by Tina Folsom
He couldn’t remember when he had last joked with a woman, but with Delilah, everything seemed so easy. She didn’t take herself too seriously; it made it almost easy to forget what he was. She treated him like a normal man. Of course she would. She had no idea what he was. It didn’t matter, not tonight. Tonight he’d take her to his bed, and he would be just a man, a man who wanted her. He would forget that he was a vampire.
FIVE
Ilona threw her shoulders back and sailed out of the theater. She’d lost interest in staying for the second act. Could anybody blame her? She hadn’t seen Samson since the breakup. And to see him after such a long time in the company of a human threw even her for a loop—especially since she’d heard that he was suffering from erectile dysfunction. So what was he doing out with a human woman? Like a mere mortal could ever satisfy a man like Samson. What a ridiculous notion!
Ilona was friendly with Dr. Drake’s receptionist and therefore knew about Samson’s sessions with the shrink. Not that she cared if he could get it up or not; she certainly had no interest in him anymore, particularly since it was clear that he would never blood-bond with her.
She shot past a waiting couple who’d waived down a taxi, and ripped the passenger door open.
“Excuse us, but—” Ilona ignored the man’s protest and snarled at him. She felt better when he flinched and pulled back.
She let herself fall into the backseat and, without thinking, she gave the taxi driver an address as she slammed the door shut.
Only when she leaned back into the seat, did she realize that the address she’d given him was not hers. She sighed. Maybe it was better not to go home, considering the mood she was in. Her subconscious seemed to know what she needed anyway.
Distraction.
Less than ten minutes later, she stood at the door of the apartment, having been buzzed up to the top floor. She barely had time to straighten her dress when the door opened.
Amaury gave her a once-over. As always, he looked sexy as the devil, which was exactly what she needed tonight.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” he drawled.
She walked straight past him into the open-plan living area. “I never knew you to be one for clichés.”
Amaury shrugged his shoulders and let the door fall shut. “Things change. But I see you haven’t.” No. She was still as gorgeous and as coldhearted as ever. Some things never changed.
He watched her as she leaned against the bar. “How have you been, Amaury?”
Raising his eyebrow, he didn’t bother answering her question. “What do you want, Ilona? Did you break your vibrator? Or why else would you be here?”
She pursed her lips. “Are you always this crude?”
“Only with you, darling, ‘cause that’s how you like it, don’t you?”
“And?” She paused. “Are you planning to deliver?”
Amaury looked at his wristwatch. “I have an hour to kill. It’s an option.” He could do with some sex. He could always do with sex.
“If you only have an hour, we’d better not waste time by chatting as if we were old friends.” She parted her lips, allowing her tongue to dart out. She licked her lower lip, and he followed her gaze as it dropped to his groin.
Amaury knew what she saw: a vampire ready for some action between the sheets. He was always ready. Merely talking about sex could get him aroused. It was both a gift and a curse.
It wouldn’t be the first time he bedded Ilona and probably not the last one either. She had a great body, and she liked her loving rough. Rough worked for him. Especially with a woman like her.
“Why tonight?” He wasn’t ready to let her have her way yet. The longer he’d stall her, the more randy she would get. And a randy Ilona promised a great fuck.
“What do you care? I’m here, aren’t I?”
He could tell she was hiding something, pretending this was like any evening for her, but he sensed her frustration. Deep down. Something had ruffled her feathers. That’s why she needed him: she needed the tension released. He knew just how.
Amaury took several steps toward her, stopping inches from her. “What are you wearing underneath this frock?”
“Nothing.”
Just like he’d told her after their first sexual encounter. He let out an appreciative grunt. He preferred his women to come prepared. No use wasting time by dealing with pesky underwear. He never wore any himself.
“Since we both know that you don’t like sucking cock, let’s just get to the main event, shall we?”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Instead he hauled her over his shoulder and carried her to the couch. She didn’t show any rejection to his treatment, and he didn’t expect any. He dropped her facedown onto the soft, cream cushions.
Amaury let himself fall onto it right after her and pinned her underneath him. He ground his loins into her, pressing his erection into her thigh.
“Missed my cock, did you?”
“Arrogant bastard,” she hissed and tried to push him off.
He grabbed her wrists and let her struggle for a while. “Yet you keep coming back. I guess there’s something you want from me. And we both know it sure isn’t my charm—which only leaves my cock.”
He knew it was all a game for her, pretending she didn’t really want this. But the scent of her arousal betrayed her. He absorbed her smell, making it obvious to her what he was doing.
“How rough would you like it this time?” He did not allow her to avoid his gaze. She’d have to tell him what she wanted, and then he’d decide whether he’d give it to her or not. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t. It depended on his mood.
Ilona pressed her lips together, and he couldn’t suppress a grin. As always, she wasn’t prepared to ask for it. Just as well.
“I guess I have my answer then. Maybe a slap on your ass will loosen your tongue.”
An interested flicker animated her eyes.
Exactly as he’d suspected.
