Here Be Sexist Vampires (31 page)

I didn’t get far this time before he had scooped me up into his arms, laughing. “Okay, fair enough, I did underestimate you.” His voice suddenly became deep and rough as we entered another room. “This is where we find out if you underestimated me.” Then I was flung onto a soft surface, making me bounce and giggle. The material beneath me was silky-smooth. Silk then, obviously.

Details of the room registered only barely. The warm gold, cream and ivory theme continued in here, as did the solid oak flooring. The bed I was on was absolutely huge and the sheets were golden.

Jared slowly crawled up the length of me, bringing his angelically gorgeous face to mine. His lips and tongue overwhelmed my mouth as my torn dress was removed entirely. He gripped my wrists and drew my hands above my head. There was then tearing and fumbling as a strip of my destroyed dress was used to bind my wrists together and then secure them to the iron headboard. “Shall I tell you what’s going to happen now?” He moved his mouth to my ear. “First I’m going to play with these gorgeous tits here, suck on these pretty little nipples. Then I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and my tongue until you come in my mouth. Only then will I slide my cock inside you. It’s not going to be slow and gentle, Sam. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast until you come so hard you scream. And do you know what you’ll scream? My name.”

(Jared)

Before she could deny it again I tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth and slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Sam met it with her own, stroking it and sucking on it while she arched beneath me. A groan escaped me as I palmed and kneaded her full breasts. Christ, the feel of her...No fantasy had lived up to it. I’d almost surged inside her when I had her against that front door. But having waited way too long, I was going to make the most of every minute of it. The way she was protesting with her body wasn’t helping me restrain myself from taking her right now, and her burning gaze told me that she knew it.

I swooped down and took a nipple into my mouth, suckling and nibbling and licking and then curling my tongue around it. When her moans became whimpers I closed my mouth over her other nipple and gave it the same attention, loving every raspy moan she made. That amazing scent of hers – vanilla musk with a hint of honeycomb – was shooting up my nostrils and threatening to splinter my self-control.

Suddenly her legs were around my hips and her thighs were squeezing to bring me closer so she could thrust her hips toward mine. I nearly lost it there and then. Bringing my face to hers I gave her a reprimanding look. “And here was me thinking that you’d be a good girl.”

“Not in my nature.”

Smiling a little devilishly, I trailed a hand down, down, down at what I would guess was a frustratingly slow pace.

“Jared,” she growled warningly.

“You can take it, you’re tough.” On reaching her thong I tore it and chucked it aside, taking a minute to enjoy the view. Perfect.

“In case you haven’t already guessed, I really don’t like being teased.”

I arched a brow. “It never bothered you when you were doing it to me.” I chuckled at her low growl and then slid a finger between her wet folds and circled her clit. “Is this what you want?”

She moaned. “Jared, no more teasing.”

“Was that a ‘please’?”

“What’s the matter, aren’t you very good with your hands? Seriously, is this the best you can do?”

I had to admire her spirit, but I wasn’t going to let her get away with taunting me. I sent that familiar electrical charge through my body and out of my finger onto her clit. She bounced, gasping, as the electricity zinged through her. I smiled evilly. “You decide.”

I released another charge. And another. And another. Always watching her, revelling in every moan and groan she made. Then I slipped two fingers inside her. Her gasp was gratitude and pleasure mixed together. “You’re so wet, baby,” I murmured as I thrust my fingers in out of her. I released one final electrical charge and then, sensing that she was at the crest of an orgasm, replaced my fingers with my tongue. That pushed her over the edge and four lashes of my tongue later she shattered, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm overtook her. I wasn’t done. The taste of her was addictive. I continued tormenting her with my tongue; alternating between stabbing deeply inside her and suckling on her clit over and over until she exploded once more.

Snatching her gaze I crawled back up to her. “Get ready to call out my name for me, Sam.”

“Not gonna happen,” she panted.

