Maybe, instead of worrying about what people might think, maybe she’d leave him with a reason to return to Oregon.
“You’re right. It was unfair of me to come.” He shook his head. “I can’t even be dishonest about it. I came here to show you why you should stay away from Wolf.”
Kimber took a few steps toward him, putting herself within touching distance. “Why should I stay away from Wolf, Anton?”
He rocked back on his heels, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. “He’s not your type.”
“And you would know this because…?”
His nostrils flared. “I think it’s best if I got the hell out of here before I do something you’ll regret.”
She took another step and placed her palm over his pounding heart. “Why don’t you let me worry about my regrets, Anton.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“I do. I’m a grown woman.” Wrapping her hands about his nape, she pulled him down so their lips were but a hairsbreadth away. “I’m giving you permission.”
“Permission?”
“To take what you and I know we both want.”
* * *
The impact of her words hit Anton like a sledge hammer to his chest. He had shown up on her doorstep with the idea of fucking any other man from her thoughts, specifically Grigore. After coming to his senses, he realized Kimber wasn’t a piece of property he could stake his claim on, or slake his need with either. If she wanted Grigore, there was truly nothing he could do about it. So Anton had convinced himself that seeing her one last time before heading out of town would at least leave a lasting impression.
What he hadn’t counted on was Kimber’s proposition.
How the hell was he now to keep her at arm’s length?
His dick hardened. One part of him certainly wanted to partake. And it was getting more and more difficult to think with the head on his shoulders, when the one in his pants was starting to do the talking.
He wasn’t built to turn down sex.
Every part of his vampire DNA warred with his desire to do the right thing and get the hell out before he did something he’d later regret. And he would. Anton couldn’t think to keep her safe from the load of shit his life had become if he gave into his baser needs. He needed to make his excuses, get on his bike, and head for Santa Barbara.
He had a job to do.
Fucking Kimber was not part of that.
As a matter of fact, giving into his dick’s desires was completely against his need to protect her. Decision made, albeit not happily, he took a few steps back. If she continued to touch him, he wouldn’t have the willpower to walk away. Anton needed to do what was right.
“I have to go, Kimber.”
Her pretty little lips rounded, making him envision them wrapped about his cock. He shook the vision from his head.
“Are you turning me down?”
Anton rubbed his nape, trying to alleviate the muscles while his gaze began to heat. Much more and his vampire self would take over. “Not exactly.”
“Then tell me? I need to understand why I get the vibe you might want this, and yet I all but throw myself at you and you turn me down.” Kimber’s expression closed. He couldn’t tell if she were hurt or pissed. “Is it the pretty, dark-skinned woman from the club?”
“India?” His brow crinkled. “Hell, no.”
“You slept with her.”
“What? No.” Anton stepped forward and gripped her chin again, forcing her to look at him. “Am I saint? No. But I have never slept with India.”
“What were the two of you doing in the backroom of the bar? Am I’m supposed to believe you were talking over drinks?”
Yes, Anton, what were the two of you doing? Not drinking … feeding. The truth would freak her out. The desire he now scented on her would no doubt turn to revulsion.
“India’s a friend. Nothing more.”
Her gaze called him a liar.
“What do I have to do to prove India is not who I want?”
Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her very tempting lower lip.
His nostrils flared. The scent of her desire kicked up, wrapping about him tighter than a moth’s cocoon.
“Show me,” she said so softly even his keen vampire hearing barely picked it up.
Damn, just like that his willpower flew out the opened window. He could no more be blamed than the moth drawn to fire. Kimber had him by the balls. Even if his common sense waged a campaign against his hunger to have her, he was no longer listening. Anton cupped the back of her head and growled. He slanted his lips over her soft, pliant ones and took what he had wanted since stepping foot back into Oregon a day and a half ago.
If he were being truthful, though, way before then.
Kimber tangled her fingers in the short hair at his nape. His longish bangs fell forward, brushing his forehead. Pushing his tongue past her lips and into the silky cavern of her mouth, the answering sound of her moan fueled his desire. She met him thrust for thrust. His dick hardened, his balls tightened, and his gums ached. For the love of all that’s holy, he was a hairsbreadth away from the monster in him unleashing. No way in hell she wouldn’t detect the large, razor-sharp fangs about to fill his mouth.
Anton stepped back, his heated gaze falling on her wide, brown eyes. “Kimber…”
“Don’t stop now, Anton. For once don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m not asking for forever, just one night. Then you can go back to your Devils.”
“I need more, Kimber.” The deep tone of his voice belied how close he was to becoming a vampire. Hell, even he was having a hard time believing he was asking for more than the one-night stand she offered. What happened to his man card? “I don’t want just a casual fuck.”
“You want… What? A relationship?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Fuck if I know.” He took in a deep breath and released it. “I can’t give you anything other than tonight, but I also can’t leave knowing you might be fucking someone else.”
Kimber worried her lower lip, trying to hide the smile itching up one corner. “Then you have no worries, Anton. It’s not like I have men knocking down my door.”
