Kiss of the Night

by Sylvia Day

  “Because of your career?”

  “I doubt what you smuggle would be of any importance to my political enemies, only the fact that I’m consorting with a known criminal would matter.” She released her breath in a rush. “Illegal drugs and weapons serve one purpose—to hurt people for profit. I couldn’t sleep with a man knowing he took part in that, regardless of how much I was tempted to.”

  Alex locked his hands behind his back, bringing the muscular beauty of his biceps and shoulders into stark relief.

  Heavens, he was gorgeous. A living work of art.

  Her fingers toyed with her spoon before she began to eat again. She was so nervous she couldn’t even enjoy the food, but going through the motions gave her something to do.

  “I could lie to you, Briana, just to fuck you.” His blunt statement was punctuated by a rapid succession of images in her mind—images of his mouth on her, his hands on her, his tongue licking her nipples and lapping up the cream between her legs. She saw him as he was dressed now and herself as she was dressed now. He clutched her to him and pinned her to the bulkhead. She could feel him, all of him, his cock driving into her aching pussy with such force her feet left the floor.

  Sweat broke out on her skin as her spoon clattered into the bowl. “Oh God…” she moaned, her entire body shaking with lust as the pictures came in a torrent so forceful she could scarcely register them all.

  “Or I could make you want me so badly that what I do for a living wouldn’t matter to you.” His low voice was accompanied by the feel of talented fingers plucking at her nipples, then moving between her legs.

  It was all in her mind, she knew. The scent of his skin…the warmth of his breath…the expertness of his touch…

  Briana pushed back from the table so fast she knocked the chair over. Alexei turned to face her in a graceful movement, completely in control.

  “Stop it,” she said, in a shaky voice.

  With an arch of his brow, the images and sensations disappeared.

  Leaning against the table with one hand, she took shuddering breaths, willing her pulse to slow.

  “I wanted you to know, Bree, that I have no reason to lie. You’d spread your legs eagerly if I wanted you to. You might hate us both in the morning, but if all I wanted was to fuck or feed, that wouldn’t matter. Vamps have their Calling for a reason—to survive. Subduing prey is nothing to us.”

  He moved toward her with predatory grace, the wide legs of his pants swirling around his bare feet. “But your feelings do matter to me, so I’ll tell you the truth. I don’t smuggle drugs or weapons any longer, but I did at one time.”

  “Damn you.” She shivered with desire. “You could have just said what you meant and not tortured me first.”

  He reached the table and began clearing it, moving the dishes to the sideboard. “But then you couldn’t be certain.”

  “How can I be certain now?” Frustrated by his calm in the face of her falling apart, she cast off any illusions of hiding her thoughts. “I want you. I wanted you before, but now it’s unbearable. I’d fuck you on a crate of blasters at this moment and you know it.” Briana straightened and moved away with rapid strides, determined to get to her room and take care of herself.

  But Alex moved too quickly. Before she knew what hit her, she was flat on her back on the table. “Damn it!” she snapped, hitting his rock-hard chest ineffectually with her hands. “I wanted you to wait for it. Beg for it!”

  As if he would. He could get it from anyone.

  “I only want it from you,” he murmured, catching her flailing fists and kissing the knuckles.

  “Why?” She stared up in him, startled by the sweet gesture.

  “Does there have to be a reason?” Nimble fingers dipped into the valley between her breasts and lifted the two halves of the sheet away. His breath sucked in sharply at the sight of her nakedness. For a moment she was cold and then the heat of his gaze chased the chill away. She watched in stunned, aroused amazement as his fangs descended and then very slowly ascended again.

  “What the…?”

  Shaking his head, Alex spread his fingers and ran them over the swell of her breasts until he reached the tips. “Not tonight.” He met her gaze. “Not ever, if you don’t want.” He licked his lips and then bent his head, his tongue swirling around one hard, aching nipple with breathtaking skill before moving to the other.

  Bree arched upward helplessly. She wanted him to wrap his mouth around her and suck. She wanted his fingers on her skin and inside her body. She wanted him to fulfill those images he’d shown her earlier. Damn it, she wanted. Badly.

