Then he roared and all hell broke loose.
His body hardened around her, his cock growing impossibly thicker, until she thought a tree trunk filled her channel. Then he began to move and she whimpered, wondering if she was woman enough to take all of him. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, concentrating on the glide and jerk of his powerful cock.
Then her inner tissues gave, moistening further, caressing his shaft. Her hips circled encouraging him to screw himself inside her, until he moved easily, stretching her to suit his massive cock.
He straightened away from her back and his hands sought her rump, a bruising grip that held her still while he pounded at her pussy.
Lily moaned and grunted harshly at the end of each of his powerful strokes, feeling the heavy, jackhammer thrusts pushing so deep inside her, she swore he stroked her heart.
His voice changed, no words uttered, just harsh, guttural groans that incited her to claw higher toward the peak. Then she was soaring, coming outside herself, splintering into a thousand shards of brittle glass. She screamed, and then screamed again when he hauled her up into his arms. He roughly nuzzled through the hair clinging to the perspiration on her neck until he found her skin.
The sharp sting of his bite pierced the sensual haze and her eyes flew open. She saw them in the mirror, kneeling on the bed, her knees spread open across his thighs, his hands working her hips up and down on his cock while he fed.
Thought, crisp coherence, was impossible at the cool rush of blood flowing out of her body, pulled from her head and extremities to feed his voracious hunger. She grew faint, pinpoints of black clouding her vision, and then she saw his face, bent over her flesh. Not Joe’s face at all. A vampire’s!
Her last thought as she was pulled into the void was she’d finally found one.
* * * * *
The vampire savored the rich, hot blood that flowed over his tongue, quenching the thirst that raged in his soul. He crashed his hips upward, impaling the woman on his hard shaft, tunneling endlessly. Growling, his hands gripped her hips bouncing her buttocks on his lap, then sliding her forward and back as his fevered motions brought him to release.
His cock exploded and he disengaged his teeth from her neck to howl, his cum bursting from his loins in a raw, hot torrent. Jetting into the woman—his woman.
Finally, the wildness inside him quieted, and he let his head fall back on his shoulders to draw deep, cleansing breaths of air. As his body reformed, a niggling awareness grew that something wasn’t right.
Joe opened his eyes. The sheen of perspiration dried on his skin, making him shiver beneath the oscillating blades above him. Lily lay inside his embrace, her head lolling on her neck, her body limp.
Horrified, Joe pressed her head to the side and looked at the twin rivulets of blood that trickled down her neck onto her breast. Like obscene red scars. Had he taken too much? He’d been so out of control, he’d passed all human consciousness when he’d taken her. He couldn’t be sure.
Sick at heart, he opened his lips around the wounds and licked her skin to close them, then turned her in his arms to lay her on the bed. Leaning over her, he cleansed away the trail of blood, stroking her flesh with his tongue.
She stirred and he leaned back, kneeling on the bed beside her. Her lids fluttered open and she smiled sleepily at him.
“Wow!” she said softly.
“How do you feel?” he asked, anxious to know whether he’d harmed her.
“Mmmm. Sore.” She wrinkled her nose. “Deliciously so.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“Lily.” Joe didn’t want her going to sleep, not if he needed to get her to a hospital.
Lily’s eyes blinked. “Are we doing this, again?” she asked, a grin breaking across her face. “Because if we are, I’m afraid you’re going to have to do all the work. I’m limp as a noodle.”
“Are you sure you’re all right? Are you feeling dizzy? Try sitting up.” He lifted her shoulders off the bed.
Her arms snaked around his neck and she hugged him tightly, and then her lips brushed the edge of his jaw and slid down to nuzzle the corner of his neck. “Did I tell you how much I love your smell?” she murmured.
At that point, Joe figured Lily was just fine with no symptoms worse than a sore pussy and fatigue from his energetic attentions. He relaxed then felt a grin stretch his mouth. She’d been overcome with passion. His passion. Hot damn!
Joe closed his arms around her and carried her to the bed, rolling her beneath him. “Do you need to sleep?”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened. “Like I said, I’m a little sore there.”
Joe gave her a heavy-lidded stare. “Care to make another choice?”
She winced, her face heating. “Do I have to say it?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He liked her lady-like reticence. He liked it even better when she forgot her manners and screamed what she wanted.
“Why? You’re a guy. Don’t you just do what you want, anyway?”
“Last time I looked, there were two of us in this bed. I had mine. It’s your turn to choose.”
She huffed. “I suppose we’ll just lay here like this all night unless I tell you, won’t we?”
“Yup.”
“I want…” Her gaze dropped to his chin. “I want you to…give it to me in the ass.” She said the last in a rush, and then looked back into his eyes.
Joe pressed his lips together to smother a grin. Her embarrassment was adorable—pink chagrin and pearly white indecision biting her lips. “So do you want preliminaries this time?”
She scowled at him now. “You’re making fun of me. I don’t know if I like that.”
“Let me make amends,” he whispered. “Please? For being rough before.”
“But I liked it,” she said softly.
