I wasn't surprised when he skipped the traditional foreplay. Finding me wet enough, he quickly replaced his fingers with his shaft. I resisted, but only to make it a challenge for him. He pushed against my hot opening, hard and ready. I squirmed, teasing him, and he released his hold on my wounded neck.
The blood spilled down my neck and chest, trailing several crimson lines down my breast to my stomach. He held tight to my hair, as if he planned to control my movements by keeping a tight grip on my head, as if I were an angry snake. My blood was smeared on his fangs and lower lip. I watched as he slowly licked at the remnants.
The look he fixed on me was deadly. He leaned in close, forcing me backwards until I lay flat upon the table. Only then did he release my hair. With a hand hooked under each of my hips, he fiercely plunged inside me so that I was suddenly filled with him.
The sounds I made seemed to encourage him, and he withdrew slowly only to thrust deep into me again.
Every thrust was rougher than the last. No human woman would ever have been able to take this kind of aggressiveness, but for me, that pain was also pleasure. It spoke to the animal inside me, raw and hungry. Arys pounded into me faster until I was crying out his name.
I felt him twitch inside me, as if his climax was building steadily now. I hated that he had me pressed against the tabletop. I wanted to sit up and feel his body against mine.
And, he damn well knew it.
He held me down so that I could only lay there while he had his way with me. I reached for him, my claws digging into his forearms. The scent of blood and sex filled the room. The orgasm that built up inside me hit hard and fast, crashing down over me like a tidal wave. The intensity of it turned my moans to small cries mingled with howls.
I ached in so many places, but it was euphoric and left me feeling like I floated among the clouds.
Arys groaned and leaned down over me so that his face was pressed to my chest. He licked softly at the blood that stained my pale skin. My arms went around him, and I held him tightly to me as he filled me with his hot release.
It seemed like an eternity passed as I listened to the hum of energy around us. Arys leisurely licked at the punctures he'd left in my neck. When he'd had enough, he attempted to kiss me, despite the four fangs in my mouth that made it difficult.
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips.
He hadn't said that to me in over a month, as it just wasn't part of our day to day as it was with Shaz and me. It got my attention as the sexual haze began to wear off.
“Arys…” My voice trailed off as I tried to form the words. “I love-,”
Another kiss prevented me from returning the words of endearment. In the past six or seven months that we'd been involved, he had never let me finish that sentence. It was nothing short of aggravating.
“But Alexa, about Harley,” he nibbled and sucked on my lips and tongue before pinning me with his deadly serious gaze. “I meant what I said.”
Chapter Three
The unmistakable sound of conflict floated through my office door. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, I paused in typing an email to listen. Lilah and Veryl were engaged in a heated discussion. This never happened.
Feeling like a kid spying on my parents, I quietly got up from my chair and crept to the open door. Murmurs carried down the hall from Veryl's office. His voice was low, barely audible compared to Lilah's angry hiss. Whatever was going on, she was pissed.
Despite my metaphysical shield, her angry energy was able to punch holes in it. I felt nothing from Veryl, but he was only a vampire. Lilah was a vampire, but she had been a demon first and still was. She scared the crap out of me when she was in a good mood. I didn't like the vibes rolling off her.
Slipping out of my office, I made my way to the small kitchen. The sound of Lilah's voice barely faded. Jez looked up at me from where she perused a copy of Cosmopolitan.
The look she gave me was curious. Her cat eyes looked especially brilliant green today. I shrugged and she frowned.
“Hey Lex?” She motioned me over with a finger topped with perfect red polish.
“What do you think of these shoes?”
As I drew closer, I noticed that the shoes on the page looked like punishment devices straight out of hell. The sound of disgust I made earned me a dirty look from the fashion friendly leopard.
“I'm probably the wrong person to ask. I don't know much about shoes other than price and comfort.” Bending down over her shoulder, I brought my lips close to her ear.
Her scent was a mixture of wild animal and Chanel number something or other. Fearing sensitive ears down the hall would hear me, I barely breathed the words. “What the hell is going on down the hall?”
She giggled and squirmed, batting at her ear. “That tickles, cut it out. It's also sending a fun tingle down my spine so you may want to back off. Or do you?” She smirked. I ignored her teasing come-on; she was full of them. When she gestured that she didn't have a clue what was up with Lilah and Veryl, I chewed a nail as the curiosity ate me alive.