Paranormal Nights (Paranormal Romance Boxed Set)

by CJ Ellisson

  Only, she didn’t get the chance.

  Nope. With her mind focused on what she’d like to do, Griffin went into action. The sheet covering her body was whipped aside, baring her to the cool room.

  No. Bad vamp.

  Squealing, she plastered her hands on her body, unsure of what she’d like to cover first. She loved her body. Okay, she loved parts of her body. The parts covered with clothes, sucked in and tucked in spandex-y fabric so that her waist dipped in and breasts were pushed high. She had it, so she flaunted it. Very, very carefully and on her terms.

  The ice blue of Griffin’s eyes bled to red and she watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he fought for breath. Further perusal of his body revealed his cock, thick and standing proud against his abdomen, ready for her. A tiny pearl of pre-cum decorated the tip and she ached to taste him, wondering if his cum would be as delicious as his mouth. Her pussy released a bit more of her cream, aching and begging for a touch, a stroke, anything, as she stared at him.

  A growl grabbed her attention and she returned her gaze to his face, noting the changes. His fangs were long and flashing in the light, eyes a shining red and part of her knew that he was a bloodsucker on the edge.

  Wren reached for that tantalizing dick, only to have her hand brushed aside.

  “No, little bird. I’ll have my taste first.”

  Okay…a bit-o-blood and a lotta boinking. She was down with that.

  Only…only when Griffin came at her, he didn’t sink those sharp teeth into her neck. No, he eased between her thighs, spreading them wide, exposing her pink bits to his gaze.

  Thank God she’d gotten waxed last week.

  Wren rose to her elbows, propping up her body so she could watch the fierce vamp. She wasn’t sure if fangs on girly parts were a good thing.

  But that’s not what he did.

  A single finger stroked the seam of her sex lips, sliding along the aroused skin, tracing the line that hid her heat.

  “Look at how pink you are. You’re slick and ready for me, aren’t you?”

  Her nipples hardened, clit twitching within her folds with that delicate touch.

  “Yes, I think you are.” Griffin stroked deeper, finger slipping along her wetness.

  The vamp went further, skimming her hidden nub and yanking a moan from deep within her chest. “Griffin.”

  He repeated the caress, increasing his pressure with the next pass. Then again.

  She rocked her hips, matching his movements, searching out even more pleasure with his every touch.

  “How beautiful you are. How slick and ready for me.”

  Beneath her gaze, his position shifted until he lay prone between her thighs, mouth (and seriously sharp teeth) inches from her pussy.

  “Griffin…” Wren tensed and flexed the muscles in her legs, fighting against his presence between her thighs. She craved the vamp like her next breath, but she valued her vajayjay even more.

  “Only pleasure, little bird.”

  Taking him at his word, she relaxed and waited for his next move.

  She didn’t have to wait long.

  With gentle touches, Griffin separated her lower lips, exposing her soaked flesh to the cool room, and she couldn’t fight the shiver that fluttered through her. Which earned her a wicked smile from the vamp.

  “I’ll warm you up.” He gave her a wink, then leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her needy clit.

  Wren hissed and twitched. Griffin repeated the teasing caress, tongue lapping at her bundle of nerves. Slivers of arousal grew, increasing with each subsequent touch. Again and again he returned, stoking the fires of her need. But it still wasn’t enough.

  As if sensing her desires, he wrapped his lips around the source of her pleasure, sucking and lapping at the tiny bit of flesh.

  “Griffin. Yes. Need.” Sentences had abandoned her.

  He moaned against her, one of his hands disappearing from sight only to have talented fingers tease her opening. Those lovely digits traced her hole, large circles growing smaller and smaller with every revolution until they tormented the very center of her.

  “Fuck.” She rocked against him, begging for his penetration.

  But still he teased. Just a hint of his finger, a mere inch, and then it disappeared. Soft, shallow thrusts tormented her. With every dip inside, her pussy clenched and pulsed, clit twitching between his lips.

  Unbidden, she reached down and fisted his strands. “Griffin. Damn it.”