In one quick movement I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slammed inside her. Her back bowed from the bed as a husky cry tore out of her throat. “Take more, baby.” I reared back and then rammed in deep, groaning as her muscles tightened around my cock. “All of me.” Again I roughly plunged inside her, forcing her to take every inch. Finally I was buried balls deep in her body, finally I was where I needed to be. That was it: the little control I’d had left just snapped. Every thrust was deep, fast, hard, urgent, almost violent. There was a sense of relief mixed in with it all; the urge to do this had been repressed for way too long.

“Oh my God,” she rasped.

“Look at me.” Aquamarine eyes met mine and a shudder ran through me. “Do you like me fucking you hard? Do you? Tell me.” When she didn’t answer I abruptly slowed my movements until they were practically sluggish.

“What’re you doing? Don’t tease!”

All innocence, I said, “I asked if you liked it hard. When you didn’t answer I figured you wanted it slow.”

“Bastard.”

“That wasn’t nice. Maybe I should just stop.” I withdrew from her body completely and smiled at her low growl. “What’s the matter, baby? Do you want my cock back inside you?”

“Yes,” she bit out.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I slammed into her, driving deep, but then kept my movements slow as I thrust in and out of her. When she began writhing restlessly I asked, “You want more?” She nodded, moaning. “You want me to fuck you hard again?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m afraid you’re going to have to beg for it.” I almost laughed as her mouth fell open. Seeing that she was about to curse me I pounded hard into her once and then went back to soft and slow. Again she growled. “Beg me, baby. Beg me to fuck you hard, and I will.” Again I abruptly punched my cock hard inside her before going back to gentle thrusts, every now and then giving her another hard singular thrust. Soon she was so totally mindless that she was whimpering. “You need to come?” She nodded. “You need it harder?” Another nod. “Then give me what I want.” It seemed like forever before she croaked out the one word ‘Please’. “Good girl.”

I reached up and destroyed the knot binding her wrists and then I was ruthlessly powering into her and she was clinging to me like I was the only solid thing in her world. She nipped my lips and tongue, lapping up each trickle of blood that came for those short seconds to the surface before the skin healed itself. I did the same, and with the combined bliss of the moment, of the taste of her blood and of her Sventé saliva running through me I was about ready to break. I upped the speed to vampire momentum, groaning at the sensations that were so agonisingly good that they were at the same time bad and just about bearable. Seeing every feeling she was experiencing shining from her eyes spurred me on – hunger, passion, desire, pleasure, pain – and intensified my own pleasure ten-fold.

God, Jared!

“Out loud.” I knew I was wearing a boyish, smug grin. “Out loud for me, baby.” It went beyond wanting to hear her say it. I needed to hear it, though I didn’t bother to try to understand why it was important. I tugged hard on her hair as I demanded, “Sam,
now
!” At last she screamed my name, her muscles clamped around my dick like a vice and I came harder than I ever had before in my life. “Sod of a bitch!”

At that very moment she, without warning, sunk her teeth into my neck and drank like an alcoholic would from a whiskey bottle. My hand twisted in her hair and pressed her head closer, and by the time she was done I actually exploded inside her a second time. She matched my smug grin, and she had every damn right to.

Still all tangled together, we then tipped onto our sides. The silk sheets didn’t seem so soft now that I had the feel of Sam’s skin beneath my hands. We just glared at each other as the tingly shudders from our orgasms slipped away. In spite of how weird she may have felt at having done what she feared and lost control, the silence wasn’t awkward. No feeling that a big, fat pink elephant was dancing and prancing around us. She didn’t even squirm under my glare the way she usually did.

Minutes later she puffed and glanced at the bedside clock. “Well, I should go. We should forget this happened, needless to say it was a big mistake.”

“
What
?” Even as I rolled us over and trapped her beneath me she was laughing. “You better be kidding.”

“You should see your face.” She was still giggling.

“It wasn’t funny. No way will I let you go off into another state of denial.” But I was giggling even as I said it. Mostly with shock; I hadn’t thought it would bother me that much if she were to do that. I shook off the issue. “And never has anyone left me straight after sex.”

“Oh but it’s okay when blokes do it.”

“I’m not doing it. I believe you were
warned about the ‘over and over and over again’ part. Oh and never has anyone run from me before.”

