Captivated (Deep in Your Veins 6)

Meeting my eyes, she pulled her mouth off my cock and lowered her fangs. My pulse jumped. She let her fangs lightly graze the head of my dick and then soothed the sting with a swipe of her tongue. I knew she wouldn’t draw blood; that this was only a tease. But fuck if I didn’t want her to just do it.

Instead, she retracted her fangs. Disappointment flooded me. But then she swallowed me down again. And again. And again. My balls drew up tight, and my thighs trembled.

I fisted her hair tighter. “Swallow it. I want my come in your belly.”

She didn’t pull back. She sucked harder, humming … and my release hit me so hard I swear I saw goddamn spots.

Finally, my orgasm eased off, and I pretty much slumped to the bed, panting and sated.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

Once I could move, I hauled her up my body and kissed her hard as I rolled her onto her back. “Stay.” Then I took away her sight.

She tensed. “What the fuck?”

“Shh, you’ll like this.” I licked at the pulse beating in her neck. It was like a damn siren’s call, and I couldn’t even say why. I’d never had a problem resisting the urge to feed during sex. Until Paige.

“This is so weird,” she said, blinking hard.

“No different than being blindfolded. And it has the same effect.” It’d make everything more intense for her.

I could also take away her hearing. She would then really have little clue what was coming. But I knew that taking two of her senses away at once would be a bit much when she’d never done this before. Maybe next time. Drowning out the voice that reminded me there wouldn’t be a next time, I settled between her thighs and nuzzled her slick folds. “Come whenever you’re ready.” I licked at her slit, and she sucked in a breath.

There was something almost addictive about going down on her. Her taste, her moans, her raspy demands, how shamelessly she arched into my mouth and scratched at the back of my head—all of it shot straight to my cock.

I loved teasing the hell out of her by driving her up hard and fast but then backing off right before her orgasm could hit her. It was something I did over and over, and it was no surprise that she bitched at me each time without fail.

“There’s no point in saying ‘come whenever you’re ready’ if you’re gonna take for-fucking-ever to get me there!”

“You hate me, don’t you? That’s what it is. You actually hate me.”

“Oh my God, I will kill you! Seriously! I will murder the shit out of you!”

“Right, that’s it, I’m killing you! I am. Sam will understand.”

Chuckling, I shoved two fingers inside her, distracting her that easily. “You know, if I didn’t like the noises you make as much as I do, I’d take away your ability to talk so I didn’t have to listen to you bitch at me. Good girls don’t threaten to kill people. But since you deserve a reward for how hard you made me come earlier …” I roughly pumped my fingers in and out of her while working her clit with my tongue.

I knew her body well, so I knew exactly where and how to touch her to make her come fast. I pushed those hot buttons right then, groaning when her inner walls heated and tightened. Yeah, she was close.

“Come on, baby, let go for me.” I drove a third finger inside her, and she imploded with a choked cry—her head thrown back, her spine snapping straight, one hand fisting the bedsheet while the other gripped my head tight. Then she sagged, boneless.

Hard as a rock once more, I crawled up her body and returned her sight. I wanted to be looking right into her eyes as I took her. I lodged the head of my dick in her opening and then planted my lower arms either side of her head. “Wrap me up.”

She curled her arms and legs around me. “I suppose it’s going to be another wickedly slow fuck, isn’t it?” Her voice was dry as a bone and thick with need.

I smiled. “How did you guess?”

“You seem to get off on seeing me all riled up.”

“I do like pushing your Berserk button, yes.”

“I do not have a Berserk button.”

“She says while digging her nails into my back and baring her teeth. Not that I’m complaining. You’re cute when you get all feral.”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “Cute? Bunnies are cute. I—”

“Talk too much.” I slammed deep inside her, knocking the breath out of her lungs. I groaned, feeling my eyelids drift closed. God, she was soaking wet and so hot it almost burned. It was a tight fit but perfect all the same. Too perfect.