by Tracy Tappan
She strode up to him with a heavy-lidded look. “Well, then, why don’t we start making everything feel a lot more real?” She tugged the shirt from his waistband.
He exhaled a burst of air and jerked sideways away from her.
She arched her brows at him. “Running away? That’s what boggling does?”
He flushed. “No. I just…I don’t….”
She stepped back. “Let’s take a short station break. How much do you know, exactly? Are you aware of the whole penis-in-the-vagina thing?”
“Jesus,” he hissed, his face turning a deeper shade of red. “Yes, of course. We all took sex ed in school, and…I watched part of a porno once.”
Eee-yikes. “Um, well, those aren’t exactly the best training videos for what women like. So maybe it’d be best if you just follow my lead.”
“No…I mean, yes, following you is fine. It’s just…. It’s hard to get used to the idea that I’m allowed to do this, Toni, okay?” He held up both hands, showing them to her. “I’ve never been allowed to touch you. At all.”
“Oh, honey,” she murmured, her heart warming. “Keep reminding yourself that I’m yours now, okay?” She grabbed his shirttails again, but paused. “I’m going to just do my thing, all right? If I move too fast, you be sure to let me know.” She hauled his shirt off over his head, catching a glimpse of the twin dark patches of hair under his arms. In his armpits and on his head seemed to be the only places on his body he had hair. And…her eyes strayed to the front of his pants. There?
She forced her eyes back up, and smoothed her palms over his tattooed chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath his flesh. “Let your hunger for me guide you,” she whispered. “Don’t think of anything else.” His skin was warm and surprisingly soft over the hard contours of his muscles. Satin over steel…. She swept her thumbs along the ridges of muscle underlying his pecs. A small sound escaped her lips as the raw virility of him sent heat spiraling through her, desire pooling hot and liquid between her thighs.
Jaċken slammed back against the door, a crack of wood, his nostrils flaring.
She gave him a sultry smile. “That’s me. I’m so wet for you, Jaċken.”
His eyes opened wider.
“Touch me, too.” Wrapping a palm around the nape of his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss. “I want your hands on me so much,” she said against his lips. Taking one of his palms, she placed it on her breast.
A breath ripped out of him and rushed into her mouth. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. She locked her palm solidly over the top of his hand at her breast and slanted her lips passionately over his, plunging her tongue deeply into his mouth, delving and exploring, making him kiss her back. God, it was so much better than that drugged-out day in the mansion’s main parlor. Everything was so vivid this time. His tongue was sweet velvet against her own, and the taste of him was like having living fire inside her mouth, with all the burn and none of the pain.
She arched against him until finally, finally, he gave her boob a single, cautious squeeze. Her nipple peaked against his palm, and she moaned low in her throat, the need between her thighs growing hotter, wetter.
Jaċken tore his lips from hers, a long, hissing breath threading between his clenched teeth.
She didn’t want to stop, but it was impossible not to notice that the noises he was making weren’t entirely pleasure-filled. “Jaċken,” she breathed, “what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”
“Jesus, yes. I need to claim you, Toni.” He tunneled his fingers into her hair and tilted her head to one side, his eyes latching onto her throat with glinting hunger.
She looked at his elongated fangs, brilliant white and wickedly sharp, and an unholy thrill curled up her spine. Who would’ve guessed the prospect of being bitten would be such a turn-on, but she’d never wanted anything so much in her life. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“Thank God,” he groaned. He pulled her close and dropped his face to her throat, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other pressing the center of her spine. He nuzzled her flesh, the rush of his breath tickling her as he drew in several deep lungfuls of her scent. She felt him shudder, and her heartbeat picked up its pace.
“Your scent’s already so deep inside my head. Damn….” A low growl rumbled out of him, the animal quality of it spraying gooseflesh up her arms. He latched his lips onto her neck and sucked eagerly at her skin, the pull of his mouth drawing a corresponding tug out of the depths of her womb. Her nipples ripened and puckered, her breathing speeding up. A pulsating power hummed from his fangs, sending a shiver of anticipation through her belly. Suddenly she couldn’t hold her head upright any longer.