  A chuckle was his only response, but he was a good little vamp lover and returned to his frustrating actions.

  Griffin fluttered his tongue over her aching clit, increasing his suction, and then he slid a single digit into her waiting pussy.

  “Fuuuccckkk.” She arched her back, shoving her hips forward.

  He withdrew that finger, but replaced it with two, giving her a gentle stretch of her sheath.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

  The vamp moaned against her flesh and did as she asked, replacing two with three, and a deeper burn wrapped around her pussy. He took his time, sliding in and out of her cunt, easy thrusts that she matched without hesitation.

  Griffin moved with her, taking and giving with every shift of muscle, digits stroking her walls and fanning her arousal.

  Wren’s nipples were hardened nubs, begging for a touch and she obliged. Slumping against the mattress, she let her eyes drift closed and brought her free hand to her breast. She kneaded and caressed the plump mound, not fighting the shivers of pleasure that danced through her body.

  She kept her fingers buried in Griffin’s locks, used the hold to direct his attentions. Hell, who was she kidding, she couldn’t move the vamp unless he allowed it and she was glad he was so accommodating.

  Griffin’s pace increased in gradual increments, fingers upping their speed, tongue moving that much faster as he pleasured her. Wren teased her nipple, plucking the nub and pinching the flesh to add a tiny snippet of pain to the ecstasy that he gave her.

  “Griffin.” She choked out the word, fighting past her growing bliss. The need for him overwhelmed her, snagged control of her body and tossed it aside.

  The vampire added to his tempo once again, fingers curling within her pussy, caressing the sensitive nerves of her G-spot. She sobbed, the pleasure engulfing her from head to toe and her muscles spasmed, pussy milking his fingers.

  Wren rode his hand, hips rolling with each penetration, stealing snippets of ecstasy from every move.

  “Gonna.”

  The desperation for release rose with every breath, building and slinking into every inch of her body. Flares of light burst behind her lids while Griffin’s talented mouth and fingers shoving her closer to a blinding orgasm.

  He pushed harder, circling her clit with his tongue, and the tell-tale twitches of tightening muscles started in her toes. Her body jerked and trembled in warning: passion had built to overwhelming heights, cresting, growing until she thought she’d shatter and then the bubble burst.

  Wren cried out, the vamp’s name on her lips when the molten sensations of her final release blossomed and stroked her pussy. The nearly intolerable pleasure tore through her from head to toe, the pulsating waves of ecstasy wrenching gasps and moans from deep within. She thrashed, his fierce hold the only thing keeping her from dislodging his possession.

  The wild eruption of pleasure burned her blood, yet still it continued, Griffin’s hand never faltering while he drew more and more from her. She convulsed in another overwhelming burst of sensation.

  “Please. No more. Griffin.” She rushed the words from her lips between gasps and Griffin granted her that margin of compassion.

  She sighed as his lips and tongue left her with a soft lap. Then she moaned when his fingers withdrew in a tender slide of flesh against flesh.

  Wren eased her hold on his hair, stroking the locks with a gentle touch. “That was…”

  “Unfinished.”

  Oh, goody.

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  Griffin lapped at her sweet pussy one last time, smiling when her whole body twitched. The scent of her salty musk surrounded him, the delicate taste of her honey on his tongue lingering. It took every ounce of control not to sink his fangs into the flesh near her tasty pussy. Just as he drank her pleasure, he wanted to savor her blood at the height of her release.

  He’d have that though…in time.

  He abandoned her sated cunt and licked his way up her lush body. He scraped his fangs over the mound of her stomach, circled her belly button with his tongue and nuzzled the plump mounds of her breasts. All the while, her delicate hands stroked him, fingers playing over his face, then neck and shoulders. The heat from her skin seared him, fire trailing her every touch, scorching his blood.

  His cock throbbed, hard and ready to sink into her waiting pussy. She was wet, stretched and ready for his dick and he couldn’t wait to give it to her.

