by Kim Loraine
An involuntary moan escapes me. “Oh, shit, Devin. Stop touching me.” I lean in, the feel of his fingers as they dig in at the small of my back sends ripples of sensation straight to my clit. “Or never stop. Your hands feel so good.”
I’m shameless as I press against him, my hands tugging at his shirt, searching for skin and muscles, and … Devin. Then he licks me. His tongue slides over the line of my neck, and he inhales. I want to pull his dick free and ride him like a bronco right here in the middle of the sidewalk.
He sighs, but not in a way that makes me think of arousal. This sounds like the sigh a parent might give a child who’d just made a terrible decision. “You’ve fed from someone.” There’s a serious edge to his voice. He’s not happy I sank my fangs into some random guy, and I can’t say I don’t like knowing he’s jealous.
“A girl’s got to eat.”
“You can feed from me.” Shaking my head, I move to push away, but he pulls me tighter. “No, Angel. Your dinner for the night was laced with ecstasy. You’re high as a fucking kite. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
Ecstasy. Huh, if I’d known this was how awesome I’d feel, maybe I wouldn’t have been so against drugs. Then again, I probably would have ended up dead in a ditch somewhere. Shrugging, I giggle again. Instead, I ended up a vampire. And now I remember why I hate Devin.
Shoving at his chest, I try to get away, but the bastard holds me tight. “Let go of me.” He only pulls me closer. I can feel his erection pressing into my belly, and damn it, my core clenches.
“You’re coming home with me.”
“No.” Stamping my foot, I try to break free, using every ounce of my strength and all my martial arts knowledge. Unfortunately, mind-altering substances and coordination do not go hand in hand. Eventually, I go for the classic head butt. Rearing back, I slam my head forward, but Devin moves his body just enough, and I end up slamming into his shoulder, sending blinding pain up my nose and making my knees give. Stunned and dazed, I try to break through the haze of pain, but I’m airborne, head hanging behind him with my ass in the air as he tosses me over his shoulder.
“I said you’re coming with me. Now shut your mouth before I have to gag you.”
Giving in, I let him cart me away. His fingers keep grazing my inner thigh as he adjusts his grip on me, and I don’t want the feeling to stop. I want to let him make me come again and again. We can do that if I go with him.
I can always leave again tomorrow.
Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to handle Willow right now? She’s horny. Unbelievably turned on, and all I want to do is screw her until the high wears off. But then she’d probably stake me for taking advantage of her. Staring at her as she strips naked in my bedroom, I have to fight the urge to throw her on the mattress and bury my face in the sweetness between her thighs.
“Devin, I need you to either fuck me or leave me alone. Pick one.” Oh, sweet Jesus, she’s crawling up my bed, spreading her legs and sliding her fingers down … down … down. My cock threatens to punch through my leathers and drag me over to her.
Raking my hands through my hair, I grit my teeth and close my eyes. I can’t keep looking at her. Then she moans, a long, low, breathy sound, and I know I’m fighting a losing battle. Shucking my clothes in mere seconds, I cross the room and stand over her as she pleasures herself.
“No one can make you feel as good as I do, Willow.” My voice holds a note of desperation. I need her to understand what her leaving me has done. A chasm has opened between us. “Not even you can make yourself feel what I can.”
Her gaze connects with mine, desire burning in the green depths, but her Watcher isn’t present. Must be the drugs in her system, suppressing the angel’s power. “You’re all talk and no action.”
“Are you wet?”
She nods and slips a finger deep inside her pussy, then brings the digit up to my lips. I suck, rolling my tongue across her fingertip and making her gasp. Her hips buck, and those rosy nipples pebble. “Oh God. Why is everything so intense?”
“It’s the E. Not long now, though. The effects should start wearing off soon. Your body won’t hold on to it like a human’s does.”
Sitting up, she grips my rock-hard cock, pumping as she licks her lips. “Then you’d better get things going. This feels too good to waste.”
