Blood Enemy: (Vampire Warrior Romance) (Kyn Book 3)

by Mina Carter

  He backed up through the doors, closing them behind him. Tessa turned, spotting a small door off the main bedroom, the corner of a cot just visible through the open doorway. A nursery. It was small but filled with everything she needed.

  Muttering a quick thanks to the court for its thoughtfulness, it took her only a few minutes to get the sleepy little boy cleaned up and settled down ready for bed. The sound of a shower emanating from somewhere beyond the main room told her Feral had already decided to attend to business.

  She couldn’t blame him. He’d taken by far the worst of it during their flight from the apartment, then her aunt’s hotel, not to mention what he’d been through to get them through the Night Plains. She wasn’t entirely sure he’d slept… at all. Tucking the baby in, she smiled a little at his gentle snores and frowned. Did vampires need to sleep?

  Trudging through the main room she almost sat down on the pristine white bed, but then she glanced down at her blood-stained clothes and thought better of it. The last thing she wanted to do was get the horrible stuff all over the clean bedding, not if they had to sleep in it.

  The water didn’t snap off, but the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to reveal Feral. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her brain fried by the sight in front of her.

  She’d seen him without a shirt, yes, and his big, heavily muscled body was a thing of beauty she’d fantasize about for many years to come. But there was seeing him with just his jeans on, and seeing him just out of a shower, with a tiny towel wrapped around those lean hips and water tracking down his skin.

  Her mouth went dry as the urge to follow those water droplets with her tongue almost overwhelmed her. Only supreme effort of will kept her where she was as he walked out of the bathroom, winking at her as though he knew the effect he had on her.

  “I was as quick as I could be. All yours.”

  “Okay. Thanks,” she murmured, beating a hasty retreat into the bathroom before she did something she’d regret. Like kiss him and try to unwrap that towel.

  Once the door was shut behind her, she didn’t waste any time and stripped. Her dirty clothes hit the floor, kicked into the corner with a grimace as she stepped under the water. The needle pressure of the water hitting her skin made her groan as she stood, head down under the spray, for long moments. The water around her feet ran dark with dirt and other, nastier things, the thought of which made her shiver and wrinkle her nose until the water ran clear.

  Reaching out, she dumped shower gel in her hands, the haunting fragrance of rose and vetiver surrounding her as she smoothed the lather over her skin. She drew in a deep breath, the scent relaxing her. How the court had known her favorite flowers, she didn’t know but it seemed to be doing it’s damnedest to make her feel welcome. Her. A pixie. It was a kindness she hadn’t expected.

  The heat and the sensual scent of the oils in the shower gel combined to relax her and unbidden, an image of the man in the next room filled her mind. Would he have dried himself off and dressed, or would he have just lain across the bed, all that wet skin on display as he waited for her?

  It was probably the first. Sure, they’d shared a hot as hell couple of kisses… but once she’d seen the beautiful fae women in the party that had rescued them from the plains, she’d known she could never hope to keep a man like Feral.

  Not that it could go anywhere. She was half pixie, yes, but she was still mortal, whereas Feral was a vampire, immortal Lord of the Night, and all that. Any relationship between them was a non-starter. Even if he was okay with her wanting the left side of the bed and lights off during sex, she was going to age and he wasn’t.

  Oh god, here I am... thinking about sex again.

  But… for now, she could dream… in here, where it was private.

  Her hands slowed, sliding over her skin to cup her breasts, feeling their feminine weight. She slicked her thumbs over her nipples, already pebbling under the sensual onslaught. One hand slid down her ribcage, heading south, over her smooth stomach.

  Aided by the soap over her skin, her fingers sank between her thighs, parting the folds of her sex in search of the sensitive nub of her clit. She drew in a ragged breath over her teeth as her fingers found their goal. A thrill of arousal shot through her as her sex-starved body responded like a flower opening in the sunlight. How long has it been since I’ve had sex? Nearly a year?

  Tessa bit her lip to contain her moans, eyes closed as her finger slid against her clit, working her body toward the shattering climax which hovered just out of reach...

  “Tessa? They brought us fancy clothes to meet this lady…” Feral called out as he opened the bathroom door a fraction. The sound of running water warned him that Tess was still in the shower so he paused, one hand on the smooth metal of the handle, clean clothes for her in the other.

  The siren’s call of female musk, the scent of a woman’s arousal...Tessa’s arousal...hit his nostrils and locked every muscle in his body into place. He should walk away and wait until she was finished. He knew he should. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. But, as soon as her scent had hit him, his cock leapt to attention, reminding him of their scorching hot, and interrupted, session on the bed in the hotel.

  Feeling guilty but unable to stop himself, Feral reached out and pushed the door, already slightly ajar, open a little further. And stopped dead, his eyes widening at the erotic scene in front of him. Tessa stood in the shower, hand between her legs and her head thrown back with a look of utter bliss on her face.

  Feral stood frozen in place, unable to move from his position at the door. His eyes were locked on the shower. Water cascaded down her glorious body, tempting his gaze to follow. She was a real woman, not a stick insect. She had curves to make a man’s mouth water, an hourglass figure with a tiny waist he just ached to slide his hands around. A woman with the sort of curves he wanted to run his hands all over and although delicate, she wasn’t fragile. He wouldn’t have to worry about breaking her if he so much as breathed in her direction without warning.

