“Surely you’ve slept with women, vampires or otherwise, without needing to claim them for life,” she adds.
I open my eyes and stare down at her. “I have. But you’re different.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re you…because I…” I trail off, not daring to say more.
I expect her to be put-off by all of this, but she’s nothing if not determined. Tell this girl she can’t have something, and she only wants it more.
God, I adore her.
She gives me a salacious grin and then pulls down my zipper with one smooth movement, the sound loud in the quiet of the forest. “Does it still count as claiming me if I make you come down my throat?”
I blink, my veins running hot, watching enraptured as she drops to her knees, yanks down my jeans and boxer briefs, my cock bobbing free.
Fuck me.
“I don’t know,” I say, my gaze glued to my dick as she wraps a tiny hand around the thick length, so painfully rigid that I know I’m not going to last very long. “Guess we could find out.”
Another wicked grin appears before she guides the tip toward her mouth. She licks her lips, wetting them, then slides her tongue out, lapping up the gleaming end of my cock.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I growl, my eyes falling closed for a moment as I succumb to the sensations. My balls tighten, my chest burns, the blood in my veins groans with hunger for her, to consume her, to be consumed. When I was in control last night, I was able to keep my appetite and cravings at bay, but the more that I let go, the more she takes control, the more of a monster I might become.
She makes a moaning noise then slides her lips over my dick and I can’t even take it. I grab her hair, making a tight fist in it and she lets out a little yelp. I look down at her to see if I’m hurting her, but even if I am, she’s just staring up at me with big eyes, wickedness shining through them. She smiles, then sucks me hard.
Fuck.
“Don’t stop,” I croak, moving her head into me, thrusting my hips forward in small circles until I’m properly fucking her face, finding a modicum of control again. I keep her mouth in place, pumping into her faster and faster, and it gets messy, wet, slippery. My cock slips out of her lips a few times, her teeth raze the length of my shaft, the pain so fucking sweet, and it’s everything I need to get off.
I throw my head back and bellow, the sound being torn out of my chest while I stiffen, nearly falling over. I thrust hard, once, twice, into her bruised, plump lips, then still, my heart beating so fast it might burst through my veins.
For a moment all I hear is the blood in my head, the ragged gasp of my breath, the flutter of birds in the branches that I must have startled when I started roaring like a beast.
Then I look down through heavy eyes to see Amethyst smiling up at me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and swallowing me down with pleasure.
That’s going to be burned in my brain forever.
She gets to her feet, patting down the mess I made of her hair, her cheeks pink and flushed, shooting me another inquisitive glance as if to say, well, how was it?
I can only give her a crooked grin.
Because as hard as I just came, she only stoked my appetite.
I grab her by the back of the neck.
Pull her toward me.
And kiss her.
Chapter 9
Amethyst
One moment I’m getting to my feet, loving how Wolf’s eyes just rolled back in his head, his cum sliding down my throat (let me tell you, vampire cum tastes a hell of a lot better than your average jizz). The next moment his eyes are full of languid fire and he’s grabbing me by the back of the neck, his fingers impossibly strong, like he could snap my vertebrae with one squeeze.
I gasp and he yanks me toward him.
Kisses me.
Hard.
I immediately surrender, my fingers curling around the neckline of his shirt, while his lips are bruising. My mouth, already tender from having him fuck my face, opens to his and his tongue is strong and brutal, kissing me with violence.
A raw moan sounds from deep within him, making my knees feel weak, and I hold on to his shirt tighter, as if I’ll fall if I don’t. I’m being swept away by him so fast that my mind is struggling to catch up, to keep stock of what’s happening.
He’s kissing me.
Wolf is actually kissing me.
Never mind the fact that I’ve had his cock in my mouth, and he’s had his tongue inside me. A kiss is still something to be anticipated and revered and worshipped. A kiss still has the power to bring you to your knees, to give you butterflies, to change your life, and I think this kiss is doing just that. It’s changing my life, for better or for worse, there’s no coming back from this.