Jaċken lifted his own head. “Toni.” His voice was heavy with desire, deep and silky. “Do you know about the first bite hurting?”
“What?” she mumbled.
“Shit,” he cursed softly. “Toni, open your eyes.” His grip on her hair tightened, keeping her head from lolling off her neck. “I need you to listen to me.”
It took a Herculean effort, but she pried open her eyes a little, peering at him through the slit of her lids.
“This is going to hurt,” he told her. “I’m sorry, honey. The first bite always does. Just…hang in for five seconds, then the Fiinţă will kick in and you’ll be fine.”
She nodded drowsily.
He hesitated still. “After you’ve got Fiinţă running regularly through your body, then it’ll never hurt, okay?” His hand at the small of her back urged her snugly against his body.
“It’s all right,” she murmured.
But, no. It wasn’t all right.
As his enormous shoulders hunched over her and his hard jaws snapped closed around her throat, her entire body jerked in pain and shock. Holy Mother of—! What she’d thought would be no worse than a couple of immunization shots felt instead like two daggers plunging into her vulnerable carotid. She cried out, fear rocketing through her.
Blood gushed out of her artery, filling Jaċken’s mouth, bringing such a noise of shattering pleasure out of him, her panic deepened. He sucked harder, and instinct for survival seized her. “Jaċken!” She struggled against him. “Stop!”
He only held her tighter, one arm wrapping around her waist like a steel band, the other hand tangling around a fistful of her hair.
A fear unlike any she’d ever known roared through her. Her eyes flared wide and she hauled in a sharp breath. The sound of Jaċken’s greedy swallowing and his constant rumblings of elation filled her with the absolute certainty that he was going to lose control and drink too much.
He was going to kill her!
Chapter Thirty-four
Toni gasped as Jaċken drove her down to the floor, his heavily muscled body crushing her into the carpet, his fangs still working relentlessly at her throat. “No, Jaċken!” Damn him! She struggled harder, bucking and heaving. “No-oooooh.” Her protest sputtered into a moan as she went utterly limp.
The pleasure was impossible. Fist-sized starbursts of heat were lighting off all over her body, gradually melding into a single large pool of fantastic sensation that—Oh. My. God. Her back spasmed into an arch on its own as the tide of warm molasses ecstasy glided lazily through her extremities, seeped into the trunk of her body, then gathered with mind-altering magnificence right in her crotch. She dug her fingernails into Jaċken’s shoulders, the sultry heat flooding the folds of her sex. She swelled and clenched and…dear God, she was sopping wet. Yes. Oh, yes. Her vagina started to throb with pre-climatic pulsations.
She was panting urgently enough to hyperventilate when that fool man of hers withdrew his wretched, wonderful fangs. “Don’t stop,” she moaned.
He reared above her onto his knees and threw his arms wide. Flinging his head back, he howled in utmost savage glory.
She gaped up at him, stunned rigid.
When he looked down at her again, his eyes were stained unfathomably black with lust. “Fuck, you taste fantastic.” He dropped his gaze
to her heaving breasts, then surprised the hell out of her by grabbing the front of her wraparound blouse and yanking hard. Like a special effects tear-away blouse, it came off in one pull, bra and all.
“J-Jaċken,” she stuttered, “my God.”
He paused a moment to stare in fierce-eyed admiration at her best feature, then with a low, almost purring snarl, he clamped his hand around her bare breast. He massaged and molded it, clumsy and too rough, but her nipple hardened anyway, and in the next breath, his face was pressed between her cleavage. He kissed her there, his breath warming her flesh, then moved to lap at one of her nipples. She dug her fingers into his hair, encouraging him. He latched onto the tight bud with his lips, suckling her with such strong pulls a low groan pushed passed her lips.
Immediately, he jerked off her.
“Don’t stop,” she protested again. “It’s so good.”
“Holy shit.” His voice was a deep rasp of amazement.
