“I don’t want to hurt you, Vanessa.”
“Too late, asshole.”
“Fuck.”
I wasn’t going to stand there and listen to her call me names she didn’t mean, so I kissed her.
I fisted her blonde curls in my hand, tilting her head back for better access. My lips slammed against hers, assaulting them the way she’d accused me of before. She squirmed under my grasp and bit my lip. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, pressing my body tightly against her core. Shoving my leg between hers, I rubbed my rock-hard cock against her, unable to stop. I waited for the visions, wondering if she’d actually cured me. When nothing surfaced before my eyes, I shoved my tongue deeper into her mouth. She moaned, and her hands shot up, her fingers twisting in my hair. I kissed her neck, licked at the vein I so badly needed.
“Don’t fucking tease me this time, Lane. If you start this, you’d better fucking finish it.”
I could bite her, but she’d kill me. I crushed my mouth over hers again, concentrated on making love to her tongue.
Heat rose around us.
“I’ll finish, goddammit, if it’s the last thing I do.”
I picked her up, cradling her in my arms, and flashed us back in the other direction, toward my room. I kicked open the door with my foot and dropped her on the bed as I crashed on top of her, our mouths still crushed together. Her fingers tangled in the unruly strands of my hair, and I loved the way she grasped at it. I reached to her back to find a zipper or something to get the dress off, but only found her bare back. How the fuck? I fumbled with the dress, shoving it up and finding her soaked with her excitement. My cock nearly exploded in my pants. I reached up to fondle her breasts that I ached to taste and suck, tease each one until she screamed with frustration and begged me to be inside of her. But her dress prevented me. “This goddamn dress,” I huffed. “Let me take it off you.”
“You don’t like my dress?”
“No, I mean yes, I love the dress, I just need it off so I can touch and kiss you everywhere. I want to drive you fucking crazy. I want to taste every inch of you. Then I want to hear you scream my name while I bury my cock deep inside. ”
“Promises, always promises,” she huffed between erratic breaths.
“I’m not making promises. I’m just doing.”
“Good, good. Keep doing.”
“Help me get this fucking beautiful dress off.”
“Let me up.” I grabbed her arms and tugged her forward. “There’s a zipper on the side.” She lifted her arm, and I found the tiny tab and pulled it down. She raised her arms in the air.
“You have to pull it over my head.”
I tugged the entire dress up and off her with one quick sweep, only to find what might as well have been a chastity belt from the eighteenth century. “Christ.” I was about ready to rip the tights off her when she shoved them down to her ankles and over her feet, revealing the tiniest V made of pink lace at her crotch. I tossed the dress aside and splayed my hand over her flat stomach. Skimming my tongue over her soft skin, I circled her nipples then sucked the hard nub into my mouth. Teasing and nipping at each one, making the pebbles hard. My fingers teased at the spot between her thighs and the soaked lace. I reached behind and tugged the thin thong down, exposing her shimmering wet folds. I dove in, unable to contain my lust for her. I twirled my tongue then sucked her clit between my lips.
When Jewels’ face came into view, I held V’s nub in my mouth, frozen at the vision. I blinked my eyes, but it didn’t help. You’re not going to prevent me from doing this. You can’t control me anymore. It’s not your ass I’m holding in my hands. It’s V’s. It’s Vanessa. My beautiful Vanessa. I blinked my eyes again and looked up at the woman I was licking, still keeping V’s hardened, sweet-tasting clit in my mouth. The vision was gone, and Vanessa gazed down at me, her mouth slack with lust as she smiled, bucking her hips, shoving herself at my face and fisting her fingers tightly in my hair.
“It’s me, Lane. Vanessa. I…I’m the one you’re with.”
“Only you,” I said and jabbed my tongue inside of her. Fucking her with my mouth, pumping in and out, licking up the sides of her folds then thrusting back inside again, she let out a scream as I tasted her release. I sucked and swallowed, drinking in her sweetness.