“You savage!” Ilona’s voice didn’t carry enough anger for him to even consider it a protest. More of an invitation, actually. Not that he needed one.
A second later, he rolled to the side and flipped her onto her stomach. Holding her wrists with one hand, he used his other one to lift up her dress.
“Let’s see if you lied to me, or if you’re truly wearing nothing underneath. You know how I can get when somebody lies to me.” Too many lies, and they would unleash a beast within him.
A hitched breath was the answer. And then a comment. “I know.”
Provocative.
Amaury knew instantly what he would find underneath the green silk of her evening gown. So he readied himself to deliver her punishment.
His hand pushed up the fabric, up over her knees, her thighs. He stopped for a second when he reached her round cheeks. As he pushed the fabric over her ass and let it bunch at her waist, he took in the sight. Creamy, delicate skin. Pale.
Almost naked, but not quite. Wearing a thong qualified as a lie.
Slowly he stroked a hand over her ass. His finger hooked under the string and lifted it. A moment later he let it snap back onto her skin. He tsked.
An expectant sigh came from Ilona. “Oops, forgot I was wearing that.”
Another lie.
She wanted it badly. And he’d deliver. He wasn’t one to disappoint a woman in bed. And besides, he’d just gotten in the mood for something bad.
His hand lifted from the smooth skin of her buttocks.
“No more lies tonight.” His order was followed by his palm connecting with the right cheek of her ass in a short but stinging slap.
She moaned into the cushion as he gave her a second’s reprieve before he delivered the next slap onto the other cheek. His palm prints only showed for a few moments then disappeared. On a human woman they would have remained longer, not on the vampire female beneath him.
He nudged her legs apart with his knee. When she didn’t comply quickly enough, he paddled her ass once more. Left and right.
Again. Instantly her thighs spread, but the thong obstructed the clear view of her pussy. It had to go. After all, he was a visual type of guy.
“No more thongs.” He ripped the piece off her, discarding it on the floor.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice colored with the arousal his senses were already bathing in.
He lowered his hand and slid it between her thighs, drenching his fingers in her cream. She jerked when his hand found her clit and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
But he only let her enjoy it for a second, before his finger dove into her slit. The motion almost lifted her off the sofa.
“You need it bad,” he commented.
“Yes, real bad.” She sounded breathless.
“I’ve got just the thing for you.” A pretty big thing.
Vampire speed was a good skill to have when wanting to free one’s cock quickly. This was the moment when it definitely came in handy. His erection jutted out proudly as soon as he’d lowered the zipper. He didn’t bother taking his pants off completely.
He knew he was big, larger than the average vampire. Many women wouldn’t be able to accommodate him immediately, but Ilona had been fucked sufficiently by countless men; she was well used to an extra-large helping of cock. And he was ready to dole out her serving. Inch by iron-hard inch.
Centering himself behind her, he grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged into her heat. Slick, hot, and wet, she welcomed him. He moved in and out of her, taking her moans for what they were: encouragement.
“Harder!” she screamed, sounding angry.
“Don’t you give me orders,” he bit out and thrust deeper, then followed it up with a slap on her ass. And another one. He was in the driver’s seat, and he’d make it clear to her.
“Oh God, yes!”
Amaury grinned devilishly. He knew exactly what she needed. And what he wanted.
“I think you need your ass fucked, so you know who’s in charge in my bed.” A warning he was willing to turn into reality.
He felt the muscles of her sheath tighten. No, he wouldn’t let her come, not yet. He pulled out instantly and held her still.
“Damn it, you bastard! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Fuck me, now!” She was like hell on a runaway train, scratching and clawing at him.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. On my terms.” But her well-used pussy wasn’t enough for him.
He dipped his finger into her slick heat and coated it with her cream. As he slipped it out, he ran it up the crack of her ass until he found her other hole. She went completely still. His finger rimmed the puckered hole, moistening it with her juices.
Within seconds she relaxed, and he felt her arch upwards and push herself against his finger, tempting him to enter. He didn’t need any coaxing. His finger drove into her narrow sheath, her muscles securing him tightly.
Letting go of her hip, he reached underneath the couch, recovering the jar of lubricant he kept there for events like this and dug his fingers into it. Smoothing a generous amount over her hole and working it into her with his fingers, was almost as pleasurable as fucking her.
But not quite.
Already now she was panting heavily, moaning every time his fingers moved in and out. Two fingers now, preparing her for his massive cock, stretching her.
“Tell me now, or I’m going to leave you hanging. Tell me what you want.”
A moment’s hesitation. He didn’t expect any less. Then, “I came to have my ass fucked. You’re happy now?”
Happy? Amaury was never happy. Satisfied? Yes. Satisfied, he could do that. And he’d be well satisfied in a few minutes.
“Then you’ve come to the right place.”
He eased out his fingers and placed his cock at her dark passage, nudging forward. The tight ring guarding her entrance relaxed, and the lubricant allowed him to slide in. Just an inch. Then another one.
Ilona’s moan turned into a scream. “Yes!”