She followed the direction of his gaze down to the front of his black pants. The crotch was bulging outward.
With unsteady hands, he unclasped his belt, then slowly undid his button fly. Pop…pop…pop…. Boxer briefs came into view, actual ones, not workout gear.
Her mouth went dry. It looked like a lead pipe had been stuffed down the front of his underwear.
“Yeah.” He eagerly pushed his briefs down his hips, his erection springing into view. “Shit yeah.”
A pleased sound broke from her throat. She’d never seen such a fine a piece of male equipment in all of her dating years. He was in possession of both length and girth, and…beautiful. No bulging veins marred his length, as was so often the case with this part of a man, and the top of him wasn’t some purple, bulbous head. He was impeccably smooth, pure white marble from his thatch of black hair—hair!—all the way out.
“That,” she breathed, “would’ve been a waste of some fine male apparatus if I hadn’t come along.” She wrapped her fingers around the jutting appendage.
“Hell!” His body convulsed, and he wrenched her fingers away. “I need to come inside you to complete the bond between us, Toni, not all over this damned room.”
“All over the room?” She pushed up onto her elbows, lifting her eyebrows high. “Wow. Is there something about the Vârcolac male’s trajectory abilities I should know before we—?”
Her sentence gasped to a halt when Jaċken towered to his feet, pulling her up with him. “Get undressed,” he ordered her.
The command was clipped curtly and the way in which he’d just helped her up was rather abrupt, but she didn’t complain. The high voltage of power emanating from him suggested a discussion about his manners wouldn’t have been prudent just then.
“Okay.” She slipped out of her pencil skirt, letting it drop to her ankles, then shoved her panties down and kicked both garments aside. She stood before him naked, the wash of air over her body keeping her aroused nipples crinkled into erect points.
Jaċken pinned blazing eyes onto her triangle of curls. “Blonde,” he said on a resonant growl. “I thought the hair down there was supposed to be darker than what’s on your head.”
Her laugh was a little uneven; understandable, considering she was the only one completely naked in the room and her private area was being all but devoured by a pair of black eyes. “Well, I don’t dye my hair, so my down there matches my—”
“It’s pretty. Get on the bed.” He gestured brusquely. “I want to look at it.”
Her heart stumbled to a standstill. “You want to…to…?” Look at it?
He plowed forward, giving her little choice but to hurry over to the bed and hike herself up onto it or risk being run over. She scooted to the middle of the mattress and settled back on her elbows, her legs crossed at the ankles.
Jaċken kicked his boots aside, then nearly ripped the seams of his pants hauling them off. Her lips parted as she watched his muscles ripple and bulge with the task of stripping himself down to buck-gorgeous-nakedness.
The mattress dipped as he planted a knee on it. “Lie back.” He climbed toward her. “Bend your knees.”
Shivering even though it wasn’t cold, she did what he asked, swallowing hard as he bore down on her. Excitement dizzied her senses and—how unexpected—her belly quaked with a little nervousness of her own.
Jaċken placed a hand on each of her bent knees and pushed them apart. A breath slid out of him. “Look at that.” His eyes drank in the sight of her. “You’re so pink.”
She made a tight noise in her throat, her core giving a little pulse. Who knew being inspected could be so arousing and—
Yipe! Her body lurched violently when he swirled his fingertips through the little curls covering her mons, his touch sending an avalanche of sparks tripping through her pelvis.
He jerked his hand away. “What just happened?”
“That,” she gasped out, “felt good.”
He regarded her strangely. “Just that?”
She gave him the best droll look she could muster just then. “Would you like me to touch your hair down there, Jaċken?”
His lips slanted. “Point taken.” He reached for her again, his fingers trailing along her sensitive inner thigh, sending more shivers racing through her body. He hunkered down between her thighs to get a better view, his broad shoulders forcing her legs wide. Oh, God, what’s he going to—
A moan of sheer pleasure erupted from her throat as he slicked a finger along the length of her moist cleft. The biggest shudder yet wracked her body.
