by Lia Slater
She cupped his balls in her hand, admiring the weighty feel of them. “You’re a lucky bastard,” she said and ran her tongue over his testicles again. They knotted up under her attentions.
His abdomen constricted as he drew in a breath, the rigid muscles tightening. “Blanca,” he said with a rush of a breath. He propped himself on his elbows and watched her, waiting to see what she’d do next.
Blanca reveled in the power she had over him at that moment. She was the captive, sure, but she held the authority to give him pleasure…or to torture him.
She licked the dribble beading at the tip of his cock. “Do you want me to suck you?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “I beg you.”
A Vamp pleading rather than ordering. This was a nice change.
She gave him a wicked grin. “Do you trust me?”
The look of anguish on his face twisted into an emotion she couldn’t identify. “With my immortal life. You’re my new sunshine, wildflower. My new reason to live.”
His words took the breath from her lungs. She shook her head. “You have too much faith in me.”
“As do you in me. But why not make the most of our ignorance while we still can?”
Blanca ignored the knot in her gut that told her to ask him exactly what he meant by that. To remain ignorant. To pretend to be blissfully unaware of where her heart was leading her. She only needed to concentrate on the flesh, and what her body, and her wolf, desired. Any other thoughts were too dangerous.
“Fine.” She shrugged her shoulder, showing feigned indifference. “Then I want you to eat me while I eat you. And I’m not talking about blood.” Just how long could he abstain from feeding from her? Some sad, masochistic part of her desperately wanted to know.
A cute smile curved across his handsome face, showing his white teeth. “I’ll try to keep my fangs in this time so I won’t cut you. Lay back now. I’d like nothing more than to eat your sweet pussy.”
A shiver rolled down her skin and she bit into her bottom lip. She could come from just listening to his deep, drawling voice.
“All right, Vamp. Let’s make this one to remember.” Her pussy was already primed and wet as she lay on her back and waited.
He was quick to move on top of her. His heavy cock dangled down just above her lips as he parted her legs and speared his tongue through her folds to flick at her tender clit.
“Not fair.” She gripped his ass with one hand and fisted the base of his shaft with the other. “You’ve got a head start.”
He half chuckled, half groaned. “It appears I’m hungrier than you are.”
Blanca couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Don’t bite me and I won’t bite you.”
“Ouch. You have a deal, wildflower. Now suck me before I go mad,” he said and ground his mouth into her whimpering cunt. His tongue speared into her vaginal entrance, fucking her with abandon.
“Oh fuck me.” Her body reacted immediately, nearly coming straight away. But she took control of her senses and concentrated on pleasing him back.
With her hand on his ass, she tugged him down. Carefully she guided his cock into her mouth. Priming him with her tongue, she lured him in further, lodging him to the roof of her mouth. Mmm. His solid flesh filled her mouth just as he had her pussy. He tasted of sex and of pure male. Her taste buds swelled and watered around him.
And she sucked, taking him in deeper. Her tongue swirled around, savoring his flavor, memorizing his silken texture. The clipped ridge. The fat, engorged head. His long, rock-hard shaft. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked harder, milking him for all she was worth.
He groaned against her pussy, sending a soft vibration through her body. But still he continued to fuck her with his tongue. Her cream mixed with his saliva trickled down her ass and his fingers trailed after it. He found her anus and slipped a finger past the tight rim and into her sensitive hole.
Blanca gasped against his cock. She paused from sucking momentarily as sparks shot through her, making her thighs tremble. Have mercy.
He devoured her pussy as he eased his finger in and out, pressing it against the sensitized wall. A slight pump of his cock reminded her that she had to keep to her end of the bargain.
Her pleasure.
She squeezed his ass and began to pull him into mouth in the same rhythm as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and her ass with his finger. He began to pump into her mouth on his own accord, making the cadence all his own. With the steady tempo, he filled her mouth, vagina and anus, bringing her into a frenzy of ecstasy.
