She looked over her shoulder at him, the choppy straight lengths of her black hair obscuring her face. “I cannot read your feelings… shadowed males are forbidden. I should never have kissed you, and I certainly cannot have sex with you.”
“Because I’m forbidden or because you would kill me? Payne said that succubi kill their hosts.”
She turned now, shaking her head. “No, I do not think I could kill you. I have never met a male as strong as you are. You retain control when we kiss.”
“And that shouldn’t be possible?”
She shook her head again.
Andreu felt he should be flattered. He was strong in her eyes then and a first for her. He was stuck on the forbidden label she had placed on him though. Her kind had laws and she didn’t want to sleep with him because someone had told her that he was dangerous, but she had already broken the rules. As far as he could see, it was too late now for her to worry about his status according to her people. He certainly wasn’t going to worry about it.
He tugged at the buckle on his belt and her brown-blue eyes fell there.
“What are you doing?” Her voice shook but her eyes betrayed her, her pupils dilating as they followed his fingers.
“I don’t think you have time to be picky.” He undid the fastening on his black trousers and shoved them down to his ankles.
“By the gods, you are sin made flesh.”
Andreu grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He kicked his trousers away and stalked towards her in only his black boxer shorts, feeling stronger with each step. She backed away again, constantly shaking her head. If he could just get her into his arms, she would give up her fight against him and would come around to the idea of sleeping with him.
“Come on, Chica, I promise it will be worth it.”
Her cheeks heated with a blush and the sweet fragrance of her desire swirled around him, drugging his senses and making them hazy.
She was on him before he could blink, her legs tightly wrapped around his bare waist and her mouth on his. Andreu grasped her bottom and clutched her to him, taking control of the kiss while trying not to take too much energy from her. He didn’t have a clue how that worked. All he could do was try to retain some sense of focus as their tongues duelled and she rocked her slender body against his, teasing him with her heat. It was easier said than done.
Andreu paced forwards with her, torn between getting inside her right that moment and getting them somewhere more private. The shutters on the doors were still open and anyone could see them as they passed by on the pavement outside.
“More,” Varya panted between kisses.
“Going as fast as I can.” Andreu tried to see past her.
“Not fast enough.”
The world disintegrated into a multitude of colours that hurt his eyes and then darkened again. It smelt different. Varya clicked her fingers and a single light punctured the darkness, its warm glow illuminating Callum’s apartment. She had teleported them.
Andreu’s back hit the wall when Varya leaned into him, her mouth fierce against his, and rocked her hips against his cock.
“Please, Andreu,” she whispered into his mouth and he turned with her, pinning her against the wall. She was wearing far too much clothing for his liking. He wanted her nude against him, wanted this to be slower than the mad rush his blood and his body was demanding, but the urgency of Varya’s tone said that there wasn’t time. She had used more energy to transport them to the room so they could have the privacy he desired and now she was shaking in his arms.
“I need to feel you,” he muttered and shifted his hands. She pulled herself up his body and then tugged her bodice top off over her head, revealing smooth bare skin and a dark pink satin bra.
Andreu growled as she tossed her top over his shoulder and buried his face between her breasts, kissing and devouring them with his lips. She moaned and wrapped one arm around his head, her fingers tugging at the longer lengths of his dark brown hair, and clawed at his back with her other hand. She worked her body against his, each brush of her bare thighs on his sides almost too much for him to bear.
He slid his hands under her skirt and groaned at the feel of her matching satin knickers under his fingers.
“Andreu,” she moaned and arched into him. The heat of her core pressing into his stomach was his breaking point. He growled, raised one hand to the front of her rose coloured bra and used his claws to cut the strip of satin that joined the two cups. The cups fell open, revealing her lush breasts and the deep pink buds of her nipples.
Andreu swooped on one, sucking it hard into his mouth, and her thighs tightened against his sides, no longer trembling. She was already growing stronger, feeding on the energy that sparked between them with each kiss and caress. He drank each moan he elicited as he sucked her nipple, rolling it between his teeth, and sank one hand between her legs, holding her up with his other one. She was hot and moist, the satin damp with her need.
Cristo.
He tugged at the fabric and she moaned as it tore, the sound deliciously wanton and erotic. He wanted to be gentler with her but she clawed his shoulders and lowered her mouth to his ear, lightly biting the lobe and then his neck. Every mewl, every scratch and nip, drove him to surrender to his need to be rough with her.
Andreu shoved his boxer shorts down, freeing his cock, grabbed her hip and drove her down onto it.
Varya gasped and shuddered against him, her movements halting. She leaned into him, her arms frozen against his back, claws pressing in, and breathed hard into his ear. The energy that had crackled between them with only kisses and touches was nothing compared to the wildfire heat and electricity that rocked him as he stood with his cock buried in her tight sheath, her hot body gloving his.
“Dios,” Andreu whispered and somehow found the strength to move.
