Her breathing grew choppy. The defiant look in her eyes only turned him on more. “We’re not.”
Without warning he reached around her, gripped her collar, ripped her shirt open down the front, tore it from her body and tossed it behind him. Jerking her arms up, he flattened her hands on the glass, locking both wrists together in one of his big hands.
He cupped one of her breasts. “Think, Ember.”
“Let me go.” She tried to twist free but was no match for his strength. He knew her body yearned for his touch even as her head rebelled against his words.
“You can’t spend time in the sunlight without becoming sick. That’s why you have no tan lines on this creamy-white skin.” He ran a thumb across her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath his touch.
“You’re more tired than usual and have very little appetite.” Coasting a hand down her ribs and pelvis, he stopped just above her mound.
“I eat just fine.”
“Really? How long have you been anemic?” He brought his hand up and wrapped a fist in her hair, tilting her head slightly. “You bit me while my cock was buried inside you. Do you remember that? Because I sure do.”
The sweet scent of her arousal flooded his senses even as her denial echoed throughout the room. “No.”
“No?” He reached down to cup her pussy. His hold tightened in her hair, and he ground against her ass once more. Her sexy cry washed through him, filling his cock so tight with blood it bordered on painful.
“You know what you are… What we both are. Have the dreams started yet?”
“You’re crazy.” Her voice lacked conviction even as she arched into his touch.
“Am I?” He parted her folds with the barest pressure. “So wet.”
“Please.” She pressed against him, craving more.
“Please what?” He pushed a finger inside her tight channel, feeling her heat envelope him.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t stop.”
He inserted another finger and curved them up, brushing over her G-spot. Angel felt the moment her resistance faded. Her hips bucked, and wetness coated his hand. He wanted to fuck her, possess her, own her.
“Say it. Say you want me.” He freed her wrists and forced her over until her chest touched the dresser top, never slowing the onslaught of his fingers.
Her throaty moans drove him wild with animalistic hunger and something else he couldn’t name.
Angel dropped to his knees behind her, still pumping his fingers inside her beautiful pussy. “Tell me, Ember,” he growled, and ran his tongue up the back of her thigh.
She whimpered and stopped moving. Her uneven breathing was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. If he didn’t take her soon, he’d be in danger of embarrassing himself by coming in his boxers briefs.
“Yes.” She moved her feet farther apart. “Yes. Please.”
He nuzzled the insides of her thighs before withdrawing his fingers and sliding them up to the small, tight ring of her ass. “Do you know how many times I dreamed of you, Ember Burns?” She stiffened for a second as he slowly inserted the tip of his thumb into her ass and slid the remaining four fingers back through her wet slit.
“You have the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.” Pushing to his feet, he inched his fingers inside her pussy. She moaned, and more wetness slicked his hand. His erection strained against his boxer briefs, begging to be freed. He quickly divested himself of the annoying underwear and kicked it somewhere behind him.
She had pressed her cheek to the dresser, her face hidden from view beneath a pile of long, dark hair. He reached up and brushed it back.
“Ember?”
She didn’t answer, just continued to make soft little mewling sounds deep in her throat.
He withdrew his fingers from her body and wrapped his fist in her hair once again. With a gentle tug he brought her head up from the dresser. “Look at me.”
She met his gaze in the mirror. The stubborn glint was present beneath her heavy-lidded, sultry look, and more blood rushed to his dick.
Angel gripped his hypersensitive cock and stepped close enough that it touched her wet pussy. With a slight tilt of his hips, he coasted it through her slit before pulling back to repeat the process. She moaned, and her lids closed.
His grip tightened in her hair. “No. Don’t shut me out.”
Her eyes flew open. He didn’t miss the pleading look in their depths or the fact that she tried so hard to hide it from him.
She had to be the most stubborn woman he knew.
Chapter Four
Ember had never needed someone as much as she did Angel in that moment. She couldn’t hold a thought or focus on anything but the feel of his huge cock gliding through her over sensitive pussy. He wanted her to admit they were the same. She wasn’t even sure what he was, but he wasn’t totally human. That much she was fairly certain of.
He stopped moving, and she ground her teeth. Their gazes locked in a battle of wills that she was determined to win. Her pussy clenched with his next words.
“This belongs to me.” He thrust deep.
Ember cried out with the power of his entry. She would never get used to the fullness and fire of Angel’s all-consuming passion.
He released her hair, gripped her shoulder, and slammed into her again. “Mine.”
She was on sensation overload. Not just from being stretched by him or even from the nerves that sprang to life with every pass he made, but also from the dominating way he claimed her. He didn’t ask permission. He just took, and owned.
She couldn’t look away from his eyes. They seemed to burn right through her. Or was that her own orbs heating up in their sockets with the same glow she’d seen in his earlier? The only thing for certain was the raging orgasm that came screaming out of nowhere. It lit up her spine, shot through her stomach, and exploded through her with a power that was staggering.