  “Uh-uh,” he said softly. “Not tonight. You’re too worked up, too hot for it. You’re not thinking clearly and you’ll need to be in order to make up your mind. I don’t want any regrets between us.”

  She pressed her breasts into his hands. “You want me to beg.”

  “No, sweetness. I’ve got no problem doing the begging. In fact, I’m looking forward to it.” Alexei leaned over, resting his cheek on her bare stomach, his talented hands kneading her flesh. His tongue snaked out and dipped in her navel. “When you’re ready and not a minute sooner.”

  “I’m ready.” And she was. She believed him completely and she trusted him. How could she not? He’d stood between her and a blaster shot after she’d already paid him. He’d had nothing to gain. His concern today had been genuine.

  “No, you’re horny,” he argued with a low chuckle. “That’s not the same thing.”

  She shifted her fingers through his dark silky hair and sensed the lust he held tightly restrained. There were depths to this man she hadn’t considered, because she hadn’t known about them. She’d been captivated by his physical beauty, but there was so much more to learn, like the glimpse of tarnished honor that surprised and pleased her. He could fuck her now, but he held himself in check. For her.

  Alex straightened and removed his vest, arresting her attention with the rippling muscles of his torso. As he lowered himself over her, Briana spread her legs to make room for his body, absolutely and completely unconcerned that she was laid out for him like a feast. The hard, clenched planes of his stomach made contact with the damp flesh between her thighs and she groaned, the fever in her blood rising until her skin was covered with sweat.

  Alex’s hips undulated, sliding his ridged abdomen along the folds of her pussy and she gasped as another wave of heat swept through her.

  “Could I make you come like this?” he wondered aloud. Resting his elbows on the table, he reached for her nipples and shimmied again. “Just our bodies touching, nothing more?”

  “I don’t know,” she said breathlessly. “Could you?”

  When he arched a brow, she explained. “Unlike you, I’m not easy. It takes a lot of work to make me orgasm. Most men get frustrated and give up.”

  The smile that curved his lips took her breath away. “I won’t give up.” He rolled her nipples between his fingertips, his grin widening as her eyes half closed on a pleasured moan. “I have forever, sweetness, but it won’t take nearly that long.”

  “It’s not my fault.” Bree sighed. “I love sex and I love to orgasm. I just can’t seem to do both at the same time.”

  He chuckled. “That’s the problem with you humans. You’re always in a hurry. Some things take time and an attention to detail.”

  Time. She always wished she had more of it. Especially now. Alexei Night was a luxury to be savored.

  Her hands moved from his nape to stroke his spine, loving the way he arched into her touch. She’d heard vamps were very responsive and sensual creatures. She’d like to test that theory by tying Alex to his decadent bed and having her way with him for hours.

  “I’d like that too,” he whispered.

  “No fair.” Her lower lip stuck out in a pout. “I don’t have the ability to know what you’re thinking.”

  He licked her lip and then began to move, stroking his torso along her clit, inciting a riot of sensations that tigh
tened her womb and made her breasts swell in his hands. His taste—dark, exotic and richly intoxicating—flavored her mouth. Bree wanted him to kiss her and let her taste him more deeply, but he wouldn’t give her what she wanted. And he was doing it on purpose, she knew.

  “I’m thinking patience isn’t one of your virtues,” he teased. “I’m thinking you like hard, quick fucks, but you don’t get enough foreplay beforehand to orgasm from them. I think your skin feels like satin and smells delicious.”

  Bree groaned. She was dying here and he was far too collected for her tastes. Hoping to goad him out of his rigid control, she moved sinuously beneath him, her nails raking his back, her legs wrapping around his lean waist. She lifted her head and bit his earlobe. “You feel so good,” she breathed.

  The tightening of his muscles was the only indication that she’d moved him at all.

  She rubbed her aching nipples against his chest, torturing herself in her attempt to torment him. “I’ve dreamed of you, Alexei.”

