Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6) (39 page)

“What is this all about?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she twirled her raven hair up and pinned it at the back of her head, the action of raising her arms squashing her breasts together to form enticing cleavage in her white satin and lace bodice.

His mouth turned dry and he swallowed, unable to stop his gaze from raking over her dangerous curves to the matching white knickers and then her sheer stockings.

His body put in that it knew what this was all about, growing hard at the sight of her, hungry to peel away the layers of her beautiful underwear and reveal her inch-by-inch to his eyes.

Snow had the feeling his little angel was out to seduce him.

No complaints there.

She pointed to the bed. “Those.”

Snow dragged his eyes away from her long enough to see what she was pointing at, and his gaze darted back to her, his right eyebrow cocking at the same time.

“The restraints?”

Aurora nodded and his heart pumped harder, slamming against his chest, driving all his blood to his already hard and aching cock.

“It has been one month to the day since you had to shackle yourself.” She advanced on him, each measured step making her hips sway enticingly and making his heart beat faster.

She was right too. It had been a month since he had last suffered an attack of bloodlust.

A whole month.

It stunned him.

They’d had ups and downs. Sometimes he had been doing well until an attack had come out of nowhere, crippling him swiftly and taking him down. Other times, it had come on because he had felt Aurora was in danger, normally because he dreamed of the battle at Vampirerotique and saw her bleeding again. Just thinking about that night stirred darkness in his veins.

“I heard Sera that night.” Aurora’s soft voice filled his heart with light that chased the darkness back.

Snow frowned, not following her. She blushed. Hard.

“Oh.” Snow grinned as it hit him. “Scratch Sera… you’re the dark little thing. You want to tie me up.”

A beautiful look of panic crossed her face and then she recovered, tipping her chin up and meeting his eyes. “I do. I have been thinking about it since that night and… well, I have never been brave enough to do it because I know you don’t like being restrained.”

True. He hated it, but she wasn’t the only one who had been thinking about it since Sera had put it out there. It was always on his mind.

Snow took a step closer to her, his gaze drifting over her again, lingering on all the spots he had discovered made her crazed with desire. She knew all his spots too, knew precisely where to lick and nip, or swirl her tongue to drive him out of his head with the need to have her.

The thought of her doing that to him while he was tied up and at her mercy, while she was completely in control, set his blood on fire and had his cock harder than steel.

“I have a feeling I might come to like it,” he whispered, his voice thick with his desire, a bare growl that brought a beautiful flush of colour to her cheeks. He locked gazes with her, his mind already ten moves ahead, imagining her astride him, riding him while he was restrained, mastering his body and bringing him to a scorching climax.

He breathed hard, closed the distance between them, and grasped the nape of her neck in one hand.

He tilted her head back and stared down into her eyes, lost in their beauty and the desire that shone in them. Passion that ran in her blood too and coursed through his veins. “I will always gladly submit to you. You mastered my heart the first time you looked at me and I have been your willing slave ever since.”

She blushed again, pressed her hands against his chest and tiptoed, bringing her mouth to his. Snow growled and claimed her mouth with a feral kiss, bending her to his will, needing a moment in control before he passed it to her.

Aurora kept kissing him as she backed him towards the bed. She broke away when they reached it and slowly unbuttoned his dark shirt, her eyes gradually filling with hunger at the same time, passion that flowed in his veins too. He groaned when she stroked her fingers over his chest, teasing him, leaving streaks of colour on his skin.

She had been surprised when she had discovered she still had that trait about her, and others too. She could teleport as easily as she had been able to before falling from grace, and had taken him to the chateau near Lausanne several times over the few months they had been together, helping him deal with his past and lay it to rest.

She always rewarded him afterwards by taking him to the cabin in the far northern reaches of Norway and spending a few days with him there, erasing his pain with incredible pleasure.

She slipped her hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, and eased his black shirt down his arms.

Panic spiked his blood when she tossed the shirt onto the floor and stepped aside, clearing the way to the bed, but he held it together, breathing through it. Aurora would make it feel good and he wanted to see if he was strong enough to do this now. He was curious about this sort of sex.

Snow clambered onto the black covers of the double bed, coming to settle with his head on the pillows.

He studied her face as she locked his right wrist first. The cuff felt alien to him now, strange. He had worn them every day for as long as he could remember, but had been free of them for a whole month. The marks on his wrists had completely faded in that time and he hadn’t thought about the fact that he hadn’t needed to be restrained for over thirty days, not until Aurora had mentioned it.

And now she was rewarding him again, turning his experience of restraints into something positive, changing his perception of them and his expectation too. He no longer expected to feel weak and vulnerable, crazed by his bloodlust, a danger to everyone he loved, when the cuffs closed around his limbs.

He expected to feel pleasure, bliss, and his female worshipping his body, and making love with him.

She closed the cuff around his other wrist.

Snow exhaled slowly and was glad that Aurora gave him a moment to grow used to being shackled again. She moved to the foot of the bed and crawled onto it, drawing his attention away from the restraints and to her.

Her white lingerie pressed her breasts together, forming a tempting display as she slowly prowled up the bed towards him. He swallowed and frowned, his nostrils flaring as he caught the heavy scent of her arousal. He bucked his hips, hungry for her touch, for her to slake her desire on him and not stop until she was sated.

She halted with her knees between his spread thighs and grazed her fingertips across his stomach, the caress feather light and teasing.

Streaks of rainbow colours glowed on his skin, a sign of her heightened emotions.

He would never tire of that trait. It gave away her feelings, letting him know her mood even when she tried to conceal it from him. If she was upset or hurt, she left darker shades in the wake of her touch, and he knew to do something to make her feel better.

Aurora leaned over him and pressed kisses to his stomach, her breasts brushing his caged erection. He groaned and tipped his head back into the pillows, and grasped the chains of his restraints, pulling them taut.