Joe searched her gaze until he was satisfied she told the truth. “I don’t like to lose control like that. You don’t have to be afraid. It won’t happen again.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but Joe pressed a finger to her lip. “You don’t have to say it. I know I wasn’t gentle. It was just…” He hated baring his soul, but she deserved the words. “You were so damn sexy. So hot. I couldn’t keep it together.”
“You mean, because I acted like a whore?”
“No!” If he hadn’t seen the vulnerability beneath her steady stare he would have shaken her. “You were naked. Not just your body. Your desire. I’ve never been so turned on. It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes filled and she turned her head. When she looked back at him, her gaze was curious. “So tell me more about these…preliminaries.”
Joe felt uneasy, knocked off-center by the depth of passion he’d found with the professor. He’d loved Darcy—loved his old partner still, but the woman beneath him intrigued him from her sweetly rounded curves to her shy, inquisitive stare. If he weren’t careful, she’d creep into his heart. It was a good thing he’d be out of there soon. In the meantime, he’d better keep things light.
“Well, I haven’t tasted these little berries yet,” he said, his gaze dipping to her chest. “And while I’ve probed the depths of your pretty pussy, I haven’t tasted the well water…thoroughly.”
Lily’s breath gusted on a laugh. “What about me?” She circled her mouth with her tongue. “Although as large as you are, it may take me all night to explore every inch of your cock.”
Joe felt his proud flesh respond to her compliment, growing to nudge her inner thigh. “So we’re agreed? I get to order the breast pâté for the appetizer, followed by the soup—”
“Soup!” She slapped his shoulder. “Don’t you dare say it!”
“Du Pussy.”
She let out a shriek of laughter. “What do I get? The leg of mutton?”
He winced. “Doesn’t quite have the same connotation. How about a spicy burrito!”
She wrinkled her nose. “Beans.”
“A foot-long…”
She appeared to ponder it
for a moment, and then shook her head. “Too obvious.”
Joe waggled his eyebrows. “Filet of love muscle?”
She gave a very unladylike snort. “I can’t believe we’re talking like this.”
Joe stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “Why? Because it’s silly?”
“No, because I’m dying to ask you to do one thing for me,” she said, her voice so soft he had to lean close to hear her.
“Baby, my body is yours to command,” he whispered.
“Let me watch you while you change.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Lily held her breath as she waited for him to respond. How she’d kept it light since waking from her vampire’s “kiss” she’d never figure out. She wanted to burst, to crow, to fling open her windows and scream it to the world, Vampires do exist!
Of course, her very first thought when she’d woken to find him hovering over her was whether he was going to drain her dry, but the guilty concern he’d shown as she’d tried to recover her wits had pretty much told her Joe wouldn’t harm her.
The ominous stare he gave her now, however, had him inching back up the creepy scale.
“Talk to me,” she said, nervously licking her lips. “Are you wondering what gave you away?”
One eyebrow lifted, but he didn’t answer.
She took it as a cue to continue. “My first clue was when I touched you with the cross. You hissed like it burned.” She gave him an impish grin. “Of course, every Dracula in any Psych ward would do the same, but you looked embarrassed.”
Still, he didn’t speak. But his incredulous expression had her wondering if he’d even noted he’d given her that little clue. She didn’t have to remind herself a broody, unsmiling vampire lay draped across her body. Her nerves jumped and her mind raced on, her tongue following close behind. “Then of course there’s the whole thing on my balcony. Not the shooting cum on the floor thing—the flying up to get there. Mind you, I had thought the bat-thing was pure Hollywood.”
“And no one has a cock like yours, besides John Holmes—although I’ve never actually seen any of his films, so for all I know it’s a really bad comparison. The fact is, I knew vampires had an odd erotic reputation, but I didn’t know how they earned it.”
“But the real clincher was the blood drinking. I’ve given blood before. Pints to the Red Cross, in fact. But never once did I nearly orgasm from my donation. If that was the normal affect, blood banks wouldn’t have to hold drives.” She finally ran out of nervous steam. “Talk to me. You’re awfully quiet.”
“You saw me in the mirror,” he said flatly.
She nodded slowly, feeling his weight press her into the mattress. “Guess that whole mirror thing’s a myth, huh?”
“You weren’t freaked?”
“No!” she rushed to assure him. “It’s incredible! I’ve been searching for evidence for years. If I’d known all I had to do was place an ad—”
“Stop it.”
Lily’s euphoria dissipated. Joe’s expression was dark as a thundercloud. She made a note to tread lightly until she understood what put the kink in his underwear. Then she remembered, how vampires were made. If that piece of the lore was true, he’d likely nearly died to complete the transformation.
“All right,” she said. “I’m sorry about my…enthusiasm. I’ve annoyed you and acted terribly rude.” She caressed him from his shoulder to his fine, round buttocks, relieved when his muscles clenched in response to her shivery touch. “How did it happen?” she asked softly.
“Leave it. We’re not talking about that,” he said, his tone flat and remote. He shifted off her. “We’ve gotten off topic. I have questions I need answering.”
Disturbed by his sudden change of mood, she rolled to follow him, not willing to lose the intimacy of their skin-to-skin connection. “Wait a second. You promised me preliminaries.”