The extreme pleasure was almost too much to endure but she forced herself to focus on sucking him into her moist mouth. Her tongue braced the bottom of his shaft, holding him tight to the roof of her mouth. His pumping motions drew him farther into her throat.
“I’m going to come, Blanca. Go with me. Come in my mouth.”
She was already halfway there. Her body thrummed and her womb squeezed.
He shuddered above her and his cock jerked in her mouth. Hot cum squirted onto her palate and she relished in his musky taste, swallowing him whole. His finger continued to penetrate her ass, his tongue moved to her clit and laved against the tender bud in a stormy heat.
Blanca drew his spent cock out of her mouth, holding it in the palm of her hand as she screamed out his name. The orgasm burst through her without mercy. She clenched down on her teeth as the brutal waves rolled through her.
“Worth. Oh wow, Worth!”
“That’s good.” He lapped at her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.”
He withdrew his finger from her ass and used his other hand to part her folds. His tongue went over her again and again, eating up all of her juices. Her cunt constricted over and over as he milked her.
Wow, the orgasm wouldn’t end, rolling her back and forth. And tears burned her eyes at the intense pleasure sweeping through her.
Until she crashed, her body going completely limp.
“Mmm,” he murmured and licked her one last time. “So fucking good.”
Lazily, he maneuvered around and spread out beside her. His hand braced her cheek and he forced her to look into his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed to think otherwise. That strange foreign look passed over his gorgeous face again and he simply grinned.
Her mind was a mess, she couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t comprehend the full extent of what was happening between them.
And for that…she was grateful.
Chapter Six
Worth couldn’t peel his gaze away from her. The day was half over and he hadn’t finished a quarter of his daily responsibilities. He was addicted to her presence. Right at that moment, as she cooed and reached for his mare, Zola, through the stall, Worth thought of nothing but how he could make her orgasm again.
The urge was overwhelming. How long had it been since he’d taken her blood? Three, four days? It seemed as if she’d been with him for much longer.
A blood bond wasn’t supposed to be this strong, especially for a Vamp. He’d always heard that it was the blood slaves who were the ones that were affected. Not the other way around. Even the human women he’d taken blood from in the past hadn’t had this impact on him.
The lust had always fizzled with those other women. With Blanca, it only grew more forceful. He covered his erection with his hat as he walked toward her, out of the sun and into the barn. His skin healed quickly in the shadows but his body still burned with a strange yearning.
This pain had nothing to do with sunlight. No, this was something all together different. Totally powerful. Beyond his control.
She’d spent all morning caring for the horses. Feeding and grooming them, and she’d even gathered the courage to walk them around the pasture. He’d watched her from a distance as he tended to a broken fence and he’d been fascinated by how well the horses responded to her in such a short time.
Tobias would have loved her. Kerene always joked and called the stallion a lady’s man. He knew how to woo them and
no doubt he would have been smitten with Blanca.
“I can’t believe they’re not frightened of me,” she said and glanced his way, an enchanting grin on her face. Her dress was tied in a loose knot at the knee so it didn’t brush the ground. She still walked around barefoot since the shoes his niece had given were too large. Worth felt guilty for not being able to give her the basic essentials. Another odd emotion clutched at his heart—that innate need to protect her from harm.
In another time, under different circumstances, he’d sell his soul to give her shoes and so much more. He’d keep her close to him, close to his heart, and he’d fight any man who dared try to take her away.
Including her pack. Hell, he wasn’t looking forward to the day when they showed up. And they would show, he knew they would. They’d be fools if they simply let her go without a full-blown war. Blanca was the type of woman a man would die for. Kill for.
Worth merely wanted to keep her with him for a while longer. He knew a Were needed freedom, needed to run uninhibited under the moon. It was naïve of him to think she would consider giving that up to be with him.
But how could he not savor her while she was here?
“Why do you stare at me like that?” Her grin twisted slyly as she turned to face him. With her arms crossed over her chest, the dress dipped and allowed him a nice view of her soft cleavage.