  But then, paying attention to her killer body took a backseat as his greedy gaze latched onto her hands. One cupped a full breast, tweaking and pulling on the engorged nipple, and a soft moan slipped from her throat while the other was buried between her thighs, fingers moving at a fast pace. He bit back a groan, imagining the plump, slick flesh she stroked as her feminine scent hung on the air like expensive perfume.

  Like a starving man gazing through a baker’s window, Feral watched hungrily. Her fingers picked up the pace as her other hand abandoned her breast, bracing against the glass shower door. She lifted her foot, propping it against the tiles as she opened her thighs further, baring more to his intense gaze.

  Feral bit his lip, trying to stay as silent as possible as he shifted his position to ease the raging hard-on in his pants. But the increasing moans he heard made it impossible. They weren’t loud; if the door had been closed, he wouldn’t have heard them over the shower. But the door was open, and he could hear her. And the sound of her pleasuring herself drove him to the brink of insanity.

  Then, as though she sensed him watching her, she opened her eyes and he tensed, expecting her to jump and cover herself up before ordering him from the room. But almost immediately, the surprise faded from her eyes and the sultry look returned, her fingers beginning to move again. Emboldened, he pushed the door wider, leaning in the doorway to watch.

  His breath caught in his throat at the look in her eyes. Dark and mysterious, they held a sensual promise, which stilled the heart in his chest and then set it hammering again. The scent of honeysuckle hit him... a scent he would forever identify as being uniquely her. He breathed in, drawing it over his tongue, tasting and savoring it. Like a tracker dog, he’d be able to find her anywhere now. An ability granted by his race—further enhanced if he took her blood.

  A shiver ran through his heavyset body at the thought, his fangs leaping forth in his mouth. He wanted to taste her blood, and not to feed either. He wante
d…no, he ached… to get her under him, her sweet pussy impaled by the thick length of his cock as he slid his fangs into her neck. Fucking her and drinking from her at the same time.

  The thought made him push off from the door, intent on closing the distance between them, but she shook her head, her dark eyes flashing a warning and he stopped in his tracks. The message was clear. She was in charge here.

  CHAPTER 8

  T essa couldn’t believe she was doing this. Standing in the shower, naked and pleasuring herself in front of a guy. Not just any guy, but the hottest guy she’d ever met, no matter what species.

  Leaning against the tiled wall, she spread her thighs a little more, reveling in the flash of dark heat in his eyes. God, was she really doing this… Or was this some sensual spell cast by the kyn. Vampires could do things like that, couldn’t they?

  As she watched him, though, her fingers sliding and circling her clit again, she knew it wasn’t a spell. Feral didn’t have the sensual aura she’d always associated with vampires from books and films. He oozed danger instead, right from the top of his shaved head to the bottoms of his booted feet. The sort of guy someone wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. Except Tessa did… he had that bad boy aura she’d always found attractive.

  She held his gaze, his never leaving hers. Lifting the hand from her breast, she slid one finger into her mouth, sliding it slowly between her lips. His nostrils flared as she suckled on it for a moment, hollowing her cheeks. She slid the finger in and out of her mouth suggestively, the fantasy getting to her as well.

  Giving a guy a blowjob was one of her favorite things to do. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second as she imagined stepping out of the shower and strutting over to him…opening his pants and taking the hard erection she could see straining the fabric of his jeans into her hands, into her mouth.

  Tessa shivered, the idea pushing her closer to the edge. If he could hear her thoughts, she didn’t think she’d be alone in the shower for long. Almost as though her thought had triggered him into action, he took a step forward. She shook her head, pulling her finger out of her mouth—her look warning him if he did anything before she said—until she was ready, the game was over.

  He stopped instantly, getting the message and settling back into his former position. Tessa nodded approval, her hand trailing downward. Her thumb traced along her delicate collarbone before one finger slid along the curve of her breast, her eyes on him the entire time.

  He obviously liked what she was doing, his attention riveted on the path of her fingers, expression eager. She smiled and gave him what she knew he was waiting for, rolling her nipple in her fingers, the wet pads creating a delicious friction.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head at the dual assaults of her fingers on her sensitized nipple and circling her clit. The hard ache between her thighs increased. Just a little more, a little further... She closed her eyes, unable to look at him. She’d go up in flames if he kept looking at her with that dark, intense gaze.

  Her back against the cool tile, the warm water cascaded over her, stinging her sensitive breasts and making her catch her breath. Her circling finger drove the tension in her petite frame higher, her heart hammering as she got closer to the end.

  Through it all, she could feel his dark eyes on her, devouring everything. Every move she made. Watching her make herself come.

  She cried out as the tension reached breaking point. Her body stiffened as her finger swept over her clit one last time, sending her over the edge. Intense pleasure poured through her, spiraling outward from her core in delicious waves. She bit her lip as her fingers moved again, prolonging the pleasure for a moment.

