with you. Not yet.” He brought her hands down and slipped the straps of her corset down her arms. The fabric slithered off her, falling to the floor. He watched her face as he undid the front clasp of her bra and tugged that down her arms too.
He took in the sight of her topless, now in only her stockings and heels.
“Such an enticing sight. How I resisted you for this long I don’t know.” He bent his head down and traced her chest with open-mouthed kisses. Needing to know the weight of the globes, he cupped them. They overflowed his palms. The tips were tight and dark, begging for his ministrations. With a groan, he took one tip into his mouth and tugged on it, pulling the flesh further into the moist cavern with firm tugs, releasing it only when he couldn’t take any more.
“Shit, Joe,” she moaned.
She tugged on his hair in hard pulls that would have brought tears of pain to the eyes of any other man. It only enhanced Joe’s arousal. He reached down, and with his free hand, he fondled and traced his erection through the denim of his jeans, working the length, ignoring the roughness of the material against such sensitive flesh. He gave himself another squeeze before returning to her sex.
He ran his fingers along her plump, wet labia, down one side and up the other, before pushing inside of her once more. With firm, short thrusts, he brought her back to edge, only backing off when she was close to coming once more.
“Mine?”
“Yours,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
He grin
ned, releasing her breast, and withdrew his hand from her slit to undo his belt and fly. He shoved his jeans down. Much as he wanted to be fully naked with her, the need to complete the claiming drove him.
“Are you with anyone else?” The idea of her on intimate terms with someone else made his blood beast roar in disapproval. He could bite her, sip her blood, and tell everyone she was his. But that wouldn’t be true, not unless she said it herself.
“No one in a long time. I’m clean and I’m on the pill.” She met his gaze, stare unwavering. “Fuck. Me.”
He nearly let out a cry of victory, but shoved that urge deep down. Instead, he nodded his head and pushed down his pants until his cock was released. She spread her legs further apart and he crouched down.
“Keep your arms up,” he ordered. “Don’t move them until I tell you.”
She gave him a small nod and he reached down to place her leg over his hip. He picked her up with little effort. She gasped and her heartbeat sped up until all he could hear was the staccato beat. He drove his hips up. His cockhead pushed past the tight ring of muscle outside of her vagina to slip inside of her.
She gazed at him in wonder. Tears glittered in her eyes. Vulnerability shone on her face, exposing her worries and fears to him in a flash.
She hadn’t thought he could handle her weight. All he could do was smile at her and touch his forehead to hers. “Vampire, remember.”
She gave him a shaky chuckle. “Can I—?”
“Put your arms around my neck and hold on.” He pressed his body against hers using the wall to help hold her up.
She clutched his shoulder and lifted her leg to wrap it around his hip. One hand slipped upward and her fingers wove through his hair, gripping it by the handful. He withdrew and pushed up again, setting a slow tempo, only speeding up once he felt she trusted him enough. He took her lips and shifted his hold to slip his hands under her buttocks. Bracing a knee against the wall, he drove into her over and over, increasing his pace. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs, the sharp edge of pain welded together with the passion. With each push of his hips, her diamond-hard nipples scraped against his chest.
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