“I promised another go. After my questions are answered.”
She spread her legs over his hips and snuggled her pussy onto his semi-erect cock. “Maybe I won’t be in the mood.”
He raised one dark eyebrow. “Lady, according to you, you’re always in the mood.”
He had her there. Lily felt a chill and resisted the urge to cover her body. If he wanted answers he’d just have to get them from her naked and pressed to the heart of his masculinity. If it was a quarter as difficult for him to think as it was for her while she oozed all over him, then tough!
“This has to do with what you told me at the coffee shop,” she said, curving her back to rub her cleft along his length. “You want to be human again.”
He inhaled sharply, flaring his nostrils. His heavy hand landed on her backside, halting her movements. “Have you ever read anything that says how this condition can be reversed?”
Lily slid her lips across his collarbone. “No. Like I said before, I’ve only seen it depicted on TV.”
Joe pushed her off his body and turned to sit on the side of the bed, his back to her. “Give me something—a name, somewhere to look,” he said, his voice ragged.
Lily reached to caress him, but her hand hovered in the air. The rigid set of his shoulders warned her away. “I can’t think of anything. One of my sources, a woman who delves in voodoo and pagan spiritualism might know someone. I can’t make any promises, but—”
“You’ll take me to her.” He glanced back at her.
She couldn’t have said no if she’d wanted to. His look of desperation cut straight to her soul. “Yeah. I’ll call her in the morning.”
He nodded and exhaled. “So now that you know, how will you sleep? Won’t you be afraid?”
Lily smiled. “I plan to keep you too busy to think of your stomach for the rest of the night. You guys do rest during the day, don’t you?”
“Like the dead,” he replied dryly.
“I’ll make the call tomorrow. But it being a Saturday, I won’t have to leave in the morning. I’ll sleep with you.” She knelt behind him and kissed his shoulder. “So we really do have the rest of the night to make love.”
“Fuck. We’re fucking, Professor.”
“All right.” She blushed at his blunt words, but he was right. She’d allowed a stranger to enter her bedroom—one she’d considered slightly deranged. And she’d begged him to take her. That fact didn’t speak too highly for her moral fiber. If he thought she was a whore, it was only to be expected. Still it stung.
“I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I don’t want to give you false expectations about what’s happening here,” he said, drawing a deep breath. “I need information and to scratch an itch. When I get what I came for, I’m out of here.”
Lily swallowed and nodded that she understood. She couldn’t have gotten the words past her tongue to save her life. Her disappointment was too keen. Here was proof of her lifelong obsession and the most incredible lover she’d ever had. But their time together was limited.
She cleared her throat. “Well, since that clock is ticking, don’t you think it’s time you made good on your promise?”
Lily squealed when he twisted, his arms grasping her waist. He took her down to the bed. Lily found herself once more lying beneath his long, hard body. She told herself to remember every detail, every touch, every scent, and every whispered moan. Because she knew she’d never experience the likes of Joe Garcia again.
As his head lowered, she committed his handsome face to memory.
“You’re thinking too much,” he said, his mouth hovering centimeters from hers.
“Will I get a chance to ask questions, too?”
His mouth thinned for a moment, and then he nodded curtly. “I guess that’s fair.”
She raised her head to glide her lips over his, and then settled back on the pillow again. “So tell me…”
He groaned. “Now?”
She laughed softly and squeezed her thighs together to trap his cock. “Were you this big when you were human?”
Joe’s mouth curved into a feral grin. “Not quite.
”
“Hmmm. So along with pointy teeth, I should be looking for gargantuan cocks. Guess I’ll have to add a few more questions to my survey.”
“Think any guy’s going to tell the truth?”
She traced the outer shell of his ear with her fingertip and grinned. “Looks like I’ll have to bring a ruler.”
Joe’s eyes narrowed, but Lily knew from his rapidly hardening flesh nudging her portal that he wasn’t going to pull away this time. “What you’re doing is dangerous, you know.”
“Who’s to say the next vamp who walks in won’t be as ‘honorable’ as you?”
“Exactly my point.”
She lifted her chin. “What will it matter? You won’t be around.”
“True. But I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”
“Well, it won’t be any of your business.” Lily wriggled her hips so his thick head was glazed with her passion. “Are you trying to weasel out of our deal?”
“A promise is a promise.” He scooted down the bed until his face was poised above one breast. “Preliminaries…mmmm.” His tongue darted out to flicker at her nipple.
Lily arched her back to push her nipple into his mouth. His teeth closed over the tip and he bit it. Then he sucked it into his mouth, pulling hard, his tongue swirling around her areola.
“Oh God!” Her fingers clutched the back of his head and she held him close. No way was he going anywhere. Her thighs widened around his chest and she slid her calves along his sides, writhing under and around him while he tortured her breast.
Already she could feel the tension build deep within her belly, curling tightly, readying her vagina with a soft slow convulsion that spilled fluid from her pussy. The sharp scent of her arousal filled the air.
Joe released her breast and lapped at the tender underside. He pulled down one of her hands from where it had curled around his ears and pressed it to the breast he’d tormented. “Play with this, while I see to her twin.”
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