A Mate for Lance (The Program Book 5)

by Charlene Hartnady

  She made a snorting sound. “I would expect all this fumbling from…what is it you called them? Pimply teenagers? You act like you’ve never seen a woman before or touched one for that matter.”

  “Fumbling?” He tweaked her nipples a little harder, forcing her to swallow down a moan. “A pimply teenager?” He gave a little snort of his own. “I’ll fucking show you a teenager.”

  He spun her around so quickly that she almost lost her footing. If it weren’t for his hands that clamped down on her hips she might have fallen face first onto the top of the vanity. Who was that strange woman in the mirror? The one with her hair half out of her ponytail in wild tangles about her face. The one who was breathing so hard. Good lord, her boobs looked bigger than normal. It must be her level of arousal. She’d never felt this needy before.

  Though her boobs might be big, the rest of her looked smaller because she was dwarfed by the huge vampire behind her.

  His eyes were penetrating. A light frown marred his otherwise perfect features. His skin was dark against her pale complexion. His hands tight on her hips. She could feel his cock against her ass. Hard and ready.

  He cursed and stepped away from her, running a hand through his hair.

  “What’s wrong?” Her voice was a whisper.

  “I’m not permitted to rut you without a condom. I didn’t plan on this so I don’t have one.” He cursed again. Then he gave his head a shake and picked her up, putting her on top of the vanity. “Open your legs.”

  He looked really angry, with his clenched jaw and bulging muscles. His pants were still hanging around his hips and somehow it made him look all the more attractive.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, as he took ahold of her thighs.

  “I promised you an orgasm and I always make good on my promises. It’s a pity because I was looking forward to watching you come all over my dick but I guess I’ll have to settle for having my scalp scratched to shit.” He winked at her.

  “You are too much.” It came out on a choked laugh. “My purse is on the floor. I have condoms.”

  Lance looked relieved one second and amused the next. “I’m completely shocked. I never would have thought that a straight-laced female like yourself would carry condoms. Maybe you’re not as prissy as you look.”

  “I’m not prissy,” she returned, annoyed all over again. “I’m prepared, a girl should always be prepared.”

  “You’ve surprised the hell out of me.” He grinned and she found herself smiling back.

  He picked her up off of the vanity, then leaned down, exposing his perfect ass in the process. Lance handed her the purse from the floor.

  She routed around inside her bag a bit before remembering that the condoms were in the side pocket. “Here we go.” She handed him the foil strip.

  He laughed, dangling the string in his hand. “Six. You’re carrying six? I’m liking you more and more.”

  “The feeling isn’t mutual,” she said unnecessarily. It was moments like this that he almost seemed normal…likeable even, but she wasn’t going to fool herself. He was a jerk. A sexy jerk but a jerk nonetheless. She shouldn’t be doing this but unfortunately he was right in saying that she would regret it if she didn’t. She was also so horny she might just self-combust.

  Lance frowned as he looked at the condoms.

  “What’s wrong now?”

  “I’ve never had to put one of these on.”

  “You’ve never worn a condom?” She couldn’t believe it.

  Lance shook his head. “I’ve never had to before. It’s only since the last heat that they became mandatory.”

  “I thought you were a gigantic slut or something. I heard some of the others talking about your long list of conquests.”

  He rolled his eyes. “So you didn’t read the article about me?”

  She shook her head. “Nope, sorry.” Of course he expected everyone to have read something that was written about him. “One of the ladies mentioned that you said that you didn’t want a mate but I assumed that you still hooked up with all the humans, or most of us, at any rate.”

  He sighed. “I have plenty of sex, just not with human females. Most vampire females cannot have children so free rutting is permitted.”

  “Oh…”

  His gaze moved to her mouth. It seemed to turn hungry and he licked his lips. “I’ve never used one.” He brought one of the foils to his mouth and ripped the corner off. “You will be my first.” He gave her a feral grin that would’ve melted her panties if she had been wearing some.

  Despite him being a condom virgin, he slid the rubber over his cock like a pro. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. “You like it when I touch myself, don’t you?” he asked, surprise in his voice.

  There was no use denying it so she nodded.

  He clenched his jaw for a few beats. “Turn and grab the vanity.” Gruff and no nonsense. It shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. Asshole! It looked like he was going to just fuck her like he promised. No foreplay, no kissing, no…

  He moved in behind her, his eyes locked with hers. Lance put his hands on either side of hers on the vanity. His back was over hers, his head next to hers. She could hear him inhale and exhale in deep breaths.

  She closed her eye waiting for him to penetrate her.

  “Open your eyes.” His voice was in her ear. Deep and commanding. “I told you I wanted you to watch me fuck you.”

  She did as he said. Instead of pounding into her, he slid his cock across her slit. His breathing picked up immediately. Lance pulled a hand off the vanity and used it to clutch her mound. She moaned.

  “Shit.” His voice shook a little. “You’re so damned wet.”

  She bit back a moan as he let his fingers slide between her folds and over her clit. “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes.” Maybe she should’ve hesitated or something. The word came out sounding desperate. He didn’t deserve desperate. She was sure that most of the women who approached him were desperate. She needed to dig deep and find some control.