He made a fascinated humph noise, and involved several more fingers in his examination. He gently explored every pink, dewy fold of her, spreading her lips and—oh, sweet death—discovering her clitoris.
“J-Jaċken,” she stammered out, her thighs starting to quiver. “Jaċken, please….”
“Damn, you are wet.”
She stared fixedly at the familiar sixteen-bulb light fixture overhead with an unholy mix of profound embarrassment and gut-punching arousal when he leaned in close to her opening and inhaled a deep breath. “Smell good, too. Hell, woman, if you could bottle and sell this scent, you’d make a mint.” He pushed the tip of his finger experimentally into the entrance to her body.
That’s it! “Jaċken,” she gulped out. “Honey…sweetheart.” She could hardly breathe her heart was beating so fast. “I need you to come up here to me.”
His head popped up above her hips, a concerned look on his face. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no. I just need you inside me, is all.” Too fast? Was she going too fast?
“I’m not done. I want to touch you all over.” He bared his teeth in a grin that showed his fangs. “Taste you.”
She actually gulped. That would kill her right about now. She grabbed hold of his arms and urged him up her body, settling him between her legs. “You can touch me later.”
“But—”
Reaching between their bodies, she grabbed his sex and positioned him at her entrance. She felt him stiffen, heard him make a surprised noise. “Right now”—she gripped his butt—“you’re driving me crazy.” She pulled him in, hard.
A guttural, roaring shout erupted out of him as he landed deep inside her, his shaft gliding easily on her slippery wetness. She moaned and arched her spine in pleasure, wanting more. He was a fulsome weight inside her, hard and powerful and throbbing, the size of him stretching her sheath in a promise of fantastic friction once he got going.
If he got going.
Right now he was frozen above her on quaking arms, his lips slack, his eyes huge.
“It’s all right,” she assured him breathlessly. “It’s so good, honey.”
He remained frozen in place. A bead of sweat lazed out of his hairline and down his temple.
“Try moving, okay?” She lifted her hips toward him in encouragement.
He gave a small, experimental thrust. An enormous shudder rocked his body, and he slammed to a halt. “I can’t,” he hissed. “It’ll end.”
He squinched his eyes closed, a vein pulsing visibly in his forehead.
Oh, boy. This wasn’t working. “Why don’t you lie on your back?” She nudged him over with a hand on his shoulder, making sure they didn’t separate as she settled on top of his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. Her lips slackened as a surge of sensation crested in her. His thick sex was penetrating her more deeply in this position, the tip of him kissing a pleasure spot immersed within the farthest reaches of her core. The raging need to feel every long inch of him burned through her. She slowly lifted up on her knees, sliding off his shaft to the ridge of his head, then sank back down. A small cry tumbled past her lips.
He shouted again, his hands clamping her waist to still her movements.
“No, Jaċken.” She pried his fingers off. “This is where you need to keep your hands.” She raised his arms above his head, the tattoos on his chest undulating, and made him wrap his fingers around the bottom edge of the headboard. “Don’t let go.”
He gave her a dark, panicky look.
“You want me to have my pleasure, too, don’t you?”
Apparently that convinced him. He didn’t interfere this time when she started to rock her hips against him, slowly setting a rhythm. She tried to maintain a moderate tempo, she really did, but he just felt too good inside her, and before she knew what was happening, she had her chin tucked to her chest, her eyes squeezed shut, and her palms planted flat on his chest as she slammed up and down on top of him, so vigorously it was as if she had some perverse need to knock her cervix into her stomach. An endless string of pleasure-noises spilled out of her.
“Oh, yes!” A knot in her womb started to loosen. God! It’d been so long since she’d climaxed, she’d almost forgotten how the beginnings of it felt. “Jaċken,” she panted, “I’m going to come, just…just….”
He was clutching the headboard for dear life, his head arched back into the mattress, teeth and fangs gritted, the veins in his neck straining against his skin. “Toni.” Her name was a gnashed warning: he couldn’t hold on any longer.