  The door to the shower was yanked open, Feral’s big body crowding in with her before the shivers of pleasure from her climax had fled her. She barely got a gasp out before he pinned her against the cool tile of the wall and his mouth crashed down over hers.

  A whimper escaped her as his tongue parted her lips and drove within, a hard kiss that sent the heat in her blood from simmer to inferno within a heartbeat. He pressed against her urgently, his jeans gone and the thick, hard length of his cock pressed against her soft belly.

  He broke the kiss to mutter against her lips. “The next one’s mine.”

  Before she could ask what he meant, his hand had replaced hers between her legs. She gasped as strong fingers stroked through the wet folds of her pussy, collecting the slick wetness of her arousal. He smoothed it up, over her clit and she clung to his heavily muscled upper arms as he rubbed and stroked.

  His lips found hers again, his kiss firm and demanding as he teased her body with clever fingers. She gasped, moaning as she moved against him and riding his hand as his touch sent spirals of sensation through her body. Even though she’d just come, the familiar tension coiled in her body, holding her in thrall as it settled deep in her loins.

  “That’s it, love,” he murmured against her lips. “I want you to come for me. I want to watch you as you do.”

  Sliding his hand down, he abandoned her clit to thrust a finger deep within her. She cried out, her body clenched tightly around the invading finger, and then moaned as he pumped his hand. Slowly finger-fucking her, he pressed his thumb to her clit, the callus on the pad making her squirm as she rocked her hips. Adding a second finger, he scissored them, stretching her gently.

  “God, Tessa, you’re so tight. You’ll feel amazing around my cock.”

  “Yes… please. Feral, please…” she moaned, the words tumbling from her tongue as she pressed against him. She needed this, needed him, needed to come more than she needed to breathe.

  “I got you.” He wrapped a big arm around her waist, holding her to him as he upped the pace of his hand. She let him take her weight, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms indescribable. Unable to concentrate on anything but the attentions of his clever fingers, she leaned her head back against the wall. Tension rose, tightening to breaking point, and then she was there.

  A low moan broke from her lips, her climax shattering over and through her with the force of a tidal wave. She came long and hard, in waves of pleasure that stole her breath. Through it all, he kept his fingers moving, his thumb hard against her clit as she panted and dug her nails into his back.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips already covering hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth in a hard claiming kiss. She opened for him instantly, surrendering utterly.

  A growl rumbled from the center of his chest as he kissed her. Pulling his fingers free of her body, he gathered her up into his arms and stepped from the cubicle. Gasping, she clung to his shoulders, about to admonish him for picking her up, but no hint of strain showed on his face. Nor was there any tension in his body as he strode naked from the bathroom. Suddenly shy, she tucked her face against his neck as he crossed to the bed. Shivers chased over her wet skin as the cooler air of the bedroom hit her.

  Planting a knee in the middle of the bed, he placed her down far more gently than his big frame and harsh looks would have suggested and followed her down. Craving the feel of his bigger body, she reached for him.

  His big hand cupped the side of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he swept his thumb from the corner of her lips across her cheek. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

  Her body on fire, she smoothed her hands over him, reveling in the freedom to do so. Her fingers swept over the broad shoulders, explored his heavily muscled chest and swept further down onto carved cobblestone abs. His stomach tensed as her palm skimmed lower and brushed against the thick, hard length of his cock.

  Wrapping her hand around him, she tested his length and breadth, smiling at his guttural moan. He was so wide she couldn’t close her fingers around him totally. Her pussy clenched as she bit her lip in anticipation.

  “I want you,” she whispered, watching as his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. “Now. Sooner…”

  He mov
ed, sliding his arm under her neck to brace himself over her. Smoothing his free hand down her curves, he used a hard knee to part her legs so he could settle between her thighs. She let go of his cock as he moved, whimpering as it slapped against her soft stomach. He dipped his hips, and his cock slid between the lips of her pussy. Their groans mingled in the air—masculine and feminine combined.

  But he didn’t take her straight away as she’d expected him too. Instead, he rocked his hips, sliding the thick bar of his cock between her pussy lips, back and forth. The broad head rubbed against her clit, still hypersensitive from the release he’d brought her to. The sensation was nearly too much and she writhed against him, clinging to his upper arms again.

  The feeling didn’t last long, though. Within a couple of strokes, her body tingled and the heavy feeling returned between her legs. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled and she looked at him in shock.

  “How did you… I’ve never… Not so quickly.”

  He smiled, a little quirk of his lips as he bent his head to claim her mouth again in a brief, hard kiss. The merest impression of his lips on hers before he pulled back again to look down at her. “I’m kyn,” he said, as if that explained it all.

  Before she could slap his arm and tell him off for his arrogance, he moved and the thick, broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her body. All thoughts fled as her eyes widened. He was big, she knew that from having her hand wrapped around him, but knowing that and feeling all that hot, hardness pressed up and pushing against her pussy was a completely different matter.

  “Shhh,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. It’ll be good.”

  As he spoke, the edge of his fang scraped the soft skin of her throat and she jumped. But, far from the fear she’d always thought she’d feel at having a vampire’s fangs so close to her neck, instead her body flooded with arousal. A craving for him that seemed to go all the way down to her soul itself.