“For the life of me, I don’t understand why not.” He tipped her face so she had little choice other than to lock gazes with him. Lord, he hated what he was about to do. “Kimber, look me in the eyes and don’t look away.”
She nodded, doing as asked.
“Hear me now. You will not remember all of what you are about to see. You will feel everything, know that it is me, but my face will remain in shadows. Do you understand?”
Her answering nod and glassy gaze told him the hypnotism had taken hold. She would remember everything about the night, and all the things they were about to do. His face, though, would be indiscernible, hidden in the shadows of her mind. Any time her memories of the night returned, his face would remain hazy, like looking at him through pebbled glass.
“I need to know you’re okay with this.” Anton had to have her clear affirmation. “I won’t take what you aren’t offering, Kimber.”
“I’ve never stopped wanting you, Anton. I may not have liked you much over the past year, and the jury’s still out on that one.” Her eyes turned up with her smile. “But desiring you has never been a problem. Now how about you stop second-guessing the gift horse before I change my mind.”
Anton worked his jaw. He could feel the muscles of his face tighten as his brow became more prominent and his cheekbones set higher on his face. Fangs punched through his gums and filled his mouth. The window of opportunity to do the right thing was swiftly closing. The hard ridge in his pants wanted appeasement.
Fisting her long, silky brown hair at her nape, he tilted her face back. His obsidian gaze reflected back at him in her dilated pupils. That line they had both been dancing around was about to be crossed. Pressing his lips to hers, he drew her plump
, lower lip into his mouth, nipping the soft flesh and sampling her blood welling to the surface. She tasted sweeter than the finest of wines. Only extreme self-control kept him from sinking his fangs into her flesh and drawing more of the liquid ambrosia, knowing full well it was against club rules. Communion came from donors only, except under extreme circumstances. This wasn’t one. Especially since it wasn’t that long ago he had fed from India. Anton had thought India’s blood pleasing. Christ, her life’s fluid was like a generic version to Kimber’s, not near as delectable.
Anton deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and teasing hers into a response. It wasn’t a chaste kiss by any means. No, it was filled with carnal promise. If Kimber were smart, she’d walk away. He couldn’t give her any more than one night, for fear of the Devils or cartel using her against him. He’d have to keep anyone from finding out about the little librarian or how much she truly meant to him until the case could be put behind him. Then and only then, he’d figure out what the hell he was going to do about her.
Anton didn’t want to let her go, but he wasn’t sure she could handle the truth. Continuing to hypnotize her wasn’t an option either. Whoever he decided to share his life with had to know him for the man he was, vampire and all.
Anton couldn’t change, nor would he want to.
Kimber flattened her palm against his abdomen and slid her hand over the taut muscles, sliding past the sparse hair arrowing to his crotch and cupped his jean-clad groin. His breath caught on a growl. His mind went blank, rendering him stupid. Other than sliding his stiff cock balls-deep, he could think of little else. Damn his earlier decision to head for the living room. Her antique furniture wasn’t exactly the type of furnishing one got busy on. And if he were to allow this one night, he planned to take his fill, on every damn surface that would hold them.
Kimber deserved better.
She should be cherished.
Anton didn’t know if he was capable of offering that kind of nurturing. Tamera Cantrell came to mind. He had held her through her change, comforted her, took in her pain, but he had never fucked her. His hunger had always bordered on frenzied, and he desired Kimber more than he had any woman in his past … even Tamera. Now was not the time to analyze what he was capable of, not while Kimber stood before him, offering herself.
Gripping the hem of her tank, he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the wooden flooring. His gaze fell upon her large breasts, barely contained by a demi bra. The dusky rose areolas peeking above the lacy white fabric had him licking his lips. His mouth salivated. Her snowy white lingerie was a huge fucking turn-on. Black had always been his preferred color, but the pristine white lace had quickly become his favorite. His blood heated. His pulse pounded in his ears.
“Fuck,” he hissed, cupping the under sides of her breasts and cradling the weight.
Whoever coined the phrase more than a mouthful was a waste couldn’t be much of a breast man. Without another word, using the pads of his thumbs to slip the lace past her nipples, he lowered his head and sucked one of the hardened peaks into his mouth. Anton nipped it before soothing it with his tongue, keeping his fangs to himself.
Kimber’s fingers fisted his hair. A husky moan left her lips, fueling his hunger. Anton knew he wasn’t going to last. Hell, he had dreamed of this moment over the past year anytime he thought about returning to Oregon. Using the pad of his forefinger and thumb to roll the other nipple, he continued to suckle the taut bud. He snaked his free arm about her lower back, anchoring her.
She trembled in his hold. “Please.”
He released her breasts, placed his large hands on her tiny hips, and backed her toward the kitchen table. When her backside hit the wooden surface, he lifted her onto it. The swift rise and fall of her chest drew his gaze back to her breasts, where her white brassiere still rode beneath them. His smile turned feral.
With one brow raised, he took in her hooded gaze. “No foreplay?”
Her answering grin nearly made him chuckled. “Not that I don’t like foreplay, but right now” — her gaze dropped to his bulge — “I need to feel that inside me.”
Fuck.