Before I can answer, her lips are around my crown, tongue rolling over the sensitive flesh, sending shock waves down my length. As much as I want her to continue, this isn’t going to ease her need. But, I let her suck me just a little longer, because I’m a selfish asshole. When her teeth scrape along the head of my cock, I shiver and pull away.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, you need relief. Lie back and let me make you scream.”
She’s so worked up, her gaze might set me on fire if I let her stare at me for too long. Pressing my hand to her chest, I push her backward, loving the way her russet hair tumbles across my sheets. I drop to my knees beside the bed, take her legs in my hands, and pull her toward me until her pussy is a breath away from my mouth. Hitching her legs over my shoulders, I run my lips across her inner thigh, relishing the shudder that courses through her body.
“Tell me you want me, Angel.”
Watching her face from my place between her thighs, I grin as she squirms. She grits her teeth, but her eyes roll back in her head when I bring my lips closer to the swollen bundle of nerves I know needs attention.
“Say it.”
I can’t help but laugh when she tries to move forward, to get my mouth to connect with her pussy.
“God damn you, Devin.”
“Close enough.” I lick once, and she screams her pleasure.
Before long, her hands are tugging at my hair as I suck her clit and make her come over and over. My fingers delve into her tight body, and I wish it was my cock. But I know better. This is what she needs, and it’s what I’ll give her. I’m not getting inside her again until she’s in her right mind, and has admitted she loves me. That might make me sound like a girl, but I don’t fucking care. I gave her everything I had, and she destroyed me.
The saddest part is, she probably will again, and I’m helpless to stop her.
I’m naked. Why the fuck am I naked? As my eyes adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings, one thing is very clear. I have no clue where I am, but Devin is in bed with me. Naked. And hard. Instinctively, I reach behind me and slide my hand over his thick length. He groans and snuggles closer, burying his face in my hair as he palms my breast. His lips ghost over my shoulder and up my neck, soft kisses that speak of so much more than sex. And my heart breaks to pieces.
I left him because I love him, but the stubborn ass won’t let me go. He kidnapped me and took me to his … lair? I can’t be with him, but here I am, naked and ready to let him own me—again.
Maybe I could have him just once more?
Swiveling my hips, I grind my ass against his cock and shiver at his sharp intake of breath. I’m slick from wanting him. Without a word, I shift and line him up against my core. He thrusts with a pained sigh leaving his lips, pressing the wide head of his cock inside me. But just as quickly as it began, he’s gone, leaving my body aflame and my heart racing.
“No, Willow.”
Anger burns in my blood. “So that’s how it’s going to be?” I can’t keep the disdain from my voice. “You change my life forever, ruin my soul, and now you won’t let me have the one thing that makes me forget?”
I won’t turn to face him. If I look into his eyes and see the hurt I know I’ve caused, I’ll bend, maybe even break.
“I’m sorry.” It’s just a pained whisper, breathed across my bare back.
Sitting up, I search for my clothes, needing to get away from him. What the fuck happened last night? My pants are across the room, bra tossed across the understated wingback chair in the corner, and … where the hell is my shirt? Rolling my gaze upward, feeling my cheeks heat as I realize my shirt is hanging from the ceiling fan. And I can’t
find my panties.
Sliding my jeans over my hips, I snag my top and bra before covering myself. “What are you staring at?” I snap.
He sits on the side of the bed, hands gripping his knees, knuckles white. Standing without saying anything, he crosses the room to the dresser, and I get a full view of his toned ass. Lust comes roaring back with a vengeance, but I’m able to control the wash of desire. I should leave now, while he’s stepping into a pair of pants, but I don’t, and when he turns to face me, my gaze rakes over his body. I can’t help but look into those icy blues. Just like that, I’m crushed. I want to go to him, hold him tight and kiss away all the hurtful things I said.
But Sariel’s warning rings in my ears. No. I can’t do this to him. I can’t be with him. If I can keep hold of my hatred a little longer, maybe I can convince him I’m not worth him throwing away his soul. But here he is, chipping at the thin wall I put up.