  “Lay back, Bree,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm with a hint of indulgent amusement. “Just enjoy it.”

  She fell back onto the table. “You suck.”

  He laughed. “I will later, if that’s what you’d like.”

  Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feel of his body stroking her pussy and the tight clench of his fingertips on her nipples. Drenched in sweat and aching all over, she arched her neck and whimpered in pleasure.

  Yes. Alex’s low purring voice floated through her mind. Don’t think about me, sweetness. My pleasure will be found in yours.

  “I wanted to please you.”

  You do.

  “I-I want to be special.”

  You are. His tongue licked the column of her throat, tracing the line of a rapidly pulsing vein.

  Locking her ankles together, Briana rocked in counter-rhythm to his movements, allowing the stark eroticism of the moment to sweep through her. Alexei was in her arms, just as she’d longed for him to be, and the pleasure of his embrace went far beyond what she’d imagined.

  His hot, wet mouth closed around her breast and sucked leisurely, a slow insistent tugging she felt all the way to her core. The need to come became a driving force and she writhed beneath him, scratching his back, struggling for it, hating the desperation she felt at the thought that she might not make it there. Again.

  I’ll take you there, he soothed, his mouth working her nipple expertly. Just relax.

  “Now, Alexei!”

  Patience.

  Frustrated tears squeezed past her lashes and fell into her hair. Her skin was too tight, too hot. Her cunt spasmed desperately. Aching…needing…wanting… She bucked beneath him. “Fuck me!”

  Alex’s arms shot underneath her hips and lifted her higher. He altered position, aligning his rigid cock to her slit and thrust through the lips—once, twice, thrice—the material of his pants creating a luscious friction on her clit.

  That was all she needed to come.

  “Oh God!” Briana bowed upward with her orgasm, her cunt grasping greedily for his cock and finding nothing to hold. Sensing her need, he slid one hand underneath her thigh and thrust two fingers into her drenched pussy. He continued to rock his cock against her clit, taking her from one tantalizing release to another. And then another. Starved for him, she took everything he offered and demanded more.

  He rode her until she begged him to cease, her skin so sensitive she couldn’t bear to be touched. Lowering her to the table with infinite care, he brushed the curls from her face before kissing her softly. His fingers left her cunt and she whimpered at the loss. Then she shivered as he put them in his mouth and sucked them clean, his tongue swirling around each one with a soft, pained groan.

  The solicitousness of his movements angered her. She was naked, sweating, vulnerable, while the devastating vamp looked no different than he had at dinner—cool, calm and completely in control of his desire. Before he could step away, Bree cupped his cock with her hands, not at all surprised to find his pants soaked with her cream.

  No! He caught her wrists.

  “Yes,” she insisted, fighting his grip. She lifted her gaze to his, her determination obvious.

  She held on. He held on. Between them raged a silent battle for control.

  “I just had a brutal lesson in patience, Alexei. I may not have forever to show you what I learned, but I do have two weeks.”

  As he breathed deep, his nostrils flared. His eyes narrowed and burned with something not quite human, but she wasn’t afraid. She knew without a doubt he would never hurt her. It was strange to be so certain about an almost complete stranger, but she was.

  Smiling, she teased, “Don’t be so stubborn.”

  His hands tightened a moment and she thought he would refuse, and then they fell away.

  Hurrying before he changed his mind, Bree tugged at his waistband. The comfortable material stretched and lowered, catching on the tip of his upthrust shaft which tented the front. Pulling harder on the elastic, she freed him and gasped.

  “Wow.” She blinked, awed at the sight of him. Alexei Night was thick, very thick and long. She licked her lips and he groaned. “No wonder you’re so cocky.” She giggled. “No pun intended.”

  Fascinated by the size and perfectly formed beauty of his cock, she stroked it, admired it and coveted it. He clasped his hands behind him, granting her permission to do whatever she wished. Pleased, she looked up at him. And stilled.

