by Marilyn Lee
“And?”
Macarik shrugged. “If she really felt that way, why is she still here—given that she clearly thinks or suspects what you are? I think she’s a few kisses away from being in love with you—if she’s not already there.” The thought of Cayenne being in love with him sent an undeniable thrill of delight through him. “Given the situation with you and Shanise, do you really think you’re in a position to keep offering romantic advice? And while we’re on the subject of love, I’ll thank you to stop telling her I love her.” Macarik arched a brow. “Let’s leave Shanise out of this, Jayvyn. And if I don’t tell her you love her, who will?
Certainly not you or your brothers.”
“That’s probably because I’m not in love with her.”
“Oh, fuck it, Jayvyn! Don’t give me the usual shit about not being able to feel romantic love anymore. For as long as we’ve known each other, you’ve been existing. She gave you a reason to actually live.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re not just existing anymore. You’re living. And if that doesn’t translate into love, tell me what does.”
“If I’m not in love with Eliza—”
“You’re not, but that doesn’t follow that the same can be said for Cayenne. There’s no way in hell you’d allow Cayenne to trudge all over the world fucking any and every man with a big dick the way Eliza does.” Damn straight. “Look—”
“No. You look. If you’re not going to tell her you love her, let me. Or you’ll risk losing her to her ex who will probably have no problem filling her ears and heart with insincere I-love-yous. Will he mean it? Hell no. Will she believe it? Who the hell knows? She’s human and human women feel a pressing need to hear those words—even when they know the man doesn’t mean them.”
Although he felt his grip on his temper slipping, he couldn’t deny the truthfulness of Macarik’s words. He sighed, closed his eyes, and sprawled back against the sofa. “Say whatever the hell you like.”
“Thanks. I will.”
“One of these days, I’m going to find myself a better class of friend, you know it all bastard.”
“Don’t you wish?”
He opened his eyes and turned to look at Macarik.
They both laughed and some of his tension dissipated.
Conner walked into the room and sat on the loveseat opposite them.
“Where’s your new woman?” Jayvyn asked.
Conner narrowed his gaze. “If you’re referring to Desiree, she’s not my woman.”
“Do you want her to be?”
“How the hell would that be any of your concern, Jay?”
“I only ask because I wish you’d do me a favor and stop spending the night with her.”
“You’re driving my new car after having given yours away. I think I’ve done all the favors for you I intend to.”
“Don’t lead her on if you’re not interested.”
Conner bared his incisors. “When I want your advice, I’ll ask for it. Until then, do me a favor and mind your own damned business, Minninnewah.” He rose and stormed out of the room.
Jayvyn and Macarik exchanged looks.
“Damn,” Macarik said. “He’s a goner already.”
* * *
After the intermission, Cayenne was surprised when Conner opened the second half of the show with a sexy rendition of Kiss a la Tom Jones. Listening to him sing how a woman didn’t have to be beautiful to turn him on as he stared towards the back of the auditorium, Cayenne turned to look over her shoulder.
Desiree stood in the aisle, staring at the stage. She appeared to know Conner was singing for her alone. As he finished the song, he removed his mike, jumped off the stage, and walked down the aisle where Desiree stood.
Cayenne watched as he bent his head. This time there was no mistaking the fact that he was kissing her. “Yes!” Cayenne watched as he bent his head. This time there was no mistaking the fact that he was kissing her. “Yes!” Cayenne pumped a fist in the air and turned back to the stage as they walked out together.
Rayna walked onto the stage and she and Sebastian Stoner sang a sultry version of You Don’t Have To Be A Star. Studying their body language and the way they frequently leaned in to gaze into each other’s eyes, Cayenne wondered if they were in love or just lovers.
Next, Jayvyn and Braden Elkhorn did a duet of an old Jerry Bulter standard, He Will Break Your Heart.
Listening to the emotion in Braden’s voice, Cayenne decided he must be in love with someone who had or was about to leave him for another man. But what woman in her right mind would leave him for anyone other than Jayvyn?
Braden then did a solo of I Will Always Love You that brought tears to Cayenne’s eyes.
Jayvyn and Kristopher followed with a super sensual version of Groove Me, a song Cayenne’s father had sung to her mother. Listening to Jayvyn sing about how no one else would enter into their world and how she had become a sweet taste in his mouth evoked memories of him eating her to a blistering climax. Her cheeks burned, her pussy ached, and she longed to feel his cock inside her again.
The next two solo songs from Jayvyn increased that need. He sat on the edge of the stage just feet from her. He sang a slow, emotion-filled version of This Is My Song. Listening to him whisper without her love there was no day, she had to struggle to keep her eyes tear free.
When he sang You’re The Reason I’m Living, she felt chills. The ending words, I’d Be Lost Without You, touched her so deeply, the tears spilled down her cheeks.
For a moment, she half-expected and wanted him to hop off the stage as Conner had done. Instead, he rose and joined Braden and Kristopher to close the show with a powerful and moving version of You Light Up My Life.
The audience broke into a thunderous round of applause as the lights came back up. Cayenne wiped at her damp cheeks and sat staring at Jayvyn until he jumped off the stage.