“Lane! Lane! I need…I need you in me. I need your thick cock inside.” She tugged at my hair, commanding me.
Owning me.
I kissed my way up her core, lingering at the top of her mound, neatly trimmed into a v-shape of soft, blonde curls. I kissed the tender spot at the edge of her thigh then kissed my way up her abdomen to her breasts. Fondling each one, I took them in my mouth, teasing them more with my tongue. I unzipped my pants and shoved them down to my knees. I still had my fucking boots on. I stopped kissing her and fumbled with the laces. I wanted full access and to be able to move while showing this beautiful woman what she meant to me. What it meant to have a real man pleasure her.
“Lane, just leave them and let me have you.”
I glanced at her. Her lustful smile beckoned me to kiss it. I left my boots and scrambled back on top of her with my pants constricting my movement, I positioned my knees between her thighs. The laces must have come undone as I finally felt my boots slip from my feet and my pants slide down to my ankles. Not caring a fuck how that had happened, I kicked my pants off and teased her clit with the tip of my cock before sliding into the heaven between her legs. I worried, knowing not many had entered her. I wanted to take care. I wasn’t sure I’d fit all the way, but when I sank down into her, I almost fainted from the sensation.
“Oh, my fucking stars,” I breathed out in a moan as her smooth walls caressed me.
Chapter Thirty
Vanessa
I couldn’t get enough of Lane. He’d entered me slowly, with care, then pulled out and teased me a bit more with the tip of his cock before sliding back in, slowly again. I was glad. I didn’t think I could take all of him because he was so large. He continued with the slow pumping motion, gently going in farther each time. I reached down to touch him, only to find that he’d sunk all the way in. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out, faster, plunging back in, and I thought I would die from pleasure. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I decided I didn’t need to breathe. I only needed to feel Lane’s powerful cock slide in and out; taking me beyond anything I’d ever thought sex could be.
“Lane, I…oh…oh. Lane!” I screamed his name as a clap of thunder erupted in my head. He continued to pump into me, never letting up. Then he made a beautifully primal growl as I felt him release into me. His cock jerked, and I felt his warmth deep inside. Then he picked me up against him. Tugging tightly, he hoisted me up over his legs, never losing our connection. I sat on top of him, my legs straddling his as he tugged my hips into him, helping me gyrate against him.
“I have more, baby. I think I’m going to be perpetually hard from now on after that. So, fuck me. Fuck me as long as you want.”
I did.
I fucked him.
I fucked him, shivering through another climax, then another. I fucked him until he cried out in another release of his own. I couldn’t move anymore, and I collapsed on top of him.
He held me there. I breathed in his scent of whiskey and almonds. I ran my fingers over his chest, slick from sweat. When had he taken off his shirt? I didn’t know, nor did I care, just that he was naked under me, and I was naked over him.
“Do you want to tell me how my boots came off?” he whispered against my cheek.
“You can thank me for that.” I’d taken about as much delay as I could stand. When he’d fiddled with his boot laces, I couldn’t take anymore. I’d waited long enough to find out what he felt like inside of me.
“Oh, I do. For the first time, I’m actually grateful for your witchy talents.”
Lane had felt amazing inside of me. There was nothing I could compare it to. It hadn’t been difficult to keep my past experience from invading my space. This wa
s sweet, erotic, and satisfying all wrapped up together. Lane had shown me just how wonderful sex could be.
He nuzzled his lips under my earlobe, close to the vein where my pulse throbbed from the exertion. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he’d eventually ask for. Or did my witchcraft discourage that? That primal need I knew all vampires possessed. Did I want that? Mags had allowed Cian to take her blood and she’d survived—barely from what I’d heard. Chelle took Josh’s blood, and he was okay. I’d heard that it was very erotic during sex.
