A hot mouth took in his girth before a hard shove forced him off balance. He fell to the ground, stopping himself from rolling and rising, a natural response to aggression. He was rewarded for his self-control.
She pulled his pants off of his legs before running her palms up his inner thighs. Her breasts slid against his skin as she got into position. Her pink tongue flicked across his tip before swirling around it. Her lips widened before she looked up at him, her blue eyes dancing wickedly. He watched his cock disappear into her greedy mouth, all the way until his blunt head bumped the back of her throat. Her chin hit his balls and his eyes rolled with the suction.
He put a hand to the back of her head, feeling her rise off of him, before plunging down a second time. Without thinking, he fisted his hand, clutching her hair.
“Hmm,” she said, resisting his direction just enough to make him push harder. “Mmm,” she moaned again.
A predator could sense the demands of the prey. Could feel what it would take to overcome, with fear, with pain, or with pleasure.
He was the ultimate predator.
He yanked her up by her hair, dragging her head off of him. Without warning, he sat up and grabbed her shoulders before throwing her. The springs screamed in protest as she hit the bed. The wood of the frame cracked under the duress.
He ripped off his unbuttoned shirt, nude now, like her. Her gaze raked down his body, appreciation in her eyes. She needed a different kind of pounding, one she would strain toward, and not away from.
He pushed one of her muscular thighs up before bending between her spread legs. He licked up her center before circling her clit. She gasped, her body stiffening. He sucked in that small nub, working his tongue around it while threading his fingers into her wetness.
“Mmm,” she said, gyrating up toward his mouth.
He started a fast pace, working her with his mouth and fingers. Making her writhe and moan with pleasure. Her muscles flared as he worked her higher, keeping her straining for more.
“Yes,” she said, arching back. “Mmm yes…”
He pulled off of her, keeping his fingers thrusting into her, and sank his fangs into her exposed thigh.
“Oh!” He pumped in as much serum as he could, flooding her body to offset the pain. To heighten the pleasure. “Oh fuck. Holy…fuck. Oh fuck!”
She stiffened, shaking under him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, ripping skin.
He sucked in a few mouthfuls of her blood, feeling the magic pulse through his veins. Feeling his energy ramp up. One drop of her blood was worth a swallow of a humans. She was intensely powerful and deliciously mighty. He’d gladly take Darius’s punishment for this experience.
Slowing now, letting her soak up the moment, he kissed up her skin and sucked in a nipple, twirling it in his mouth languidly. He switched to the other, hearing her breathing increase again. Her chest rise and fall with mounting desire.
He continued up, settling his weight over her. Her greedy mouth met him and her arms curled around his neck, the fight gone, pure pleasure taking over.
“You’ve won, vampire,” she said languidly. “Claim your prize.”
He smiled against her lips. “Your wish is my command.” He gave her a teasing kiss before pulling back his hips, dragging his tip against her wetness. It snagged on her opening and he stopped before applying pressure, pushing against her.
Her breath caught and held.
He pulled back a little and let his tip slide by, disappointing her. Increasing the anticipation.
A shaky laugh disturbed the silence. “You play women like a violin.”
“Yes.”
“I like it.”
He took her lips again, plunging in his tongue. Her blood called to him, but he couldn’t take too much at one time. It would decrease the time she would last, and he wanted her for as long as he could have her.
His tip slid along her again, her wetness dizzying his mind. Desire clouding his thoughts. Like her magic. Like her.
Her palms roamed his back and she moaned into his mouth. His tip snagged, and this time he trust, hard. His shaft dug into her tight depths until he was fully sheathed, hugged by her warmth.
“Fuuuck.” The word road her long sigh. “Mmm yes,” she said.
He let his lips skim her chin while he pulled out and then thrust, keeping his movement coarse. Firm and rough. Her eyes fluttered and her legs tightened around him.
“Bite me again,” she begged, her voice wispy. “Please.”
He trailed his fangs across the hollow of her neck before increasing the pressure when he reached that throbbing vein. Her breath caught again, and like before, held.
He wouldn’t disappoint her this time.
He pulled back his hips before ramming into her as he bit down on her fragile skin. His fangs tore through and blood once again rolled over his tongue.
He sucked and thrust, over and over. Keeping a fast, hard pace. She groaned before her volume increased. Her nails scratched down his back. He rammed into her, releasing the vampire serum. Pumping into her body.
“Yes. Oh yes. Oh yes,” she said, loudly. Out of control.
He lost himself to the blood. To her body. To the moment.
Pleasure washed through him. Around him. Her essence invigorated him, made him strive harder. Pump faster.
He hit a plain and released her neck, thrusting low over her. Rubbing her budded nipples with his hard chest. Her words were nothing more than sounds now, wild. Animalistic.
He kissed her, sucking in her tongue and letting her taste the sweetness of her blood, which sent her to new heights in their passion. They hit the edge of the cliff, stalling.
He slammed into her body.
“Oh!” She screamed with release, her body shaking.
He succumbed a moment later, feeling an orgasm tighten his balls and explode through him. It filled up every inch, out through his limbs and heating his middle. He shook over her, sweaty and satisfied.
“Wow,” she said as they came down, hugging him close. “That was…”
He let silence linger for a moment, letting the final stages of the orgaism tingle his body. A moment later he said, “That was…just getting started.”
He chuckled darkly, giving her another moment to relish in the euphoria, before starting again.
Five
Moss opened his eyes as soft murmurs drifted through the closed door. He lay on his back in the king sized bed, the sheets twisted around his body, and the space next to him empty.
He let his head fall to the side, looking at the empty pillow where the druid—she’d never given her name—had slept. Her scent still clung to the sheets, and to his body. Sitting up, he saw that her clothes and weapons were gone from the floor. She’d banged him, then taken off.
He couldn’t help a smile. He would expect it of a woman like that. She was wild. Not one to be tamed. Not one to stick around after she’d gotten what she wanted. He respected her more for it. She’d been a damn good lay. Exactly what he’d needed after the night he’d had. A night she had created.
At least now he wouldn’t have to kill her. Darius wouldn’t ask him to hunt her down. The situation had worked itself out, in a way. He’d take the punishment without a problem.
He pulled the sheets from around his legs before swinging them over the edge of the bed. The murmuring outside rose and fell, a conversation going on between more than one person. He knew better than to think the druid was out there making nice with Marie. So then, who was?
He checked the closets, but didn’t find any satisfactory clothing. No one had kept up with stocking those types of things for the vampires passing through. He’d have to rectify that situation.
After stepping into his pants and securing them around his waist, he made his way out of the room, leaving his shirt on the floor. Wearing soiled clothes didn’t interest him. He would’ve gone nude if he didn’t think Marie would take that as an invitation.
At the edge of the hallway, he caught a glimpse of who awaited him in the kitchen.
He froze. Then started to backpedal. He hadn’t expected the absolute worst case scenario. He was on a nice little high from the day before with the druid, he didn’t need that tarnished.