  At her breasts, he dragged a tooth over her hardened nipple, piercing her flesh and then lapping at the droplet of blood that formed. Instead of crying out in pain, his little bird moaned in pleasure, arching into him and shoving more of her breast into his mouth.

  Griffin shifted to the other mound and repeated the aching caress, sucking at the tiny slice and savoring the coppery, sugary taste of her essence. His dick hardened further, the pulsing of his cock keeping time with his heart. This woman, this delicate human, taunted and teased him like no other before. In over three hundred years, he’d never desired another as he craved Wren.

  Abandoning her abundant breasts, he moved further along her body until his lips hovered over hers, his cock nestled against her weeping pussy.

  “Griffin.” She growled and wrapped her thighs around his waist, squeezing him.

  As if she could ever move a vampire.

  He smirked at her and didn’t move, simply allowed her to fight his strength until she growled again, flashing her teeth like a frustrated baby vamp.

  “Patience, sweet Wren.”

  Griffin rocked his hips, teased and tormented them both with the glide of his length along her sex lips. With each pass, he increased the pressure, slipping into her moist crease with ease. He shifted, increasing the length of his thrusts, watching the growing pleasure infuse her body. She was a gorgeous creature, but pleasure transformed her to an ethereal beauty.

  “Please-please-please.”

  He nibbled her lower lip. “Please what, little bird?”

  He couldn’t give in so easily.

  “Oh, god.”

  Griffin lapped at her mouth, sliding his tongue into her and tangling with her, showing what was to come. He swallowed her whimpers and moans, each delicate sound spurring his arousal. He nicked her lip and swallowed yet another drop of Wren’s lifeblood.

  His little bird was sweeter than the most coveted wine. He didn’t think he’d ever have enough of the delicious human and he knew his saliva was simply sending her need flying high.

  “Fuck.” Her curse split the room.

  Griffin chuckled. “As soon as you tell me what you want.”

  He gritted his teeth with the next thrust against her scorching wetness. If she didn’t give him the words he desired soon, he’d fuck her anyway. He just hoped she’d let him play the game a little longer and stretch out the temptation.

  He bit her lip again, drawing the delicious fluid into his mouth. She arched against him, plastered her mouth on his and followed his tongue as he retreated.

  When she tore her mouth away, she growled the words he’d been waiting for.

  “Put your cock in me, damn it. Fuck me. Make me scream. Make me come.”

  “My pleasure,” he purred against her lips.

  She grabbed at his shoulders as he pulled away and he smiled at her desire that he stay close. But he couldn’t give her what she craved while hovering over her.

  Griffin slid her clutching hands from him and pressed them to the mattress. “Keep them here, little bird, and I’ll give you what you need.”

  She glared at him, but did as he asked, leaving him to do as he desired with the curvaceous body beneath him.

  He sat back onto his heels, stroking her from shoulders to hips while getting into position, increasing her arousal while he moved her. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he stroked his cock, eyes trained on the flushed, pink pussy that he desired.

  He squeezed his shaft just below the tip and then retreated, enjoyed the sparkles of pleasure his own touch created. It was nothing compared to what was to come, he was sure of that fact.

  Hands still in place, Wren growled at him. His fierce little bird.

  Pushing her thighs even wider, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, gathering her abundant cream and teasing her in the process. Up and down he slid, tormenting her clit, taunting her spasming hole. With each pass, her cunt tried to pull him in, beckoned him with a gentle, tightening kiss.

  Fuck, he was hardly able to hold back, forcing himself to take his time and enjoy this encounter as much as he could. For it’d be their only. He’d already stumbled into a single blood exchange and broken their laws. He had no doubt that their love making would result in a second, shoving him further down the path to a Broken. He wouldn’t forfeit his life with a third. No matter how great the temptation.

  On his next descent, he let the head of his cock nestle against her waiting heat, tantalizing them both with a shallow penetration. He let the tip ease into her sheath, her walls closing in on him with just that tiny bit of his cock within her.

  Gripping her thighs and holding them wide, he watched as he slid deeper and pure, masculine satisfaction coursed through him. His cock stretched her, its thickness spreading her walls. She clung to him, cunt squeezing and tightening the further he traveled.