And then he thrust past the entrance, deep into her, feeling the tight muscles clench around him as securely as if she’d grabbed him with her fist. Amaury knew she didn’t feel any pain as he sensed only her pleasure. Good. In either case, he wouldn’t have pulled out. Not now. Not when her muscles delivered just the pressure he craved. It would be a short fuck, but a damn good one.
He pulled back, then plunged deep. And again, finding the rhythm that drove him wild and promised release.
“Yeah, you like me to fuck you like that, don’t you?” he urged her to surrender. “That’s why you keep coming back. ‘Cause nobody can give it to you like that.”
“More!”
“I’ve got more. Lots more.” And he pumped harder, driving his shaft in deeper, faster. Several more frantic strokes, and he knew he would lose it. Her body was too tight, too hot. It was too much.
“You have the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked.”
His hand slipped to her pussy, finding her clit instantly. One touch, and her over-sensitized body erupted. The moment he felt her muscles spasm, he lost control and joined her in her climax.
His semen shot into her in short bursts, mimicking Ilona’s spasms. Seconds later he collapsed onto her.
“And don’t you ever try to order me around again.” Truth be told, he welcomed any excuse to spank her—it got him hornier than hell.
“As long as it gets me what I want …”
“Let’s not kid ourselves, Ilona. Neither one of us will ever get what we want.”
She huffed. “Like you have any idea what I want.”
“You are not that different from me, even if you don’t want to admit it. But if you believe that you can fill your empty heart with money, power and meaningless sex, you’re more delusional than I am. It’s not going to warm your cold heart. You can ask me. I’m an expert at it.”
He sure was. Amaury closed his eyes to the pain he remembered, then swallowed it away. Cursed to sense other people’s emotions, he was devoid of feeling love himself. Loyalty, friendship, anger, even guilt, pain and lust—he had no trouble feeling. But love? There was no place in his shriveled up heart for it.
“You’re wrong. Money and power will get me a long way to where I want to be.”
Amaury rolled off her and shrugged. “If you want to delude yourself, be my guest. It doesn’t change anything about the facts.”
She turned her face to him. “Do you really believe I give a damn about what you think?”
He let out a bear laugh. “Of course not. All you give a damn about is my cock. I’m not the one who’s delusional.”
She slapped at him, but he caught her arm without effort.
“Looks like somebody needs another spanking.” And another quick fuck.
Amaury looked at his watch. He could spare another twenty minutes before he had to do some work.
***
When the final curtain at last fell and the clapping subsided, Samson looked at his gorgeous date.
“Are you trying to cause a disturbance in the audience?” he teased her.
“Now, how would I do that?” Delilah asked innocently, her big eyes looking up at him.
“Looking at me like that is a start.” If she continued like that he’d drag her behind a curtain and take her right there.
She shook her head. “No, let’s just keep the record straight. You started it.”
“You didn’t stop me.”
“I’m just a weak woman.”
He laughed heartily, drawing the attention of several theatergoers onto him. “Oh, a woman you are. Weak, you’re definitely not. I bet you can bring any man to his knees.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I’m a living example of the power you have over men.” He moved his head much closer to hers.
“Shall we get out of here before you cause some sort of disturbance?” Her giggles were refreshing.
He laughed and pulled her out of her seat. “Where do you want to go?”
“How about we’ll just go wit
h your plans? You did have something else planned, didn’t you?”
Undressing her in the next dark corner was the plan.
“What if you don’t like what I’ve planned?” He was enjoying teasing her.
“Try me.”
As in taste? In a heartbeat.
Samson licked his lower lip. There was a hell of a lot of things he wanted to try, and tasting her was just the beginning. “I think I will. No. Scratch that. I know I will.”
With his arm around her waist, he led her to the stairway. The theater had almost emptied, and they were the last ones to walk down the broad staircase leading to one of the side exits. The sound her high heels made on the stairs echoed through the air.
They were alone. He could press her against the wall and take her right there in the stairwell. Her moans would echo through the empty space, bounce off the walls, the sound amplified. But it would be over too soon. No, he had to distract himself and get her to his house where he could keep her all night.
“Why do women torture themselves and wear high heels like that?” Samson was certain his voice was colored with pure lust.
“Because women don’t like to be short.”
He chuckled. “It’s called petite. And men like petite women. Brings out the protective instinct in them.”
She playfully punched him. His abs were rock hard. He laughed to cover up his true feelings; did she have any idea what her touch did to him, and how close his control was to snapping?
“If you want to wrestle, it can be arranged. But I have to caution you, I don’t give up easily.”
And with you, I’ll wrestle naked.
“Neither do I.”
“That should make for an interesting match.” The hot look he gave her was sure to tell her just how interesting a little naked wrestling match between them would be. And what the winner would get.
“Place your bets.”
“My money is on the girl.”
“How come?” She seemed utterly surprised at his choice.
“I know the guy’s weakness.” He winked at her.
They stepped out into the street. The stairs had led them out of a side exit into a small alley. Samson could see the main street a short distance ahead of them.
