Holding himself up with one hand, he moves away from me just enough to strip himself bare before diving back down, pressing himself against the warmth between my legs. Gathering my hair in one hand, he moves it to the side and puts his mouth on my neck, showering me with kisses that he alternates with sucking and gently nipping at my skin.
I turn my head, offering more of my neck to him, softly moaning from how good this feels. He presses his hardness against me again, and I swear I could come right here and right now just by feeling him rub me through my pajama shorts.
And I think I need to. Because the thought of not being with him, of having to walk away and never see each other again, terrifies me more than any demon ever will. I arch my back again and start rocking my hips, feeling the orgasm quickly wind up inside me, brought on by desperation to have his fingers on me, strumming my most sensitive parts.
“I thought I taught you patience by now,” he growls, drawing his fangs. They scrape over my skin but don’t make me bleed, and the anticipation to feel him penetrate me both with his cock and his fangs almost pushes me over the edge.
“Make me come,” I moan. “Now, Lucas. I need to come for you.”
“You will.” He sits up and hooks his fingers inside my shorts. “But not until I say you can.”
I slit my eyes open, glaring at him, and rub my thighs together. No one else has ever gotten me so wound up so fast. And no one else ever will. Lucas is good with his hands. With his tongue. He knows how to use his body, and holy hell, he uses it well.
But being in love with him makes sex so much better, and I never fully understood how adding intimacy to the physical element made a difference. But, fuck, it does. And right now, not having him touch me, not feeling his body pressing down against mine, not having the gleaming tip of his cock rubbing against me, is painful.
He starts to inch my shorts down, taking his damn time because he knows how bad I need this. He’s much more experienced than I am, and appearing like a desperate virgin in front of him worried me once. I didn’t want to disappoint, didn’t want to come off as too easy. But now I want him to know how much I need his touch. How I crave his body just as much as he craves mine—and my blood.
Finally, he gets my shorts down to my knees, and I kick them off the rest of the way. He lays down next to me, kissing me hard as he slips his hand under the tank top and cupping my breast. He runs his thumb over my nipple, tongue exploring my mouth as he deepens the kiss. I put one hand on his waist and try to pull him on top of me. Even without resisting or using his vampire strength, Lucas is too heavy for me to move. He’s over six feet of pure muscle.
This time he humors me and lets me pull him back between my legs. His dick rubs against me, and my mouth falls open. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his thickness, positioning him not to enter me, but to rub against my clit.
He turns his head down, watching me rub his cock over me like he’s my own personal sex toy.
“Please, just…” I start but trail off as a pulse of pleasure shoots through me. I bend my legs up, muscles in my thighs tightening. “Let me…” I never get to finish what I’m saying, but I don’t have to.
I come hard, pussy contracting and my body shuddering. Lucas brings his mouth to my neck again, fangs grazing my skin. This time he does scratch the surface, and he licks up the blood that pools on my skin.
Then he moves off of me, rolling over and pulling me onto him. He holds me tight against his chest, feeling my heart race and my chest rapidly rise and fall as I suck in air. Giving me a minute to recover, he smooths my damp hair out and kisses the top of my head.
“Sit up,” he orders, deep voice rattling all the way through me. “And take off your shirt.”
I obey, ears ringing as I push myself up, needing to grip the headboard for support. Straddling him, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the ground.
“Good girl.” He reaches down, clapping his hands over my ass and pushing me up onto my knees. Spreading my legs a bit more, he grips the back of my thighs and pushes me forward until my core is hovering over his face. I grab the headboard again, knowing I’m going to need it to keep myself up.
Lucas’s fingers dig into the flesh on the back of my thighs, and he slowly brings his head up. My eyes flutter shut, and I try to move down against him, but he holds me steady. Damn him and his teasing. Doesn’t he know how greedy he’s made me?
He thinks he’s been teaching me patience, but really, the more we’re together, the more impatient I become. Because I know how fucking fantastic he can make me feel. Just when I think he’s going to lick me, flicking his tongue over my swollen clit, he turns his head to the side and sinks his teeth into my thigh.
I cry out, but not from pain. My thigh, just inches away from my pussy, is Lucas’s favorite place to drink from me. Drinking blood and sex go hand in hand for vampires, and what better way to do it than to pleasure me while satisfying himself at the same time.