She licked the top of his tattoo, something she always did when they were making love, and then swirled her tongue around his navel. She always did that too. She had told him once that she couldn’t resist it.

They had been skinny-dipping in a lake at the time.

He grinned.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered against his skin, curiosity battling the desire in her eyes.

“The lake.” The two words brought a fierce blush to her cheeks and his smile widened.

They hadn’t been together for more than two weeks when Aurora had confessed she had watched him swimming in lakes throughout his life, always curious about it. They had used her ability to take them to a warm one and they had swum a while before Aurora had pounced on him.

It had been the first time she had taken the lead, rough in her passion and need for him, dominant as she took him on the sandy shore beneath the moon, her body glistening with moisture.

She blushed whenever he mentioned a lake now, even when he did it casually in conversation.

Of course, he had skilfully worked the word into several conversations with Antoine and everyone else at the theatre. Aurora pinched him whenever he did it, but she hadn’t stopped blushing yet.

“After tonight, I might add restraints to my list of words that make my angel blush.” He grinned at her and she sat back, folded her arms across her chest, and glared at him.

“I might leave.” She fixed him with a look that said she would too.

Snow tugged at his restraints and growled at the thought of her leaving him like this, locked up and unable to get at her. The wicked glint in her eyes said she wouldn’t stop at that and would parade around the room in her sexy lingerie too, driving him wild with need for her.

He smiled sweetly.

Aurora relaxed and ran her fingers in patterns across his lower stomach, idly teasing him. “Swear you won’t.”

“Swear it.” He didn’t even wait for her to finish before he said it, hungry for her to continue. He could still make her blush with the word lake.

She palmed his erection through his jeans and he rolled his eyes back and groaned, thrusting against her. She undid his belt and jeans, and he watched her as she shimmied backwards, pulling them down his legs. She frowned at his boots and moved off the end of the bed.

Snow toed them off and kicked his feet, tossing each one across the room. His left one slammed into the chest of drawers and almost toppled several of the pillar candles on top of it.

“Eager,” Aurora said with a wicked smile.

“Always,” Snow countered and she proved he wasn’t the only eager one by hastily pulling his jeans off and crawling back up him to tackle his underwear.

She caught the waistband of his black boxers and eased them down, her actions slower now, her expression telling him she was savouring this moment. She always savoured it. He had the feeling that she would never tire of stripping him, revealing his body to her eyes. It made him feel beautiful and deeply desired by his female.

Aurora stopped when his boxers were around his thighs, leaned over him, and looked up into his eyes as she licked the hard length of his shaft.

He groaned and struggled to hold her gaze, his eyes going hooded, pleasure rippling through him. She bent her head and swept her tongue over him again, swirling it around the soft crown this time, a quiet moan leaving her lips. She briefly teased his balls, cradling them and rolling her fingers, and then she was moving again, pulling his underwear down to his feet and off.

She tossed them over her shoulder, her smile wicked again, and surveyed him. He burned wherever her gaze fell, that part of him desperate to feel her touch or her kiss.

She glided her hands over his feet and spread them, and his breathing quickened. He had forgotten this was all about chaining him, had even forgotten the cuffs that held his wrists. She made it all go away whenever she touched him, driving it to the back of his mind, the pleasure she gave him overwhelming any trace of fear or vulnerability.

Her eyes met his again, seeking his approval. He nodded, silently letting her know he was ready for her to restrain his ankles, leaving him completely at her mercy.

She closed the first cuff around his right ankle and carefully secured it, and then dealt with the left one.

Snow held his breath, waiting for a negative reaction.

Nothing.

Just an undeniable need to have her clamber over him, take him into her sweet body, and ride him.

Aurora shimmied out of her knickers, revealing her neat thatch of dark curls, tearing a growl from his throat. He wanted to delve his tongue between those plush petals to drink her nectar. He ached to hear her moan his name in a voice drenched with pleasure and need.

She crawled back on the bed, kissing her way up his legs and then across his hips. She swept her tongue over his tattoo again, pulling another moan from him, and stroked his rigid shaft, leaving streaks of colour down its length. He bucked his hips, rubbing himself against her palm, and bit his lip. He needed more.

She moved on, denying him, her hands skimming over his stomach and fingers tracing the ridges of his tensed muscles. She swept her leg over him, straddling his body, and kept advancing. Her hands rested against his chest and she looked down at him, her mouth tantalisingly close to his. He craned his neck, eager to feel her lips on his, wanting to kiss her.

Aurora lowered herself to almost within his reach and then drew back again, a smile curving her lips.

He growled and pulled on his restraints as he planted his elbows on the mattress and tried again to reach her.

Tried and failed. She kissed over his jaw, his chin, down his neck, always evading his mouth. Tease. She knew what he wanted most and she was going to deny him until he was crazed with a need to kiss her, straining against his bonds and desperate for relief.

“Kiss me,” he husked, pleading her to put him out of his misery and give him the pleasure he needed.

She stroked his cheek, her gaze holding his, the green-to-blue of her irises dark with passion.

Her lips descended on his and he didn’t need to take the lead to get what he wanted. She kissed him fiercely, dominating his mouth, flooding him with pleasure that melted his bones.

He relaxed into the bed beneath her, lost in the feel of her mastering him, her soft warm tongue stroking and teasing his. She flicked it over his left canine and he groaned as his fangs extended, drawn out by her teasing.

It didn’t stop her.

She caressed his fangs, sending hot shivers running through his blood, adding a new level of pleasure that he couldn’t take. He rocked his hips, thrusting against nothing but air, unable to control himself.

Damn, but he could climax from just this.

She moaned and her hands shook against his chest, her need echoing through him, telling him that her thoughts had taken a dark and tempting path.