“Where are my panties?”
He stands, leaning against the dresser with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. All he does is stare. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, doesn’t react.
“Dammit, Devin. Where are they?”
Shrugging, he strides silently out of the room.
“Fucking asshole,” I mutter.
“I heard that.”
Sighing, I shake my head. Of course, now he speaks. Being here with him, I can almost forget that I’m a vampire. Everything feels so normal because he’s the same as me. But I’m reminded the moment I head for the front door and end up moving so fast I can’t stop myself from crashing into his chest. He’s faster … of course.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Hands on my hips, I size him up. I could take him. I’ve brought him to the floor twice before, and that was when I was human. My knee is feeling a little twitchy, like it needs another date with his balls.
“I’m leaving. I told you. I hate you. I don’t want to be with you. Leave me the fuck alone.”
Lies, lies, lies.
“You can’t leave.”
Now I’m just pissed on principle. “Yeah, I can. Watch me.”
Sliding my hands across his chest and up into his hair, I pull him close enough to wedge my foot between his legs. He licks his lips before allowing himself to lean in a little closer. And then I strike. My knee should connect soundly with his crotch. Instead, he spins me around, knocking me off-balance and to the floor. As I fall, I grab him and bring his big body down on top of mine.
“You got me once, but I can assure you, Angel, that’s never going to happen again. You don’t even know how to hunt without getting drugged.” His eyes blaze with fury and determination. “You are mine. So stop fighting me.”
I hate that the possessiveness radiating from him turns me on. “I’m not yours.”
His hips pin mine to the hardwood as he cages me between his arms. “You are. I made you. You’re mine until the end of fucking time. Whether you like it or not.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like it. Get off me.” I squirm under him, achieving the opposite effect and just wedging myself further under his hold.
“Do you even remember what happened to you last night?”
Not really. But I don’t want him to know that. “Yes.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Really? So, you remember feeding on some asshole who was high? You remember nearly stripping me in the street and fucking me for the world to see?”
Shit, really? “Yes.”
A smirk turns up one corner of his mouth. “Then you must remember my mouth on you, yours on my cock, and the things you told me as I was making you come.”
I suck in a sharp breath. Oh no. What had I told him? There’s so much I could have said that would ruin my lies. I nod, unable to speak at this point for fear of my voice not working.
“You love me. You know it. I know it. Stop trying to run.”
Damn. If I really said that, there was no way he’d let me go. Staring into his eyes, I see a flicker of worry mixed with a lot of doubt. He’s lying. Motherfucker.
“I …” I slide my hand between us until my fingers find the wiry hairs that lead from his navel to his cock. “Fucking …” Breaching his waistband, I brush his hardening dick. “Hate you.”
My fangs extend, and I release his length, grabbing his balls in a tight grip that makes him grunt and wince.
When he doesn’t move off me, I twist, but all he does is breathe in harsh gasps as the asshole works through the obvious pain. He likes it. And the feel of his hardness sliding beneath my palm sends a rush of desire through me. Then, his lips are on mine, tongue thrusting inside, and my hard grip turns gentle and sensual.
Dammit. But, I can feel my Watcher taking control even as Devin grinds his erection against my core. Breaking the kiss, he breathes heavily. “We can’t keep doing this. I want you all the time, but we’re going to kill each other if you don’t get your Watcher under control. Sariel has blocked himself off from me for now, but he’ll need to feed soon.”
“I guess there are worse ways to go.” I move to free him from his pants, but he stands and walks away. “What the hell?”
“It might surprise you, but I’m not here to be your sex toy. I don’t typically fuck people who hate me.”
I snort. “Could have fooled me.”