  “Good.” He grunted as he thrust into her, his hand dropped back down on the vanity.

  Damn but he was big. Shit! She struggled to get air into her lungs. Thankfully, he paused for a few seconds. She could feel his hard chest against her back, his hips flush against her ass. “Fuck, but you feel good.”

  Her channel burned from being so stretched. It felt overwhelming and really good. It felt like too much and not enough.

  “Brace yourself, female.” A hard growl.

  She should hate him even more for not calling her by her name. Maybe he didn’t know her name. They hadn’t exchanged such pleasantries or even been officially introduced. It stood to reason that he probably didn’t know who she was. The thought both horrified and excited her. What the hell was wrong with her?

  He began to thrust. One, two, three. Hard, even strokes that took her breath away from the start. Already, she could feel the coiling deep inside.

  No. Not yet. It was too soon. If she came now, he would throw it in her face. He would tell her how amazing and wonderful he was. His arrogance would reach gigantic proportions.

  Keeping it together was more difficult than she had thought. He made these little grunting noises with every stroke. Even though he’d told her that he wanted her to watch herself, she couldn’t help but to look at him. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth. His eyes were all out glowing. Eerily beautiful. Framed with long, thick lashes that hung about half mast on his hooded eyes.

  Her own lips were pursed and her eyes wide. How embarrassing, her boobs jerked back and forth with each hard stroke. Who knew that a sports bra was a must-have accessory during vampire sex?

  “Fuuuuuck,” he growled, picking up the pace. His brow furrowed and sweat glistened on his skin. He’d gone from chewing his lip to gritting his teeth. She could make out his fangs.

  She didn’t know if it was being taken from behind, or that curve thing his cock did, but he hit her just right
every time. Her clit throbbed. There was this tightening feeling inside her belly. Her skin felt hot and tight.

  She made a strangled sound that made it sound like she was in pain rather than about to have the best orgasm of her existence. Thing was, she was in pain, because there was no way she was coming just yet. Forget it. His knowing smirk would be huge if she let go so soon.

  His hips jerked back and forth in time with her shaking, shuddering body. There was no way to say it nicely…he fucked her harder. Fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before. Heck, those other times had been child’s play compared to this. She could feel him all the way inside of her. Deeper than any man had been before.

  He groaned loudly, agony laced in the drawn out sound. “Come for me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Now.” He tried to use that commanding tone and failed. It felt so good to hear him beg that she almost felt her control slip. Amber clenched her jaw, a bead of sweat sliding between her breasts, a show of her resistance and the only answer to his demands.

  Chapter 7

  What the fuck?

  Lance’s balls were about to explode. It was either going to happen through release or they were going to blow the fuck up.

  Amber’s eyes were wide. Her breathing was erratic and shallow. Her hands white knuckled as she clung to the vanity.

  A tiny whimper passed her lips. One moan and one whimper. That’s all he’d managed to illicit from her. What the fuck! By now she should’ve been screaming his name. Hell, by now she should’ve been preparing for her second release.

  Her wet as fuck sheath clung to him like a vice. He could hear the suction noises their joined bodies were making. Could hear how his body slapped against hers with every thrust. Even his heavy sacs made a thudding noise as they collided with her body. Lord help him but he had never needed to come more in his life. Never.

  He drove deeper and picked up the pace, eliciting another tiny whimper. Of her orgasm, there was no sign. “Come.” A thrust. “For.” Another thrust. “Me.” His legs shook. They all out shook. Sweat dripped off of him. His muscles burned.

  She closed her eyes, allowing her head to fall back just a smidgen. Her breasts bounced. They bounced hard. He’d discovered that many human females put sacks in their breasts to make them bigger. He didn’t have a problem with it. They looked good and felt good but he soon discovered that they weren’t as soft as this. They didn’t move like this. Fuck, he loved this female’s breasts. His balls pulled up and he groaned trying hard not to come.

  Her eyes flashed back open and held his. Her breath was coming in hard pants. He could see that she was close. Her pussy had tightened around him. He was fucking seconds from coming. He had never orgasmed before a female. It was a rule of his. He didn’t do it. He just didn’t…

  Fuck!

  Lance groaned as the first spurt erupted. He frantically sought her clit as an explosive roar burst forth. His entire body shook from head to toe.

  At long fucking last, without making even the tiniest sound, he heard her suck in a breath and felt as her pussy clamped down around him in undulating spasms. He’d heard the other males grumble about how a condom dulled the sensation. How sex wasn’t as good with one on. This was hands fucking down the best orgasm he had ever had. He was tempted to lean over and bite her. To take her blood and feel her shatter into a million more pieces. She would have to scream then.

  His other rule was no drinking without consent. To him, taking blood without permission was wrong, he just didn’t do it. He was on the verge of asking her but held back.

  There was a bored expression on her face. His was still contorted in pleasure. He tried to slow his heart and stop the panting but failed. He was still inside her, dammit. Still moving, still drawing out the amazing sensations. If he didn’t stop now he would end up staying for another round. Shocked to find that he totally wanted to fuck her all over again.

