Love Bites

Sydney strolled back into the bedroom. He didn’t miss the way she fingered the spaghetti strap of her nightgown, but he didn’t want to read too much into it, either.

His cock, though, was reading plenty.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly as she circled the bed.

Her predatory green gaze flickered over his bare chest, skimmed the black silk pajama pants that rode low on his hips. “Hungry.”

He lifted his wrist and, watching her, sliced his vein with his fangs. This was now part of their routine, so she needed no coaxing. She gripped his extended hand and clasped her lips over the bloody wound. His fingers flexed in hers. Clenched. Deep, dark pleasure bubbled in his gut, flowing through his system like some sort of magic elixir.

And when she lifted her head and flashed the bright white fangs he’d seen only glimpses of before, dripping red with his blood, it took every shred of his strength to keep from throwing her on the bed.

As if she could read his thoughts, she smiled and smacked her lips. “Delicious. But I’m still thirsty.” She moved closer and unknotted the drawstring of his pants.

“What are you doing?” His voice wasn’t steady as she freed his straining erection, already painfully thick and damp with arousal.

“Looks like I’m touching a gorgeous cock.”

She made a band of her fingers around his shaft and started to work him mercilessly. In mere moments, he was gasping.

“Now I’m going to suck it.” She knelt and rubbed the head against her lips, her eyes slumberous with delight. “And bite it.” Her fingers traced the vein that throbbed along the underside. “Right here.”

“Jesus, Sydney.”

He nearly begged when her mouth claimed the tip. A few drops of pre-cum trickled from his slit as her free hand kneaded his stomach. Even her palm against his tensed muscles pushed him closer to orgasm. But she continued to draw on him, gently increasing her suction, then eased back to trace her tongue along the vein that pulsed for her.

He’d thought he was prepared for her to bite. She’d warned him, after all. But the instant her fledgling fangs scored his flesh, his balls clenched and he started to spurt, drizzling his release over the beautiful breasts she’d bared for him at the last possible moment.

He came and came, groaning as she slurped his blood into her throat. And then when he was sure it was over, she took his swollen cock deep into her mouth. He shouted and clutched her hair, the sight of her pleasuring him, her distended nipples bouncing, pushing him past any control. This climax stole the breath he gathered to shout, buckled his knees. But she only sucked harder.

“Ah, baby. I love you.” He bent to gather her in her arms, taking her lips in a drugging sex-and-blood laced kiss as he laid her on the bed. “More every minute.” He trailed kisses down her neck, trying to resist his cock’s insistent and unerring pursuit of the warm, wet opening between her thighs. “You know that, right?”

Sydney stared up at him, her hair pooled around her head, her sooty lashes tangled around her clear, expressive eyes. Eyes now filled with trepidation rather than passion. “Why do we have to put labels on things? Can’t we just—” she hiked up her nightgown, revealing her dewy pink folds “—enjoy?”

He wanted to enjoy. Wanted to pound into her until his name was the only word she remembered how to say. But he couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel as he did, even if she was scared. “You’re my mate, Sydney. That’s a lifelong commitment. Casual enjoyment isn’t part of the scenario.”

“Casual?” She let out a purring laugh and rocked her hips upward, sheathing him with one slick undulation of her body. Moist heat surrounded him, impelling him to thrust. “Doesn’t feel casual to me.”

He gripped her hands beside her head and knotted their fingers together. His gaze hot on hers, he started to move inside her, raising and lowering his hips in a blur until she was arching and panting beneath him.

Her lips parted on a ragged moan. “Oh, yes. Kellan.”

He sliced his fangs along her lower lip until blood beaded on the plump flesh. He lapped up every drop, pumping harder, driving her back into the mattress with his surges inside her. She screamed, long, thin wails that raked over his skin like silk ropes.

“Come. Come.” The demand spilled out of him. “Let me feel it.”

Sydney reared up in bed and bit into his shoulder. “Oh, I feel—”

He cut off her gasp with his mouth and delved his fingers between their joined bodies to manipulate her clit. She was so swollen. So blisteringly wet.

“There. Right there.” Sydney started to shake. “Oh, God.”

Her reverberations traveled up the entire length of his cock. Speared straight into his balls. She pulsed around him, tiny explosions of intense heat. He shouted her name as he came again, pulling out then surging deep so she could absorb every bit of his scalding release. Before the last spasm stopped, he drew back to lift her legs up on his shoulders, bending her knees until she was totally spread open and exposed to him. He pounded into her again and again, swallowing her excited puffs of breath and needy cries while he sucked on her tongue.

She was his. Would be his for all eternity. And he wouldn’t allow her to forget that for even a moment.

“Kellan, you’re killing me.”

Her body thrashed under his, and her head whipped from side to side. Her expressions shifted from bliss to the brink of pain and back again, but her rhythmic hip thrusts and the liquid easing his thrusts let him know exactly how much she was enjoying herself.