All sane thoughts disappeared. “Because I want to push you up against that ladder over there and do bad things to you until you scream for mercy.”
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Blanca didn’t so much as blush. Instead, his bold words sent a thrilling chill through her belly. She was already wet for him. The way he’d stared at her, so heatedly, had sent a rush of moisture straight to her pussy, dampening her inner thighs.
She took careful steps toward the ladder in question, her legs wobbly. “I’ve thought about you all day,” she whispered. “About last night.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. It was stupid to admit her weaknesses to the enemy but it was becoming more and more difficult to think of him as anything other than her lover. Her man.
He dropped his hat to the ground and began unbuttoning his shirt. Blanca took immediate notice of the bulge in his pants. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only one suffering.
“I’ve thought about you, as well.” His dark gaze traveled up her body, scoring her with its wicked intensity. “Take off your dress, Blanca. I want to see you.”
“You should make up your mind,” she teased as heat blazed up her center, staining her chest and neck. “I thought you didn’t like me naked.”
“I was a fool to allow you to think that for a second. Forgive me. Now take off your dress.” He wadded up his shirt and threw it to the ground.
Blanca inhaled a much-needed breath. Her eyes narrowed in on the rigid contours of his chest and abdomen. They followed down to where his pants hung low on his hips and then back up again. Shadows played in the valleys of his muscles, making him seem larger, taller and mightier than any male form she’d ever seen. And making her feel smaller, slighter and more feminine in his presence. If she didn’t trust him she’d be frightened. Yes, she was a warrior but she knew her limits. She wouldn’t be a match for Worth if he suddenly decided to become like one of her former blood masters, hostile and greedy.
But she did trust him. For some inconceivable reason, she had complete faith in him and his intentions. She truly believed he was different than any other Vampire she’d ever known.
And she had no idea why.
Grateful to get rid of the damned uncomfortable clothing, she unlatched the back of the dress and let it fall to her feet. Ah, free at last. She ran her hands down her skin, across her belly and over her soft breasts. The wolf in her was much happier this way. Her skin could breathe better, her flesh unconfined.
She let out a content sigh and then whipped her head up when she heard Worth’s fast approach.
He grabbed hold of her waist and lifted her onto the wooden ladder. She got her footing on the second step and gripped his shoulders for support. His mouth was on her breast faster than her eyes could follow. His tongue whirled around her beaded nipple, licking a full circle around her puckered areola.
“Blanca,” he groaned, and sucked the bud into his mouth. His teeth grew sharp around her sensitive flesh but he was careful not to poke her skin as he suckled her, drawing the peak of her breasts in deep.
Delightful sparks crackled down her belly and nipped at her nerve endings. She lifted her hands above her head and grabbed onto the ladder’s rails. She was exposed and open for him, for whatever his mind could envision.
She heard his pants drop to the ground, felt his cock spring forward and thump against her mound. Her breathing grew uneven then, knowing he could be inside her at any second. “Worth, I want you.” She lifted her leg and curled it around his hip.
He released her breast and quickly took her mouth, his sharp fang accidentally nipping her lip. “Ah Blanca, I’m sorry.” He licked the tiny scratch and pierced her with barely leashed gaze. “I don’t mean to hurt you. But I fear I might.” His hand on her waist slipped down and gripped her thigh. He held her to him and nudged her vaginal entrance with his hard shaft. The tip of him prodded, teased. So close. The muscles in her pussy fluttered and quivered in anticipation.
“You won’t hurt me.” She held back a whimper and forced herself to add, “Just don’t bite me.”
If he could continue to hold back from taking more of her blood then she knew for certain that she could trust him. It was a test more than a request. A test for both of them.
Not another second passed before he pushed his hips forward and glided his solid shaft deep into her cunt. Blanca gasped at the instant pleasure that ripped through her center as her walls stretched and hugged his full hard length. She clung to the railing and arched her back, her breasts crushing against his chest.