She rushed forward.
He smiled and engulfed her in a bear hug.
As they clung to each other, he whispered to her in what she thought was Tsalagi. Then without another word, he lifted her into his arms, and carried her out of the auditorium.
Embarrassed, but thrilled, she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.
When he carried her down the corridor and ran up two flights of stairs with her in his arms without showing any signs of breathlessness, she knew what he was. And didn’t care—even though she felt a similar tension in him as she’d sensed the previous night.
This time she would attempt to keep things from getting too rough by fully sharing in the experience of having sex with a handsome vampire who made her feel both beautiful and desired above all other women.
In his suite, he sat her on her feet, and leaned against the closed door.
His blue gaze seemed to sear her skin. A quick downward glance revealed his fully erect cock, lying against his thigh.
Oh, hell. Judging by his blatant arousal, he needed a fuck big time. But the thought of him powering his hard cock into her sore pussy sent a chill through her. Although aroused, she decided intercourse was out of the question.
Of course, there were other ways for a woman to pleasure a man. Or in this case, a big, gorgeous, well-hung vampire.
She moistened her lips and forced herself to look into his eyes. “I…would you like me to…suck you?” Without a word, he swiftly stripped, leaving only his boxer-briefs on. He eased his long, thick cock through the slit in his underwear.
The sight of it, extending a delicious length in front of his body and already leaking pre-cum, sent her desire soaring into the stratosphere. “Take them off,” she whispered.
He quickly complied.
Oh, God, he had a beautiful body made for fucking. He was masculine and muscular without being muscle-bound. In fact, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His balls looked heavy and full of seed she suddenly wanted to feel blasting into her mouth. With her pussy flooding and almost shaking wi
th the need to wrap her hands and lips around his big shaft, she dropped to her knees. “I want to taste you.” She leaned forward to brush her parted lips against his nuts before she dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft. At the tip, she hesitated, recalling the many times Michael had begged her to suck his cock. The thought of taking a man’s genitals into her mouth had always repulsed her—until now.
Extending her tongue, she cupped a hand under his nuts and tentatively touched the tip of it to the big head. Her tongue encountered the pre-cum there. She closed her eyes and licked at the fluids. Surprisingly, it was tasteless.
Relieved, she gently squeezed his balls and slowly took the head of his shaft between her lips.
Keeping her eyes closed, she slowly inhaled, allowing herself to savor the taste and texture of his cock. It felt smooth but thick and heavy against her tongue and lips. The thought of it sliding into her mouth sent a jolt of panic through her. Once she started sucking him, he’d grip her head and surge forward, restricting her ability to breathe.
She couldn’t do this. She jerked back onto her heels until only the head of his shaft remained against her lips. Unable to overcome her returning fear, she looked up at him.
Instead of the anger or the determination to coerce her into compliance that she expected, he reached down to brush the back of his hand against her cheek. “It’s all right, sweet. I know you’re not ready to suck it.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t intend to get you hot and then leave you frustrated.”
“You won’t. Just kiss, lick, and nip at it and use your hands. Occasionally taking the tip of it between your lips will be enough.”
“It won’t.”
“It will. Start by licking and nibbling at my balls. Then put your lips at the base of my cock and lick it slowly while squeezing my balls.”
Taking a deep breath, she rose off her hunches to her knees. He remained still as she cupped her hands under his nuts. She laved his balls with her mouth and tongue. When she faltered, he stroked her hair and whispered encouragement and instructions in a low, brusque voice.
She obeyed. As she felt his tension growing her confidence that she could make him come without intercourse grew. With that certainty, came the willingness to take more chances. With the tip of his cock between her lips, she leaned forward, slowly pulling a few more inches of his cock into her mouth.
In response to his commands, she eagerly compressed her lips and sucked him.
“Oh…God!” He groaned. “Take a little more into your mouth and suck harder, sweet. Suck harder. I’m almost there. Suck harder.”
She reached around to grab his tight ass and sucked as hard as she could. She kept compressing her mouth and gently squeezing his nuts until he shuddered, curled his fingers in her hair, and erupted.
He earned her gratitude by easing his cock out of her mouth after the first blast. Relieved from the fear of strangling on his cum, she pressed her cheek against his groin and pumped him until he finally stopped coming. Then she turned her head and froze. Her eyes widened and she made a small, distressed sound.
He reached down to lift her to her feet. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry, Jay! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He cupped his palms over her cheeks. “I’ve never been less hurt, sweet.”
“I didn’t mean to bite you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Then why are you bleeding?”
His lids swept down. “I’m not bleeding, sweet.”
She drew away from him and stared down at his cock. There were unmistakable traces of blood on his shaft.
Oh, God. That meant some of it was in her mouth. She bit her lip. Instead of distressing her, the idea excited her.
“That’s blood on your cock.”
He hesitated before he spoke. “I know it’s blood. You didn’t bit or injure my cock in anyway.”
“Then where did the blood come from?”
“I secreted it.”
“Why—if you’re not hurt?”
