Luther's Return (Scanguards Vampires Book 10)

A second finger joined the first, adding more friction.

“God, you’re tight!” Luther groaned. “You’re gonna make me come in ten seconds.”

“I don’t care,” she cried out. “Just fuck me already.”

He pulled his fingers from her and freed her of her panties so fast she could barely blink. She tried to slip out of the open bra, but he stopped her.

“Leave it on. It’s sexy.” He positioned himself at her center, his huge cock rubbing against her wet folds. Then he locked eyes with her, and in one long continuous stroke, he seated himself in her.

Her eyelids dropped, her breath rushed from her lungs, and her heart stopped beating. He filled her completely. “Oh God!” Katie wrapped her legs around his thighs, imprisoning him.

“Perfect,” Luther grunted, the chords in his neck bulging. “You’re fucking perfect!”

Luther began to thrust, deep and hard. Every time his cock drove into her, his pelvic bone slammed against her clit, making her shudder. Her heart beat erratically now, her breaths came in shallow pants, and her head swam with a myriad of sensations. The passion and wildness Luther unleashed on her was something she’d never experienced before. None of her previous lovers had ever taken her this hard and made her body hum so intensely with pleasure that she thought she was floating on a cloud.

She felt weightless, held by strong vampire arms, safe despite the powerful thrusts Luther delivered. In his eyes she saw the same lust and desire that she felt radiate back at her. Like molten lava, his eyes glowed. They looked like flames now, like the flames that raged inside her and threatened to incinerate her. And what she saw peeking from his lips now should have scared her, but instead the sight of his white fangs flashing fascinated her. They had descended fully, ready for a bite. She knew it, had seen her vampire friends and family often enough to interpret the signs. To know when somebody was about to lose control of his human side and unleash the power that was pure vampire.

And while she saw all the signs in Luther’s face now, written as clearly as if printed on a piece of paper, she felt no fear. No regret at having taken this risk and put herself at the mercy of a vampire who’d committed unspeakable crimes. Because the payoff was worth it. For once in her life she could forget the bitter memories of her past and live only in the moment. The moment of ecstasy.

She turned her head to the side and swept away her hair, exposing her neck. “Luther.”





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His name rolled over Katie’s lips like the call of a siren leading a sailor to his doom. Luther recognized the invitation. Temptation curled through his body, making him thrust faster and deeper. As if sex could wipe away his need for blood. He knew it wasn’t so. If anything, his desire to drink from Katie had increased several fold the moment he’d plunged his aching cock into her.

He knew he would succumb to it, particularly now that she was offering him what he so desperately needed.

“Katie,” he ground out.

When she stretched out her hand as if to touch his fangs, he snatched it, and pinned it to one side of her head. Without a word, he dipped his head and took possession of her lips, willing his fangs to retract. They did, but only halfway. He didn’t have the strength to bend them to his will. His vampire side was ruling him now, and the vampire in him wanted blood.

Luther pumped harder into her, thrusting and withdrawing. Her wet and warm sheath was like paradise. Too good to stop. And too good to continue. He’d been teetering on the edge of his climax for several long minutes now, pushing back his urge to come whenever it tried to overwhelm him. But as Katie’s muscles squeezed him harder with every thrust, and her juices enveloped him in her silken depth, he realized he was losing the fight with his self control. A few more seconds, and he would have to give in to his release.

He ripped his lips from her, breathing hard. “God, Katie! I need you to come with me.”

With wide eyes she stared up at him.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Bite me!” she demanded.

Luther threw back his head, almost howling like a dog. “No!” Damn it, not only was it wrong that he was sleeping with her, knowing she was drugged by his blood, but accepting her blood would be the lowest to which he could sink.

“Luther, please.”

He looked back at her, slowly shaking his head.

But she didn’t accept his answer. “You asked whether I was acting when I invited Bauer to dig his fangs into my breasts. I wasn’t.”

Luther froze in mid-stroke, shock coursing through him. “What?” He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head.

“In method acting we portray only the emotions we feel. When I invited him to bite me, I didn’t offer it to him. I offered it to you.”