Though tonight, he’s going in for more. He sucks hard, pulling my blood from my body, and then turns his head, tongue lashing out against me. He gives me just enough to get going again, to feel another orgasm start to wind deep inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it springs free.
Then he turns his head and bites my other thigh. A guttural growl escapes his lips as he drinks my blood from the new wound. Retracting his fangs, he brings his mouth to me again, flicking my clit with his tongue before putting his mouth over my core and sucking at the same time as he works his tongue.
I pitch forward, knees threatening to buckle. He moves his mouth back to the first bite, licking the blood that’s dripping down my thigh. And then he’s back to working that magic tongue, bringing me one step closer to the edge of coming before drinking more of my blood. His grip on my thighs tightens, and he brings me close to his face, sucking hard on one of the bite wounds, drinking a mouthful of blood.
Then he puts his mouth back on me, tongue dancing around my entrance. He lets out another growl, and his animalistic passion turns me on even more. Lashing his tongue faster and faster, it won’t take me long to come and he knows it.
My legs are shaking, and Lucas moves his hands to my hips, helping me stay up as I hold onto the headboard for dear life. The orgasm is right there on the surface, and my breath hitches, heart racing.
Lucas sucks my clit one last time, and it sends me over the edge. I come hard, wetness spilling from me as my body shudders. Lucas licks up everything I give him and then goes back for more blood. Stars dot my vision, and I can’t hold myself up any longer.
Lucas lays me down, bringing his hand between my legs. I’m too sensitive, still riding high from that orgasm to have another right now.
“Breathe,” he whispers and nuzzles his head against me. His hard cock presses against my thigh, and it’s only then I remember we’re nowhere near done yet. Though by the way he’s caressing me and rubbing against me, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer either.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” he asks, and I blink my eyes open. He’s next to me, blood on his face and eyes full of lust. If I need a few more minutes, he’ll wait. He’s not pushy and does whatever he can to bring me pleasure, even if that means delaying his own.
“Yes,” I pant and feebly reach for him. “I want you.”
He moves with vamp speed on top of me, pushing his cock inside me without a moment of hesitation. He thrusts in deep, and his body rubbing against the bite marks on my thighs hurts in the best way possible.
I grip his ass, squeezing hard and digging my nails into his skin. I bring my other hand up, magic buzzing around my fingers, and accidentally zap his shoulder. It’s not the first time it’s happened during sex, and it certainly won’t be the last. Luckily for me, Lucas finds it hot when I use magic.
“Do it again,” he groans, and I swirl bright blue magic around my fingers, burning his skin. He moans, driving his cock in deep. He feels so good inside of me, filling every single inch.
I feel everything, and I’m so close to coming again right now.
His fangs come down, and I know he’s about to come. I tilt my hips, and he hits me at a new angle, making us both cry out in pleasure. He pushes in balls deep as he comes, and the pulsing of his cock inside of me is all I need to come once more.
“I love you, Callie,” Lucas whispers, voice a little breathy even though he doesn’t have to breathe at all. “I won’t let anything come between us. And that’s a promise.”
“I told you this would be a success.” I grab my coffee from under the register. It’s cold now, but I take a sip anyway. I can easily reheat this with magic. I duck down, popping off the lid and holding my hand over it. It heats back up in seconds.
“I can’t believe how busy it is.” Kristy looks out at the store, which is still full of customers. We sold out of all three of the children’s books read out loud to the kids today, and the lines were long and steady to get a signed book by our attending authors. “And your sister seems to be having a great time.”
“That’s your sister?” Betty asks, coming up to the counter to look something up on the computer for a customer. “You two don’t look anything alike.”
“We don’t,” I agree. And according to Lucas, we don’t smell alike either. Apparently, siblings who share the same bloodline have a similar smell, and I smell nothing like the rest of my family.
“She’s a doctor, right?” Betty types the name of a book into a search, seeing if we have any in stock.
“Yeah, in Chicago.”
“Your niece is adorable.”
“Thanks,” I say with a smile. “She is pretty damn cute.” I take another drink of coffee and then head back into the crowd. Abby stays until the event winds down, and finds me in the back grabbing books to restock the shelves before she leaves.
“Thanks for inviting us,” she says, wrestling to keep Penny in her arms. The kid is not having it. “We’re going to take off. She desperately needs a nap and for some reason hates napping in the car. She’ll keep herself awake crying until we get home and I can rock her to sleep.”
“You could go to my house,” I offer. “It’s not far, and it’ll be quiet.”