He shrugged. “It’ a boring story, but I assure you I’m not hurt.” She stared at him. “I swallowed some of it. Didn’t I?”
He sighed. “It won’t hurt you. We…I don’t have the ability to transmit any sexually transmitted diseases.
You’re in no danger of catching anything from me.”
“Why? Because you’re a vampire?”
“Yes. I am.”
She sucked in a breath and stumbled back against the door. “Oh, God.” She sucked in a breath and stumbled back against the door. “Oh, God.”
“I need you not to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you, sweet.” She touched her neck.
He shook his head. “That was just a little nip to show my affection for you. If I wanted to, I could easily subvert your will and make you do what I want. But that’s not how I want you. I need you to be here because you want to be. I have no interest in hurting you.”
“But you want my blood?”
“Yes, but I don’t have any plans to take it without your permission.” She touched her neck again. “You’ve already done that.
“No! I haven’t. I broke the skin—”
“You did more than break my skin.”
“I didn’t ingest your blood.” He bent his head and kissed her neck. “And I’m not going to hurt you.” As usual, she believed him. She slipped one arm around his neck. She snaked her other hand between their bodies to cup his cock, which was still fully erect. “You’re making me want this.” He lifted his head and quickly pushed her dress up, pulled her thong down, and pressed his cock against her.
“Then give me a fuck.”
Her stomach muscles clenched and a rush of hunger filled her. “I’m still sore.” He rubbed his cock head along her pussy. “I’ll be very gentle.” She pressed her hands against his shoulders, her heart racing. “Why don’t I believe that?” He laughed and pushed his hips forward, driving the big head of his cock between her pussy lips. “You’ve taken the edge off. I won’t hurt you again. Trust me.”
She moistened her lips before easing her hips forward and sliding her pussy onto his cock. “Pussy but no blood,” she said.
He eased several more inches inside her. “They go together,” he whispered, his voice brusque.
She tilted her head away from his mouth. “Not for me.”
He lifted his head to gaze down into her eyes. “They will.”
“Maybe so, but not tonight, Jay. Please. That’s too much.”
“Not tonight,” he promised. “But I’m going to need you to give it to me soon.” Or he’d take it? As he’d taken her pussy the night before? She closed her eyes and slipped her fingers through his hair. “Kiss me like I’m the only woman in the world.”
“You are the only one worth wanting or having,” he said before he scorched her open mouth with a series of hungry, sweet kisses. Within moments, she burned for him and moaned with pleasure as he surged in and out of her pussy with a growing heat and rapidity.
Sliding her hands down his body, she curled her fingers in his ass and eagerly pushed her pussy forward to welcome his big dick ever deeper inside her.
She shuddered, feeling a tinge of pain. He would soon be hurting her again. Even with pain, this time, she clung to him and urged him on by squeezing her pussy around his cock.
In response, he groaned, lifted her right leg, and thrust in so deep, she gasped and then cried out before she came all over his cock.
Holding her hips still, he thrust in deeper and harder.
“Oh…God!” she moaned, her thighs shaking and her stomach muscles clenching so hard, they felt cramped.
Raking his teeth against her neck, he fucked her so hard, she quickly came again. And still he fucked her. She lost track of how many times she came before he shuddered and she felt him coming inside her. What an incredible, sexy feeling.
She held his head against her neck, savoring each detonation until he f
inally stopped coming and crushed her against the door.
“Oh, God, Jay, that was painful, but incredible.”
“So are you.” He lifted his head.
Her heart raced.
His eyes glowed and his incisors were visible. God, help her but he looked sexy. She reached out to touch his teeth and caress his face.
He eased his cock out of her and stepped back.
He eased his cock out of her and stepped back.
The cum on his cock was pink. The knowledge that blood and cum filled her pussy excited her.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he undressed her. When she stood nude before him, he caressed her breasts and ass. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” She smiled. “What are you going to do about that, handsome?”
“Fuck you senseless. What else?”
Her smile widened. “I might like that.”
“I’m counting on that, sweet.” He stretched out on the bed and pulled her down into his arms.
She trembled when she felt his cock head against her entrance. “Oh, Jay—”
“Shh, sweetheart.” He kissed her. “I’ll be very careful.”
“Please do.”
He rolled her onto her back, positioned himself between her legs, and paused with his weight resting on his extended arms.
She looked up at him. With his eyes glowing and his incisor bared, he looked feral and so sexy she had to have him. Although still sore, she ached to feel him inside her again. “I want you.”
“Oh, God, sweet, I’m yours. Take me.”
Having him inside her was the most incredible feeling in the world. She lifted her hips, slowly impaling herself on his big, hot cock.
“Oh, God, that’s it, my sweet. Take me inside your pussy and enchant me as only you can.” She slid her hands down to jerk at his hips.
He lowered his body onto hers and slowly drove his cock balls deep into her pussy.
“Oh…God, Jay.”
He paused. “Are you okay?”
She nodded.
After giving her a few moments to savor the feeling, he kissed her lips and gave her a long, slow fuck that nearly drove her out of her mind.