  Alex stood unmoving, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticced in protest. As she watched him, he shuddered, the momentary break in his reserve betraying a wealth of desire ruthlessly leashed. He wasn’t in as much control as he tried to appear. In fact, her best guess would be that he was teetering on the verge of losing it.

  And she wanted to push him over.

  Tracing the thick veins that lined the proud shaft, Bree marveled at the silken texture and unbelievable hardness. She reached lower and cupped the heavy sac below, testing its weight. “You have no hair here,” she noted, her palms tingling wherever she touched him.

  Do you like that? Even in her thoughts, his voice was strained.

  “Oh yes. What’s not to like?”

  He shuddered again and his balls drew up tight in her hands. Gripping his cock with two fists, she began to pump. He hissed and threw his hips forward.

  Harder.

  She gentled her touch.

  Faster.

  She slowed down.

  Damn it, Bree!

  She grinned. “Not so much fun when you’re the one waiting, eh?”

  Then a picture of Alex formed in her mind. She saw his powerful frame tensing in orgasm and felt the hot release of his cum splashing across her breasts. The sounds of his pleasure echoed in her mind and her heart welled with tenderness.

  “Would you like that?” she asked breathlessly, her blood heating with renewed desire.

  Very much.

  “Would you beg me for it?”

  His wicked mouth curved, revealing sparkling fangs. “Please.”

  Briana’s heart leapt. It was simply unfair for one man to be so achingly perfect. “How could any woman refuse a plea like that?”

  Tightening her fists, she began to work his cock with hard tugs, using the sounds of his guttural cries to guide her speed and rhythm.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” she asked hoarsely when his last grunt was loud and tormented.

  You know it does. Too good.

  He felt so hot in her hands, so solid and thick. She shivered. “Damn. I can’t wait to fuck this cock.”

  Bree… He swelled in response to her words, his voice gritty with need. Knowing he was close, she urged him on.

  “Do you know how tight I’ll grip you, Alex? It’s been a long time since I was with someone, and he wasn’t anywhere near your size. You’ll have to stretch me, make my cunt fit you, but I’m so wet. Dripping. That will help. Can you imagine how it’ll feel?”

  “Ah, fuck!” He grippe
d her shoulders and began to fuck through her fists while she pumped his shaft in counter-tempo. His pace was frenetic, his lust palpable. He growled just before his cock jerked violently. Briana watched in an agony of lust as he came, his cum shooting across her breasts in hot, steady bursts. His thighs quaked, his fingers dug into her skin with bruising force and he chanted her name in her mind—Bree, Bree, Bree—so she knew, even though his eyes were shut tight, that he was with her in his pleasure.

  Awash in his delight with her nipples peaked tight and his cum dripping from them to splash on her lap, her breathing was as labored as his. He finished finally, his heavy balls hanging empty beneath his semi-hard cock. He was glorious, naked from the waist up, his body lean and tight and glistening with sweat.

  “Bree,” he gasped, his eyes opening and then glowing possessively as he stared at his primitive claim all over her chest. His large hands reached out, cupping her breasts, kneading his cum into her skin.

  “That was awesome,” she said, with a wondering laugh. “Wow.”

  “You’re telling me?” He arched a brow as he pulled up his pants, scooped her into his arms and carried her down the hall to his room. “I can barely walk and I’m a vamp. That should tell you what kind of shape I’m in.”

  “Where are we going?” His bed, she hoped.

  “The shower.”

  “Oh.” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.

  Alexei laughed, a deep husky sound that fueled her growing affection for him. “Did I not give you enough orgasms, sweetheart?” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll have to work on that.”

  Flushing in embarrassment, she buried her face in his shoulder. “I can’t help it,” she mumbled against his damp skin. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I’m glad you aren’t offended.

  “Huh?” Bree lifted her head and met his smiling gaze. “Who would be offended by having a gorgeous guy so hot for her that he gets off without sex?”

  I think, he drawled, that some women would have found that very un-PC.

  “Sucks to be them,” she dismissed with a shrug. “Count me in the camp of women who find blatant displays of testosterone sexually exciting.”