****
I’d spent the past eight nights in Lane’s bed. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I’d sung another song with the band last night, and then Lane and I had come back here as soon as the performance ended. He’d said he couldn’t wait to remove the tight, red, shimmery pantsuit I’d worn. That the way it had hugged my bottom was illegal, and that it needed to come off before he exploded and came all over himself. I found it empowering that I made him lose control so easily.
He still hadn’t taken my blood, nor had he asked to. I didn’t offer because I just wasn’t sure I wanted that yet. We’d slept most of the day, and the sun was making its slow descent. We stood at his newly installed mirrored window and watched as it sank into the ocean. Sunsets were always so amazing, and they never got old.
Lane went to his large walk-in closet and rummaged around inside. When he came out, he shoved a helmet and something leather into my arms.
“What are these?”
“Leather chaps and a helmet.”
“For whom?”
“For you.”
“And why do I need”—I studied the fine leather with intricate braids running adjacent to the seams in my hands—“these?”
“You can’t ride with me if you don’t wear them. The helmet, because it’s a law, and the chaps because…I think you’re going to look damn sexy in them. You do have jeans to wear under them don’t you?”
“Yes, but…I didn’t know you had a motorcycle.”
“Baby, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. I figure you have about seventy years to learn them all.” The reality of that statement slammed into me like karate chop to the jugular; quick, sharp, and choking. Seventy years didn’t seem like all that many compared to what he had. “Go change and meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes.” He shoved me out the door and into the hallway. I had no choice but to hurry to my room since I was naked save for the leather chaps and helmet in my hands covering as much of me as possible.
He stood by the table drinking a glass of what I assumed was blood when I walked into the kitchen. He wore a similar pair of chaps, a black leather jacket, and a pink silk scarf around his neck. Odd choice, but I like it. He handed me a black leather jacket similar to the one he wore, only smaller.
“I told ya.”
“What?”
“Seeing those chaps on you is making me rock-hard, and I want to do naughty things with you.”
My stomach flipped at the thought of what he might want to do, and I squeezed my legs together in anticipation.
He finished his drink and grabbed my hand, tugging me outside to the massive, white, four-door garage. Four beautiful bikes sat along side one another at the far end. He led me to the one with a gold tank and black etchings of stars. It had a beautiful, plush leather seat, raised in the back.
He helped me put the small black helmet on, positioning the clear shield into place to protect my eyes then put his own on and sat at the front part of the seat, straddling the bike. “Get on.”
“You never cease to amaze me, Lane DeMarco,” I said as I situated myself on the seat behind him and wrapped my arms around his leather-clad waist.
“I ask you, what’s a wealthy vampire without a motorcycle?”
I shrugged as the roar of the engine exhilarated me and the vibration tingled my already excited core. We took off, headed for the Golden Gate Bridge.
He took it easy and didn’t do anything to scare me. He made a point not to weave in and out of traffic, which I appreciated. He may be immortal, but I wasn’t. After we had crossed the bridge, he turned up the highway, and I had a good idea of where he was taking me. He stopped at the entrance to the old military fort and shut down the engine.
We got off the bike and placed our helmets on the seat, and he grabbed my hand, leading me to the edge of the cliff.
“Trust me?” he asked with a sexy grin I couldn’t deny.
“Yes.”
“Good thing.” He grabbed me around the waist and we flashed to the side of the cliff where it was impossible for any human to get without mountain climbing gear. “I’m a man of my word.” I glanced up to see the large oak tree he’d pointed out to me that night from the top of the bridge. One of the trees where he’d said he wanted to pleasure me beneath and take me from behind as I hugged it, screaming his name into the night while I climaxed.