“Ah!” The cry tore from her mouth. She’d fantasized about being filled by him since he’d left the bed early that morning.
He held perfectly still as he waited for her to get accustomed to his size again. Damn, the Vamp was large. And at this angle, she could feel every inch of him in detail as he curved up inside of her.
His fingers bit into her thigh as he hefted her leg up higher. “Blanca,” he pressed his forehead to hers and met her hazy gaze, “blood has nothing to do with our bond. You’re my woman, not my slave. Do you understand?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. He eased his cock out and then slowly thrust back in. Blanca moaned from the sensations pulsing through her pussy as her slick walls sucked him back in.
“I’m going to make you mine, Blanca. Tomorrow evening.” He kept eye contact, determination walled up behind his midnight irises.
“What?” She scarcely understood the meaning behind his low, seductive voice as he continued to move inside of her, working her to a climax.
“You heard me, Blanca.” He lowered his head and licked at the bite scars on her neck, where her last blood master had marked her for life. “I can’t stand to see another Vamp’s mark on you. You’ll understand when I make you my own, won’t you?”
“No,” she said as another moan escaped her. “No.” Her anger rose while the sweet heat in her womb built and stirred. Her lower belly convulsed as he sped up his movements, thrusting into her wet pussy. “Damn it, Worth.”
Blanca wasn’t sure what was more infuriating, that he planned to mark her against her will or that she was about to come while he gave her the news. She hung tight to the ladder as her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, yes. Oh, please.” She panted. The pleasure was more potent than her fury. More powerful than her mind.
She rode the crest of the orgasm, meeting his thrusts with a heated passion, both of them bucking forward fast and hard. Her pelvis ground against his while his thick cock drove into her tight pussy walls. Her body trembled as she exploded from within. A blaze of heat burst through her center, splintering dow
n her thighs. Her legs gave out the same time her arms did and she fell into his chest, her arms slinging over his shoulders.
Worth held her up, wrapping her in his strong arms. He pumped inside of her once more before giving into his own release. He shuddered, hanging onto the ladder for support while holding her against him.
Blanca tried desperately to gain her wits so she could return to her anger. If he was truly planning to mark her then he didn’t deserve her cuddling up to his neck, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. She wanted to be furious with him, to hit him with her fists, bite him with her own canines.
But all she could do was sink into him, holding him to her, not wanting to believe he’d degrade her in such a way. The Vamp who’d scarred her before had taken her to a marking ceremony. He’d bitten her and had taken advantage of her sexual need while his sadistic buddies watched on. No way would Worth do that to her. Would he?
“I thought you were different.”
“I am, Blanca,” he murmured against her ear. “I am different from the Vampires who’ve hurt you and tomorrow evening I won’t be marking you as my blood slave.”
“What are saying?” Was he trying to confuse her? She shoved away from him and he set her onto the ground. Her legs wobbled and her teary eyes threatened to overflow but she managed to glare up at him, daring him to say what she hoped he wouldn’t.
“I said I don’t want you as a slave, I want you as my woman.” He blew out a breath. Color drained from his tanned face. “The High Council has ordered me to mark you as Okantalor property and I do plan to mark you but—”
“Fuck you.” She shoved at his chest but he didn’t budge.
“Let me finish, Blanca.”
“I was so stupid. I can’t believe I let you touch me.”
“Don’t say that. You belong to me and tomorrow I’ll mark you as mine forever. Not Okantalor’s. Let them think what they want but the mark I give you will mean only one thing—that you’re my One.”
“Your One?” The Vamp’s version of a life mate. Was he insane? Her heart lifted for a moment at the loving way he stared at her, with such hope and emotion. Then plummeted when the harsh reality set in. In this country, she’d never be considered his equal. Far from it. She’d be his dirty little secret, a toy to play with when the Vamps weren’t watching and a pathetic blood slave when they were watching.
