She gasped as he spread her gently and stroked her clit. His mouth nuzzled the side of her neck, right over her pulse. He didn’t have to ask, because she offered herself freely by tilting her chin to give him better access. His fangs sank deep into her jugular, splitting the skin and striking straight through to the vein. He fed from her slowly, stroking her pussy and siphoning what he needed. It took him less than three minutes to bring her to climax with his fingers.
As she was coming down from her high, he slid her jeans and panties down her legs, tossed them aside, and then poised her to stand with her palms flat on the cinder block walls of the basement. He took his time raking and stroking her bare skin with his tongue, taking away the nicks, cuts, and bruises from the attack.
Elaina cried out when he nipped the creamy thickness of her ass. “Vicq…”
“You’re sweet,” he moaned against her flesh. “And you are mine. Always and as long as I exist.”
His accent was sexy and his declaration seemed final.
“Yes…” She had never craved for anyone more than she craved for this one man. This vampire. This Dresdan.
Her body shuddered and her legs shook as his tongue slid up the seam of her sex. He licked at her folds and drew lazy circles around her sensitive clit.
She nearly came undone once again. Just as she was on the brink of release, he reeled back. He captured her hips with his hands and bent her slightly at the waist. Before she got a chance to dictate the position, he widened the distance between her legs with one of his thighs and thrust deep into her slickness.
Elaina screamed and balled her hands into fists against the wall. He slammed deeper and deeper until her body rippled with hot pleasure. Her orgasm rolled through her fiercely, but he kept on going like a machine to prolong her climax.
He cupped her breasts again, causing her top half to arch backward against him. His nose skimmed across her shoulder and up the base of her neck. He pumped upward, faster and faster, touching her in places she’d never been touched before.
“Again Vicq,” she begged. “Bite me again.”
“Ah, Elaina…if I do, I’ll only weaken you.”
“I feel safe with you,” she panted. “Take what you need and we’ll rest together.”
His acceptance of her offer came when sharp fangs pressed once again against the deepest curve of her throat. His body contracted and vibrated with hunger and anticipation as he waited for just the right moment to indulge.
She was his donor. Whatever he needed, she provided. She was completely and utterly devoted to him. She would give her life for Vicq.
Sheer bliss folded through her again as he took blood sustenance from her. This time when she came, he came with her. His semen filled her and she felt renewed. They remained wrapped in each other’s caress throughout the feeding. The pain from tonight’s struggles was gone and replaced with love. Vicq’s love.
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How to Mate Friends and Influence People
When best friends become fated mates, everything changes.
by Jacqueline Sweet
A bonus scene to Fake It Til You Mate It
Part of the Bearfield series
About this scene
Danny Morrissey is a bear shifter who has met his mate and his match in sassy Sarah Honeywell. But after their scheme to pretend to be mates leads to a real connection, can they keep their pants on long enough to tell their friends?
Sassy and curvy Sarah pined for Danny for so many years that she doesn't even know what to do with him now that he's claimed her as his mate. Well, she has a few ideas. But should she rip off his pants or show him off to her friends first?
How to Mate Friends and Influence People
A bonus scene to Fake It Til You Mate It
CHAPTER ONE
It was on the drive back to San Francisco that Danny told her the news. “You’re moving in with me,” he said. Sarah’s eyes were closed. Her body was blissed out after spending almost a week straight in bed. She felt transformed and luminous, as if every orgasm had been stoking a fire inside her and now she was as radiant as a lightning bug.
“Dude, of course,” she said. Danny’s fingers stroked up and down her bare thighs as they drove. After years of being best friends they were now lovers and they were making up for lost time.
She could hear the grin in Danny’s voice as he spoke. “We could have my pack do it. They could pop over to your place, box everything up, and have you unpacked by the time we got home.”
The thought of Rhett and Pretty Brandon and Good Boy folding her underwear, finding the personal massager under her bed, and seeing the contents of her junk drawers filled her with terrible dread. “Nope. No way. No how. It’s cool that you have like minions or whatever. But there are some things a lady needs to do for herself.”