Varya cried out and slammed back into the wall as he thrust into her, her knees locked tightly against his sides and her claws anchoring her to him. He groaned with her, withdrawing as far as he could go without leaving her sweet body, and then plunging back in as hard as he could.
She tipped her head back and dragged his head down to her breasts, muttering something in a language he didn’t know. Andreu moved her on his cock, grunting with each rough meeting of their hips, and sucked her breasts. Heat echoed through him, growing in intensity with each moan she loosed and each time she clenched his length. He had never felt anything like it, knew he would never experience something so carnal but so beautiful with anyone other than Varya. He lost himself in her, drowning in the strange connection between them that felt as though it wasn’t just taking energy from him but was giving it too. Each thrust into her, each moan and scrape of her nails over his flesh, each kiss she clumsily rained on his shoulders, all of it drove that connection deeper and made it stronger, until he swore that he could feel the bliss in her veins and taste her emotions in her kiss.
He tangled his tongue with hers, devouring her mouth, mastering it and claiming a small victory over her as she began to control his thrusts, her feet pressing into his bottom with each withdraw, forcing him back into her.
“Andreu,” she moaned into his mouth and he held her to him, clutching her and refusing to loosen his grip even when she whimpered. He grasped her tightly and drove into her, his sweat-slicked skin sticking to hers and his body straining for more.
She cried and jerked forwards, nails sharp points against his flesh. Her body trembled around his, drawing him to the edge, luring him into coming with her. He tried to hold back but the bliss running in his blood and the haze that descended on his mind chased away any sense of control he had. Andreu arched backwards, slamming his cock to the hilt inside her, and roared as he came, shooting his seed into her hot trembling core.
He collapsed with her on top of him, his back hitting the wooden floor and his legs stretched out. His breathing came in rapid bursts that matched hers as she curled up against his chest.
“Go
ds,” she whispered, hot breath skating over his nipple and his biceps.
Andreu closed his eyes, speaking a simple task that was beyond him as he fought to come down from his orgasm. His cock continued to pulse inside her, buried deep, warmly encased in her body. He didn’t want to leave.
She traced her fingers over his nipple, circling it, and then pushed herself up, her movements careful, as though she didn’t want to dislodge him either.
Andreu opened his eyes and stared into the beautiful mixed colours of hers. She smiled, her cheeks flushed with blood and eyes far brighter than he had ever seen them. He was glad that she was feeling better, and he was glad that she hadn’t killed him. Sex with her had been incredible and he didn’t intend to die after just one moment with her. He wanted more.
He lifted one heavy arm and brushed the length of her black hair behind her ear, and frowned. She shied away when he ran his finger over the pointed tip of her ear.
“Dios, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered and swept the other side of her hair back so he could see her other ear. She blushed. “I want to nip and suck them.”
He tried to lure her down but she resisted. His pout drew a smile from her and she leaned down, her soft body pressing into his where he lay on the floorboards.
Andreu kissed across her cheek and then up her ear to the pointed tip. She moaned quietly when he licked the point and then sighed, the breathy little sound delighting him and stirring his desire.
He kissed downwards, sucking the lobe as he passed it, and then licked her neck. The fae markings on it were pronounced beneath his tongue, raised bumps that tasted of copper. Not the delicious tang that blood had but an acrid taste. He drew back and traced his fingers over the marks, watching them change in colour, revealing shades of deep crimson and flashes of pink and purple. Was that what arousal looked like? He could smell it on her.
He wanted to taste it too.
In her blood.
Andreu arched towards her throat and she pressed her hand against his chest, holding him down against the floor.
“Do not even think about it,” she said with a frown and the colours of the markings darkened to black and deepest scarlet. “A vampire’s bite is just another form of ownership, and one I will never subject myself to.”
Andreu relaxed into the floorboards. She was right and he could understand where she was coming from, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to bite her.
If her kiss was addictive ambrosia, and sex with her was pure bliss in his veins, what would her blood taste like?
He needed to know.
And he would find out one way or another.
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CHAPTER 9
This was a mistake and Varya knew it. Not the sex, but this, lying in Andreu’s arms in bed, sleeping with him. She had done her best to contain her darker needs during their lovemaking but it had turned out that she needn’t have worried about hurting him. When her hunger during their first time had felt as though it might harm Andreu, the part of him that could somehow take energy from her had awakened. It had felt as though it had connected her to him. If she was feeling romantic, something she couldn’t possibly be since she didn’t have such emotions, she might have said that whatever had happened, it had linked more than their bodies and their energies. It had linked their souls.
Varya had almost laughed when that thought had first dawned on her but since then she had spent hours thinking about it and whether it was possible.
She shouldn’t be thinking about him at all.
She was stronger now, had gained enough energy from that wild moment with Andreu and the equally as passionate ones that had followed in this very bed, and she should have been searching for a means of escape.
So why couldn’t she bring herself to leave the bed and Andreu’s arms?