Her mouth opened without sound as wave after wave of pleasure contracted and pulsed through her lower body. She shook with the force of it.
Angel’s hold tightened on her shoulder. His other hand ended up locked onto her hip as he began to piston into her hard enough to rattle the items off the dresser. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” And she was. She knew it and he knew it. Something unfolded inside her in that moment. It traveled from the point of their sexual connection to erupt inside her heart.
Slowing his momentum, he leaned up until his mouth rested next to her ear. “See me. Really see me.”
Angel smoothed a hand over her mound and glided through her slit. He parted her and slid two fingers up either side of her clit. “Now.” He gently pinched the bundle of nerves, and another orgasm surfaced without warning.
A tingling feeling raced through her body, buckling her knees. The only thing keeping her from sliding off the dresser was his hips thrusting against her ass. His pupils were dilated to the point they dominated his corneas, giving them the appearance of being black.
Ember suddenly threw her arm up and locked a hand onto the back of his head, jerking it forward.
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes, baby. Do it.”
She bit him as though she’d done it a thousand times before. It was an instinct that she couldn’t deny. All sound faded save for the thunder of her heart. Angel’s blood, his very essence, burst across her tongue, and she came again. She could feel her inner walls contracting around him as his hot, tangy taste slid down her throat. Somewhere in the far reaches of her mind, she became aware of his shout and the warm feel of his seed as it bathed her insides.
Soon after, reality set in with horror right on its heels. She’d sunk her teeth into Angel’s neck. She tried to pull away.
“Don’t fight what you are.”
She avoided her reflection in the mirror, afraid of what she would see. “What have I done?”
“Only what was natural for you to do. Look at yourself…and me.”
“I
can’t. Please, let go.” She needed to rationalize what had just happened. Her world had tilted on its axis, leaving her disoriented and lost. Nothing made sense anymore.
“I can help you.”
Ember fought a moan as his cock began to swell inside her once more. The hypnotic sound of his voice lulled her into a state of submission she wouldn’t normally succumb to. But this was Angel. And in that moment, she belonged to him heart and soul.
He eased out of her body and gently turned her to face him. Ember stared at his chest to avoid eye contact.
“Although diluted a great deal, your blood sets you apart from others. This is why you crave mine.”
She shook her head; not wanting to hear what she feared came next.
“Listen to me.” He brought a hand to her chin, tilting it up. “It is the reason the Seeker wants you, and it’s what you have in common with all those other women in that folder.”
Ember stared at the skin where she’d bitten him as his words sank in. The mark looked angry and red but not as bad as she thought it would be. Calmness flowed through her. As insane as it was, so many things began to make sense. Like a puzzle she’d fought with for years, the last piece finally slid into place.
She raised her gaze and met his. “Vampire.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
She thought of all the dreams she’d had over the years, leaving her with a craving, a hunger, an ache. The feeling of not being whole.
Words spilled from her mouth without restraint. “I saw you more than once when I slept. I didn’t know at the time, but it was you. The black eyes, the blood, the…”
He curled his top lip.
“Fangs.”
Ember cautiously lifted her hand to her mouth before letting it fall back to her side. “I don’t have those.”
“Not yet.”
Her stomach flipped. “You mean I’m going to grow fangs? God, please tell me this is another one of my dreams.” But she knew it wasn’t.
Without warning, Angel locked his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the dresser. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart. “The choice is yours. The more blood you take, the faster the change.”
Her heart pounded with fear and something close to excitement. Angel didn’t frighten her as much as the unbelievable reality of the situation did. She’d just been told she had Vampire blood in her veins. How could she accept something so bizarre?
“So, if I refuse blood, I stay the same. I will still be me?” She peered at his neck. She could practically taste him on her tongue, and her mouth watered. That’s it. I’m certified. This can’t be real. There’s no such thing as Vampires.
“Yes, but there are consequences.”
“Such as?” If I lean forward a bit…
“Me.”
“You?” He wasn’t making any sense. It won’t hurt to try a little more.
His body stiffened. He snaked a hand around her head and brought her mouth to his neck. “Fucking do it. You’re killing me.”
“Just once more.” Her gums tingled vaguely as she closed her lips over the already healing wound.
He hissed and reached between their bodies. The broad head of his cock pressed against her entrance and found slight resistance. “So tight.”
Ember couldn’t get enough of Angel—his taste, his smell, him stretching her. It was completely overwhelming, and she thought she’d die if he stopped without entering her. She drew her knees up and locked her feet around his waist, trying to give him better access.
Angel growled and gripped her ass in his big hands. “You better hold on.” He lifted her off the dresser and backed her against the wall.
Lowering his hips, he brought them back up with a flex. Ember could feel him pressing against an unforgivable place deep inside her pussy that let her know he’d hit bottom. She wanted to scream in pleasure, but that would require she break the suction she had on his neck.
“Come for me, Ember.” He thrust deep and ground against her.