She shrugged, smiling sweetly. “Just making you work for it a little.”

“A little?”

“I took it easy on you.”

“You were like Houdini.”

“But I stuck to human velocity. And I never used my gift either.”

I brushed a kiss across her lips. “Feel free to conjure your whip some time.”

She grinned. “I’m not sure you could handle it. Not if you can’t even manage one female Sventé.”

“In my defence, this one female Sventé is a hard-ass.”

“And you’re used to girls throwing themselves
at
you rather than legging it away from you. Speaking of which, how did your consorts take it?”

“As I expected.”

“Would I be right in thinking that Joy took it the worst?”

The memory of her plea entered my mind.

“What? You’ve got a weird look on your face. What did she do?”

“Nothing worth talking about.”

“Your expression says otherwise. What happened?”

I sighed. Sam would no doubt find the truth shudder-worthy but I didn’t want to lie to her. I had a feeling that she would know if I did anyway. I rolled off her and back onto my side. “Joy, um, guessed that I was getting rid of them because it was you who I wanted, though she actually thinks it’s to make you my only consort.”

“And...?”

“Joy can make herself into a perfect replica of someone, so she offered to morph into you as often as I wanted and then things could stay as they were.”

Sam grimaced but I couldn’t read her expression. She twisted her body to face mine. “But you said no?”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am. I mean, as creepy as Joy’s little offer sounds to me, it’s probably a decent one from a bloke’s point of view. You could have kept your consorts and still,
sort of
, shagged me.”

I kissed her neck as I spoke. “It wouldn’t have been you, so it wouldn’t have been real. She wouldn’t ever kiss me like you do. Or tease me like you do. She wouldn’t have had your scent, your voice, your blood, or your mind...And I wanted every part of you.” I looked up at her then, shrugging. “I guess that makes me a greedy, spoilt brat.”

Again her expression was unreadable. She brought her face to mine and gave me a long, soft, searching kiss. Nothing like any kiss I’d ever had before. And just like that I wanted her again. I slid my hands around her and pulled her close, aligning her body to mine. I explored every curve and line all over again, but this time lightly and not so insistently, and never invasive.

Wriggling and squirming in frustration she said, “I’ll tell you what, you don’t tease me so much, and I won’t fight you this time.”

“I’d say ‘not a chance’, but I did notice that my caging-in techniques need some work. Not surprising seen as I’ve never had to use them before.” I rolled us so that I was on top of her again and I arranged myself securely over her. “Let’s see if we can get you calling out my name again.” I kissed her again. “Sam?”

“Hmmm?” she murmured through another kiss.

“Promise me you won’t go back into that state of denial again.” She seemed just as surprised to hear me say that as what I was to hear me say it. I decided that it should be another one of those things that I knew was important but didn’t bother to try to understand. Whatever it was, it meant enough to me to voice it.

Her fingertips traced my cheek. “No more denial. It’s too late for that now anyway.”

This time when my lips came down to hers they moved fiercely and urgently. I then trailed my hands down to the backs of her thighs, raised her hips to mine and surged deep inside her.

Chapter Thirteen

(Sam)

Even though I wasn’t one for sprawling all over the bed in my sleep and I usually curled up in a foetal position, I still like to have my space. But when I woke up, I found myself nestled into Jared like a bird under the wing. I even had an arm draped over him. Usually I kept my arms huddling against my chest. Sure, I remember us getting into this position; Jared on his back with an arm curled round my waist, holding me to him as reverberations from more orgasms subsided. But how had I
fallen
asleep like this? And how had I actually slept the entire time like this?

I could try telling myself that I’d just been so wiped after such an eventful encounter with Jared – he had the stamina of a Trojan. Or I could try writing it off as a result of my stomach being so tanked before I fell asleep – I’d swallowed a decent amount of his blood in addition to some NSTs. I could even pin the blame on the bed – it was without a doubt the comfiest bed in the world. But if I was honest, I would admit that the situation was nothing to do with any of those things, and everything to do with the fact that it was Jared who I was with.