  His dick thrummed in anticipation, balls drawing tight, and ready to fill her with his cum. He thanked God that he couldn’t impregnate her or pass along diseases, which meant there was nothing between him and her silken heat.

  Griffin tunneled deeper, pushing in and then retreating only to delve farther into Wren. Distantly he listened to her gasps, moans and pleas. But he’d give her what she desired…when he was ready.

  Watching his cock slide gently in and out of her needy cunt held him transfixed, the erotic picture simply furthering his arousal. He’d had hundreds of years to learn control. Waiting was nothing.

  With a roll of his hips, he added power behind his next thrust and his sweet Wren screamed in response.

  “Like that?” He repeated the move, sparing a glance for her face and smirking at the pleasure-filled expression on her features. “Do you like my cock in your cunt?”

  Wren spasmed around him, pussy tightening and milking his shaft. A shudder shot down his spine and he fought to keep his release at bay.

  Fuck, she was a drug. He couldn’t believe that this little slip of a human could destroy him so easily.

  He gripped her hips, held her steady while he slid his cock in and out of her sheath, picking up a rhythm as old as time. He reveled in every gasp that he yanked from her lush body. Her breasts bounced with each advance, bed shifting beneath them with his every thrust and retreat.

  Griffin worked harder, pleased with every tightening of her pussy around his shaft, each tremor that worked through her body. He continued his passionate assault, faster with each breath.

  Wren writhed, hands still in place as she fought to meet his thrusts. She begged and pleaded, but he kept steady. She’d come. With him.

  Cock throbbing, pulsing deep within her, he increased his pace, pushing in and out of her needy cunt until the slap of their flesh meeting joined with their hissing pants. He gave more and she seemed to drink in the pleasure he forced upon her.

  His balls were near bursting, ready to flood her with the evidence of his pleasure, but he held back.

  Not until she was ready to come and not a moment before.

  Faster he moved, the coolness of his body gone as sweat coated his brow, slither
ing over his chest. He moved one hand and placed it between her thighs, pressed his thumb over her clit and then rubbed the hardened nub in tight circles.

  His sweet little bird screamed. “Fuck! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me…”

  Griffin’s fangs descended fully, tips pricking his lower lip. He felt the droplets of blood trail down his chin, slipping across his tongue. The flavors would send her soaring, but also tie them even closer together.

  But he couldn’t spend a moment to care. Especially when her pussy was eating him alive. Each tremor came on the heels of another, milking him in a rapidly increasing rhythm.

  “Wren.”

  She trembled, muscles of her body twitching in a random pattern. “Gonna.”

  He slid his hand from her pussy and leaned over her, bracing his weight on his hands and lowered until he hovered over her prone body. Then he pummeled her with his cock, fucking her as hard and deep as he could. He captured her lips in a primal kiss, letting her drink from his mouth, his blood drifting over her taste buds, replacing what he’d taken.

  Beneath him, she tensed, body tight, and he knew her release was upon her. With her body balancing on the edge, he released his tightly wound control. As fast as lightning, he released her mouth and buried his fangs in her neck, drawing her blood into his mouth and swallowing each droplet.

  The power of his bite, the flavors of Wren, sent his arousal flying until he came with a muffled shout. His cock grew and throbbed within her perfect cunt, coating her inner walls. He convulsed, explosions of bliss overtaking him as he spilled himself inside her. Previously unknown ecstasy overtook him, filled every part of his body, and he reveled in the sensations.

  Wren trembled and thrashed, her pussy still squeezing him, each tightening seeming to draw out his orgasm even further. His cock twitched, every move releasing another bit of his cum until he felt he’d turn inside out from the pleasure.

  Eventually his cock softened, but remained snug within Wren’s walls. He slid his fangs from her neck, making sure to seal the wounds before he left the comfort of their closeness. A sated smile graced Wren’s lips, his blood still staining her delicate mouth, reminding him of their second, forbidden exchange.