A pulsing began inside her pussy, shooting pleasure up through her abdomen. She removed her mouth from him and let her head fall back against the wall. Angel was the most incredible lover she’d ever been with…or even dreamed of. The broad head of his cock raked her clit on every pass, causing her hips to buck.
An overwhelming feeling of surrender had Ember grabbing his head and jerking it toward her. She tilted her own to the side. “Take me.”
Angel’s hot breath brushed her neck as his cock continued its slow, sensual slide inside her. “Ember?”
“Do it. I’m so close. Please—”
He struck. The brief pain from his bite triggered an orgasm so amazing, she couldn’t keep her legs locked around his back any longer. His hands wrapped around her ass, keeping her suspended for every powerful thrust he dealt. Strong pulls from his mouth on her neck made her dizzy with lust.
“I feel it, Angel. Oh God.”
She could feel his growl rumble against her skin. His arms tightened around her, and he drove into her as deep as her body would allow.
Ember screamed. Spasms raced from her clit to the place where his mouth was attached, rocking her to her soul. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of being consumed by Angelo Dimitrov.
He held her against him as his cock pulsed inside her. His groan and violent breathing were a testament to his orgasm. The feel of his warm semen coating her insides made her want him again. It was the most beautiful encounter Ember had ever experienced. They stayed connected in that position for quite some time.
“Did I hurt you?” He pulled from her body and gently set her on her feet.
Ember felt the change in him immediately. There was only one word to describe what she saw lurking in his eyes. Regret.
Chapter Five
Angel couldn’t believe what an ass he truly was. He’d bitten Ember, knowing the consequences of his actions. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from taking what she’d so innocently offered.
He couldn’t bear to look at her after what he’d done. “We need to talk.”
Hurt radiated from her instantly, and he wanted to kick himself. He softened his voice. “There’s so much you don’t know yet. I’ll tell you everything, but you have to promise me you’ll keep an open mind and hear me out.”
“I’ll try.”
“Where to start.” Angel blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Come here.” He took hold of her hand and led her back to the bed, moving the folders over so she could sit.
She crossed her arms over her bare chest as she took a seat. “May I borrow a robe?” Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment or leftover passion, he wasn’t sure which.
Retrieving the garment from the back of a nearby chair, Angel handed it to her before donning his boxer briefs. He propped himself up against the dresser while she put on the oversize robe.
“Just start from the beginning,” Ember demanded, resting her hands in her lap.
“Right. Your family line goes back centuries. The blood became diluted over the years by men and women with mating others not of our species. You still carry the blood, but not enough to prevent you from living a halfway normal life.”
“So, what you’re saying is we have screwed ourselves human?”
His lips twitched. Her attempt at humor made her even more precious in his eyes. “Something like that.”
“Vampires really exist. This is just so unbelievable.” Her eyes widened. “Do you know which of my parents carries the blood?”
“Your father.”
Ember let that piece of shocking news sink in. “That explains a lot. His allergies, iron supplements, and restlessness at night. I have so many questions.”
“I know, and I will answer them all, but first we have to make sure you’re safe. As long as the Seeker still lives and breathes, you’re in danger.” The thought of that psycho being anywhere near Ember, enraged Angel.
“What does he want with me?”
“I don’t understand.”
Angel’s reflections turned inward. “Long ago, it was forbidden for us to mate with anyone outside our own kind. My grandfather Marco fell in love with King Edward’s illegitimate daughter, Roselle Anne. He mated with her, and a child was conceived from their union. The baby was born with the dark gift, and therefore couldn’t ingest breast milk. Sources say a maid witnessed Roselle feeding the child animal blood, and ran screaming from the castle. Word reached the king of the abomination, as they called it, and he took a small army with him to investigate.”
“Animal blood?”
“Yes. It works just as well, although not as tasty.” He grinned, showing off the tips of his fangs.
She shifted on the bed. The scent of her arousal reached his nose and skipped straight to his cock. He arranged himself in a more comfortable position in his now too-tight boxer briefs. “Ember…”
“Go on.” Her husky tone left no doubt he affected her also.
Angel had to clear his thoughts of the vixen seated in front of him in order to finish his story. “My grandfather happened to be away visiting relatives when the king and his soldiers stormed his home. I don’t know all the details of everything that happened that day, but upon Edward’s order, Roselle and her child were to be killed and strung up in front of the castle as a warning to any of my kind who dared to procreate with humans again.”
“Oh my God. He had his own daughter killed?”
“Yes.”
“And the baby?”
“One of the kitchen staff managed to hide the child in a secret room beneath the cellar where Marco usually slept.”
“What happened to your grandfather?”
“He lost his mind and went into a fit of rage, slaughtering half the king’s court. He disappeared shortly after that, and wasn’t seen again for nearly a hundred years.”
“Wait…what? So the stories are true. You’re immortal?”
Angel chuckled. “Hardly. But we do have a very long life span.”
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