He turns on me, fury blazing in his bright eyes. “I’ll take care of what you need to keep you healthy, but I don’t think you understand what it does to me every time we’re together.” Heaving a sigh, he grips the back of one of the dining room chairs and stares down at the floor. “Knowing that all you want me for is to get off, that you don’t feel the same way I do, leaves me gutted every time. I don’t get to lie around and bask in the afterglow. I try to pick up the pieces of my heart so I can help you when you need me.”
God, this is hard. I hate seeing him hurt, even if it’s for his own good. I almost cross the room and wrap my arms around him. Everything in me is begging for that one simple action, but then I force myself to recall how easily he damned my soul, and how truly angry I still am.
“Yeah? Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you sent my soul to purgatory for your own selfish reasons.” Heading back to the front door, I pull it open.
His jaw clenches as he grinds his teeth together. “I can’t change it now. But, I’m trying to help you. Shut the damn door and get back over here. You’ve got too much to learn and are a fucking liability at the moment.”
“Liability? You’re kidding me, right?” My hand is still on the knob as I step over the threshold. Devin moves quickly, pulling me backward before I can stop him. He spins me away from the door even as he slams it shut. “Would you stop with the superpowers already?”
His ice-blue gaze stops me in my tracks as he moves forward. “You’re not going anywhere until we set some ground rules. I’m responsible for you. Sit down, shut up, and listen so you don’t get yourself killed.”
I’ve spent the last five nights under Devin’s watchful gaze. Five nights of pure torture because he’ll barely look at me, let alone touch me. Our days are spent safely tucked away in his bed, but even there, he refuses contact, remains fully clothed, and flinches if I brush his body with mine before we both lose our battles with the day.
My Watcher has been pushing for control, trying to catch me at a weak moment so I’ll let my guard down. Whispering fills my head, making my body heat with need every time Devin is in the room. And he knows it. He may not want to touch me, but he spends a good amount of his time thinking of ways to torment me by displaying his delicious body every chance he gets.
The object of my frustration waltzes into the room as though we haven’t been denying our need to touch for the better part of a week. He looks like a fucking dream, his hair tousled and damp from a shower, water droplets still standing on the bare skin of his chest, and an obvious bulge straining at the thin fabric of the towel wrapped around his waist.
“Do you really have to walk around
like that?” I try for disgust, but I’m pretty sure my words come out more needy than anything.
He ignores me, instead choosing to run a hand through his long locks, flexing his well-muscled chest. I don’t know how much more captivity I can take. I’m hungry, and my Watcher is too. If Devin keeps this up, I’ll attack him. Piercing blue eyes find mine as he stops in front of me, and for a second, I think he’s going to give in and touch me. A heavy sigh escapes him as he tears his gaze from me and walks into the bedroom, dropping the towel and giving me a full view of his toned ass before the door shuts.
I’m on my feet, reaching for the doorknob and ready to pounce in an instant. If he’s going to tease me, I’m going to make him suffer as well. Striding inside, I brush past his naked form without sparing him a glance. Two can play this game. I strip … slowly. Starting with the oversized shirt I borrowed from him.
“What are you doing?” My nipples tighten at the hunger in his voice.
Looking at him over my shoulder, I let the T-shirt fall to the floor and slide my pants over my hips and down my legs. My bare breasts sway with every move I make. His gaze is locked on them, sending a rush of excitement through me. Ready to deal the killing blow, I turn to the side, giving him a view of my profile as I reach up and remove the clip that was keeping my long hair up. The waves of red I know he loves to feel brush his body tumble down. Arching my back, I shake out my hair and run my fingers through the strands.
Devin lets out a pained noise, but I refuse to look his way again. If I see the love and hurt in his eyes, I’ll lose the battle and tell him how I feel.
He clears his throat. “Willow?”
Steeling myself, I start past him. “I’m taking a shower. Then … I’m going to find someone to feed on.”
A disapproving noise rumbles in his chest. “I told you, you’ll feed from me.”
“I don’t want to feed from you. I’m tired of this. Unlike you, I can fuck and feed from whoever I want.”
I swear, I can hear his teeth grinding.