Her admission had his cock ready to explode. Gripping the hem of her pencil skirt, he shoved it up her thighs to her waist, revealing a matching set of white lace, boy panties. So much more erotic in his eyes than a pair of thongs. He slipped his fingers beneath the band and eased them from her hips and down her legs, leaving her bare and perfectly groomed before him. He bit down, tasting his own blood as his fangs pierced the flesh of his lips. Kissing her at the moment was out of the question. Not until his vampire blood had dissipated and the tiny pierced wounds healed. Hell, turning her into a vampire wouldn’t be the best way to reveal their existence.
Anton slipped the button free on his jeans, having worn no briefs, and pulled his cock free, running his hand the length of it. Kimber raised her head, watching the path his hand took. Her gaze widened as his stroke increased the size of his erection, causing him to bite back a chuckle. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him, so maybe the catch in her breath was more from appreciation.
Dropping his hold, he gripped her behind the knees, slid her ass across the smooth surface of the table, and brought her forward. His bulbous head rested against her wet center. Extreme willpower kept him from pulling her farther and entering her swiftly. He grit his teeth. If she now told him no, he’d damn well finish the job himself. No way in hell he’d get his erection back into his jeans.
“Last chance, tesoro. Tell me no now and I leave.”
“And if I say yes?”
“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up.”
He loved the way her gaze twinkled in merriment. “Then it’s yes, Rogue.”
“To you, tesoro, it’s Anton.”
“Tony?”
He chuckled. “No one has called me Tony since I was a little boy. No, tesoro. I want you crying out my given name when I make you come.”
“Once?”
Damn, she was sassy. “Until you cry mercy.”
Tightening his grip on her legs, Anton pulled her forward and slid into her. Kimber’s breath hitched. Fuck, she was a tight fit. Her sheath fisted his cock. He dare not move, for fear of embarrassing himself. He had wanted this for so long, fantasized about being inside her again. The reality nearly had him coming prematurely.
Shit.
His breath sawed out of him as he waited for her body to adjust to his size. Her thighs widened and her ass slid toward him. Anton smoothed his hands up her soft supple flesh to her hips. Her long-fingered hands gripped his as she arched from the table. Her pulse beat heavily at the base of her throat, drawing his gaze. His fangs ached with the scent of her blood. He wanted, needed to sink his fangs into her skin and draw out her first orgasm. Instead, he started moving slowly, testing her readiness.
She rose up on her elbows, her gaze trained on his face as he picked up the pace. The table creaked beneath them with each forward thrust. Her moan filled the room, sending his own blood racing through his veins. He wasn’t far from his release, but he’d be damned if he would be selfish enough to take his before giving her hers. Releasing one side of her hip, he used the pad of his thumb to circle her tight nub of nerves nestled between her thighs. Her breathing quickened and again she moaned.
He slid his thumb down her slick slit to where his dick entered her and back up. As he slammed into her with more force, the slap of flesh hitting flesh filled the silent space. She arched from the table. Her knuckles whitened where she gripped the table. Her thighs trembled.
“Come for me, Kimber.”
He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth and tugged. Using the slightest scrape of his fangs, he drew forth a minute amount of blood, damn near making him break his promise to hold off until she came. His balls tightened, his dick ached.
“Now, Kimber. Christ, now!”
She tilted her head, cried out his name and her silky sheat
h tightened about him.
Sweet, Mother of God.
Her pretty little backside tilted off the table, allowing him to go deeper. Anton grit his teeth. His ass tightened, and he held his breath as his cock pulsed, ejaculating all he had to give.
Fuck, he was a goner.
How the hell was he ever to head back down the coast, knowing what he was leaving behind? Anton looked down upon the incredible gift, and she was most certainly a gift, spread before him on the oak table, bra askew and black skirt still wrapping her waist. He released the breath he had held. This woman had gotten beneath his skin, and fucking her hadn’t helped matters.
One glance at the clock told him they had a few hours before the sun rose, and damned if he didn’t plan on taking advantage of each and every one of them.
Chapter 9
Kaleb walked into the clubhouse, glad for the burst of air-conditioning. The day was unseasonably warm and humid. A storm brewed just off the coast. There was no relief in sight, according to the weather man.
Alexander and Ryder weren’t in residence, though they still had a half hour before the church meeting began. Most likely they were at K&K Motorcycles with the rest of the Sons, seeing to the day-to-day operations. He was sure they’d return at any moment. His men knew better than to be late. And those two, since they lived at the clubhouse, would have no excuse for being tardy.
Suzi and he had been out shopping for new digs, knowing soon they’d need to distance Stefan from club business. Tamera Cantrell had offered up her previous residence, the townhouse her parents owned since she and Grayson now lived at the beach house. Having just returned from speaking to the elder Cantrells, and liking the place well enough, Kaleb was thinking for now it might be the perfect arrangement.
Nothing long-term.
Kaleb liked being transient.
Suzi and Stefan had dropped him off and headed for Tamera and Grayson’s. She hadn’t seen baby Luke for a few days. Kaleb was only too glad to have her get baby time in with Grayson’s little squirt. Better that than Suzi wanting to try for Baby Tepes Two.
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