“For starters…” He backed me up close to the tree, tugged me against him, and kissed me. Deeply. His tongue swept into my mouth as my hands swooped to his hair. I committed every taste and touch of him to memory so this moment with him would live forever in my mind. His deft fingers unsnapped the leather chaps from my legs, and they fell to the ground as he unzipped the jeans I wore, shoving them down to the tops of my boots. He took my arms and held them up above me. “Grab on,” he commanded, and I wrapped my hands around the branch that strategically grew out right above me. As if Mother Nature herself knew I’d be here someday, needing to brace myself from the onslaught of Lane’s tongue. He untied the pink scarf from around his neck and fastened it around my hands, securing me to the branch. That’s why he’d worn that. He crouched down on his knees and pulled my panties down. The cool ocean breeze tickling my newly exposed skin until Lane’s mouth covered my core as his tongue slid up my folds and teased my throbbing clit. Then he sucked me in. My knees buckled, and I lost the ability to stand; the only thing keeping me upright was the pink scarf that kept me secured to the branch above me.
I felt the contractions of the climax, the softening at my core as Lane drank me in. I couldn’t close my eyes, the view from where we were too beautiful, to heavenly, heightening every touch, every lick, every suck that Lane gave me.
Then he was kissing my lips again. His fingers inside me, doing all sorts of wonderful things. I was coming again on his hand.
I didn’t know when it had happened, but Lane’s pants were down. He untied my hands but left the scarf wrapped around one of them.
“Grab on to the trunk,” he commanded as he flipped me around. “Hold on tight so you don’t lose your grip.” He smiled. With my hands pressed against the tree, he entered me from behind.
He pumped so hard and so fast I thought for sure he would plow right through me. I screamed from the agony of his thrusts, so deep, so hard. Then the agony turned pleasurable as the wave of thunder exploded in my head. I screamed.
“Lane!” Just like he said I would.
My knees became weak and buckled. Lane grabbed me around the waist and held me up as he pumped into me. Pulses of desire skittered up my spine as the sound of our flesh meeting echoed beautifully in the night air.
He groaned and growled out my name as he trembled against me.
Lane pulled me up, turning me so we were face to face and tugged me against him while he bound my hands together once again. Then they were back up to the branch, my body dangling freely in the night breeze. He turned me to face the ocean, and I inhaled deeply as the chilly sea breeze cooled the fire in my cheeks, a fire he’d created within my core. He reached his hand down, fingering my clit. He continued to pleasure me with his fingers, and then he was inside me again. His rock-solid erection startled me. I couldn’t understand how he could be so hard now. But he was. And he pumped into me with just as much vigor as he had several minutes ago. His endurance was mind-blowing. I cried out again as he drove in, and the pulsing of both of our orgasms exploded while brilliant stars burst in my head.
****
The muffled sound of my phone ringing from somewhere in the room woke me. I lay halfway on top of Lane with one leg draped over his thighs, my head resting comfortably in the crook of his shoulder. I lifted my head to look at him, his eyes were closed. Man, he was beautiful. I didn’t want to move.
“Answer the phone, woman, before I find it and toss it in the toilet.”
“You’re awake.”
“Who could sleep with your phone going off every five minutes?”
“Has it been doing that?”
“Yes.”
“Shit.” I jumped up to find it in the pocket of the jeans I’d worn, now in a heap on the floor beside the bed. I slid the power button over. Five voicemails. Six missed calls. “What could be so important?” I mumbled. All the calls were from Jillian, as well as all the voicemails. Maybe I’d gotten lucky, and she’d changed her mind about visiting. I clicked on the first voicemail.
Vanessa, hey, surprise! We’re at the San Francisco airport. Don’t worry about picking us up. We are renting a car. I’ll call you in a while for directions.
“Oh, no.” Who was we?
“What’s wrong?”
“Um…my cousin. Remember I told you she was coming for a visit in June?”
He nodded.
“Well, she’s here now and, apparently, not alone.”
Lane sat up. “Is that a problem?”
“Well, she was going to stay with me at my apartment. But right now, I don’t have an apartment.”
“Oh.” He ran his hand through his hair, and I did the same with mine. “Her timing is hugely off.”
“No shit.” I listened to another one of the voice mails.
Vanessa, It’s me again. Jillian. Seth and I checked into the Holiday Inn.
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