  The female covered her breasts with one of her arms. “Thank you.” She threw him a fake smile.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Lance withdrew, he made a soft grunting noise as he did but only out of pure frustration. He wasn’t fucking done. “Let me get a towel so that you can clean yourself up.”

  “No need.” She pulled a face as she glanced down between his legs.

  The still sheathed condom was a mess. He was a mess. “Oh, yes…fuck…right…” He removed it, throwing it in the trash can in the corner.

  The female handed him a towel. “Here.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Um…that was…interesting,” she said as she stepped into her underwear.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he corrected.

  “It was okay… I guess.” She shrugged. “My vibrator has this setting that is completely mind-blowing. I might just go and use it since I’m still a bit wired.” She gave his dick a glance that had bored written all over it and put on her bra.

  Lance stood there with his sticky cock still as erect as fuck and his mouth wide open.

  “At least we got that out of our system.” She blew out a breath. “I think we should just steer clear of one another from here on out.” She pulled on her shirt. “I’m sure you’ll agree.” She glanced his way as she re-did her ponytail.

  He nodded mutely.

  “We’re in agreement then. Great. This stays between us?” She raised her brows.

  Lance nodded again. His already gaping mouth dropped open some more. He watched as she slid her feet into her flip flops.

  Normally females couldn’t wait to tell the others that he had fucked them. Maybe he was off his game. No. Not a fuck. No, he couldn’t be.

  “Here.” She threw him the remaining five condoms. “Just in case you change your mind about humans. There are plenty of women who would be interested in you.” As in, she wasn’t. So much so that she was pawning him off on the others. What? “Cheers.” She gave him that same little wave she had given Kai earlier and walked out.

  She walked the fuck out.

  His legs felt weak so he sat down. His cock was as hard as nails…mocking him. What the hell had just happened? What the hell…

  ****

  Amber stumbled and nearly fell onto her ass. Then she stumbled a second time and did fall. She knocked her knee on a lounger. Maybe walking at the moment wasn’t the best thing to do. Come on Amber! If he came out right now, her big talking game would be up.

  She let herself fall onto the lounger that she’d hit her knee on. It throbbed a little. There was a good chance it would leave a bruise.

  Ten seconds to catch her breath and then she was out of there. Her whole body vibrated. Her legs felt numb. Her heart still raced. Her clit damn-well still throbbed. What the hell had just happened? The best sex of her life. The best. It made her hate him even more. How dare he be so damned good? How dare he?

  Her first orgasm during sex. Who knew it could feel so good. Who knew? No wonder people had sex often. No wonder they raved about it. She wanted to go back inside the changing room and demand that he do it again. And again.

  Unfortunately, Mr. Arrogant didn’t need the confidence booster; and the sooner she walked away and drove him from her mind, the better.

  To think, up until recently, the only orgasm she had experienced was by her own hand. Amber didn’t own a vibrator. She didn’t know why she kept on saying that she did. Maybe because of how pissed off he looked every time she mentioned it. That was it. Well, tough. It was about time someone took him down a few notches. Maybe, because of her, he would treat the next woman in his life better.

  Amber tried to stand but her legs still felt a bit like extra thick logs. Maybe he had done permanent damage? Ruined her. She wouldn’t put it past him. Asshole. She couldn’t help but to curse him internally even though she rationally knew that she was fine and that Lance had done nothing more than rock her world. Double asshole.

  “Everything okay?” a deep voice asked from somewhere behind her.

  She shrieked and grabbed her chest. Then she s
lowly twisted to look behind her. “Oh it’s you.” It was the same guy that had taken her to Lance’s suite the night before.

  “Are you unwell?” His nostrils flared.

  “I’m fine but could do with a hand.” She put on her best puppy dog look.

  “I prefer not to touch human females.” He frowned. Big time.

  “Why?” She frowned right back at him. “I won’t bite, you know.”

  “I would hope not.” He muttered. Although the remark was flippant, there wasn’t a trace of humor.

  She glanced back at the closed door of the changing room. Any second now, Lance would walk out and her game would be up. He’d know that the sex had affected her more than she cared to admit. He was arrogant enough to assume that her reaction was more than just physical as well, which was absurd.

  “Please.” She held out an arm. “I’m feeling a little shaky…must be low blood sugar or something.” She mumbled, putting emphasis on the or something part of the sentence.

  “Or something,” the big guy said. He took her arm and pulled her up off of the lounger and let her go when she was on her feet.

  With a grimace, he anchored an arm around her and half carried her towards the hotel, taking big strides. By the time the back door of the hotel had closed behind them, she felt semi-normal once more.

  Her legs started to behave like they actually belonged to her again and her heart rate normalized. Her clit still throbbed though and in a big bad way. Amber found herself wishing that she did have a vibrator waiting for her in her room.

  The big, burly vamp released her as they arrived at her suite and aside from a tiny stumble, she was okay. Better than okay, she’d escaped without bighead Lance being any the wiser.

  “Thanks… I’m sorry but I can’t remember your name.”

  “Titan.” One side of his mouth quirked up. “It’s none of my business but I see you’re messing around with Lance. You’ll forgive me but I couldn’t help but notice.”