Varya looked up at him. He was sleeping soundly, lips parted to reveal blunt teeth. There had been a hint of fang on show when he had looked at her neck after their first time. He wanted to bite her, and there was a dark secret part of her that wanted to let him. A vampire’s bite was too dangerous. Allowing herself to use him to gain sexual energy was bad enough. The man was forbidden for a reason and the more time she spent with him, the more dangerous he felt, but she couldn’t fathom why.
He had said some terrible things but he had also risked his life to save her, and when she had suggested finding a male to feed from, he had bristled and shown an emotion that had sparked her curiosity. Jealousy. He hadn’t hidden it well at all.
For all his noise and protests, Andreu wanted her.
And that made her feel something she had never experienced before.
She felt beautiful.
Not a foul creature that stole energy from others and controlled them in order to do it, a creature that most fae looked down on, fae that included the incubi since that species had claimed some sort of moral high ground by vowing they would never feed from an unwilling host and never control their conquests.
It felt good.
She had been alive for three centuries and only one other man had ever made her feel special. The fae king. It turned out that he had said whatever it had taken in order to lure her into his castle and keep her there. She had been duped by him.
Was Andreu tricking her too?
The marks around her neck burned, a potent reminder that he had already tricked her.
No, she believed him when he said he hadn’t known what would happen to her. He hadn’t lied.
Andreu sighed in his sleep and his arm tightened against her back, pinning her to his side. She stared at his mouth, studying his teeth. Would his fangs hurt if she allowed him to bite her?
Varya frowned at herself. It wasn’t going to happen. Her curiosity already had her chained to this cursed theatre. She would not allow Andreu to enslave her too.
He smacked his lips together and rolled his head towards her, giving her a clear unhindered view of his exotic beauty.
“You should not have come back,” he husked in a sleep-roughened voice.
“I know.”
He exhaled another sigh. “I hoped that you would not even as I prayed that you would.”
“Why?” Varya stroked her finger down the line between the defined muscles of his chest and followed it with her gaze.
“Did I pray you would come back?” He slowly opened his eyes, revealing their dark endless blue depths. She nodded. “Mmm, because I wanted to kiss you again. It seems God has deemed me worthy of having my prayers answered, but had I known the price you would pay… Dios… Varya, I would never have asked him to bring you back to me.”
He meant it too. She could feel that in the steady beat of his heart against her fingers and the honesty in his gaze.
“Payne will find a way to undo it.” He hooked her hair behind her ear and she looked away, tracking her fingers as they traversed the thick ridges of his stomach.
“I want to talk about something else.” Anything else. Talking about the spell and the incubus was putting a dampener on her mood.
“Fine. What would you like to talk about?” He looked thoughtful and she shrugged. “How about you tell me why you gave up your name to me?”
Varya swallowed. The incubus must have told him that her name was highly valuable. “You didn’t tell him did you?”
He shook his head. “No, and it was Antoine who wanted it.”
“The one who placed the collar on me.” She frowned and went back to watching her hand. “I don’t like him. Do not give him my name.”
“I won’t. I promise. I will never tell anyone your name.” Andreu laid his hand on her face, his large palm cupping her cheek, and she glanced back at him. Her gaze stuck when it met his, the softness in it catching her off guard. Why was Andreu so different to all the men she had met in her long life? He looked at her with emotions she feared and she wasn’t sure what he was thinking behind his eyes. Did he know the way he looked at her or was he unaware of the feelings that shone in his e
yes sometimes when he was watching her?
“I gave my name to you because I wanted to be free. It seemed like a fair exchange. My freedom for my name… and I felt sure you would not use it against me.” Varya walked her fingers around his navel, staring at it now. “Now my freedom is gone. I am bound to this theatre… not even to a person. I am stuck here in this vampire infested prison.”
Andreu slid his hand lower and pulled her up to him using only one strong arm. She didn’t resist when he closed his eyes and leaned towards her. She kissed him, needing the reassurance that he was offering. He still tasted like Heaven, his mouth skilled as it claimed hers and worked her body into a frenzy. She shifted and settled over him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and rested her elbows on either side of his head. He let her take control of the kiss. She felt the moment he relaxed into the red pillows and released command to her. Varya angled her mouth against his, slipping her tongue inside to taste more of him. His tongue grazed hers, cool against warm, teasing her senses, and his hands glided down the curve of her back and settled over her bare bottom.
He rolled her over, pinning her to the bed with his hard body, and deepened the kiss. Varya ran her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, and met his passion. Fangs scraped against her lower lip. She didn’t pull back, was too intoxicated by the feel of his body and his mouth on hers to care even when she tasted blood.
Andreu growled and pulled her flush against his body, so every delicious inch of him pressed hard into her. He slanted his head and kissed the breath from her, his tongue seeking every molecule of blood he had drawn accidentally with his fangs. Gods it was wrong of her but she loved this possessive hungry side of him.
He rocked against her, grinding his long hard cock into her belly, and she moaned and raised her hips into his, seeking more than just his teasing.
She wanted him again.
Varya flipped him onto his back and smiled at the grunt that left him. She bit her lip and ground her body against his cock. Gods, he did feel good.
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