Fanged Love by

He breaks the kiss suddenly, his breath ragged. “Remove your clothes and go lie on the bed.”

The note of command in his voice excites something deep inside me. I’ve never been with a man who wants to take control like that. I comply, making my way to his bedroom. He follows, and when I reach the large bed, I keep my eyes locked on his, wanting his reaction as I unveil what I know he wants. I reach back and unzip my dress before slowly sliding the cap sleeves off my shoulders. The dress falls to my waist, and I shimmy it down over my hips. It pools at my feet. His dark eyes gleam as I step out of it, wearing only black lace panties and a matching bra I wore just for him. I wanted this moment and now I finally have him.

“And the rest. Take it off,” he says, barely restrained need in his voice.

My lips curve up, loving the effect I have on him. I unhook my bra, sliding it off and tossing it carelessly to the side. His hot gaze never leaves my breasts, and my nipples form hard points under his attention.

“Everything else,” he commands.

My breath quickens in anticipation. I slide off my heels and push my panties down, stepping out of them and letting them dangle from one finger.

His gaze is hooded, taking me in from head to toe. My body heats in response, and I drop the panties, my need spiking.

“Now what?” I ask softly.

“Lie down in the center of the bed.”

I pull the covers down and do as he says, letting my legs fall open. He approaches, his gaze eating me up, yet still he holds back. He needs some enticement. I slide my hand between my legs, touching myself. “Is this what you like? You want to see me pleasure myself?” I’ve never done anything like that before, but something about this man makes me want to step outside my comfort zone. Our connection is intense on every level, and I welcome it.

He doesn’t answer, his hungry gaze glued to my fingers. I like him watching more than I thought I would. His massive erection throbs as I continue, my fingers stroking lazily at first. But then his smoldering eyes meet mine, and my fingers move faster, wanting release, wanting him to see how close he’s brought me just from a look. That’s how powerful this thing is between us.

My head arches back as my climax hits. Suddenly he’s on me, his powerful naked body covering mine as his teeth clamp on the cord of my neck. I pant as my pleasure builds again. “What are you doing to me? Oh God, it feels so…sooo…good.” I’m dying of pleasure, lost in it.

My hips rock against his hardness, needing more, and then suddenly I’m there, crashing over the edge. “Yess,” I hiss, rocking helplessly against him.

A harsh knock sounds at the door. “Boz!” The knocking turns into pounding. “Boz!”

It sounds urgent, but I’m light-headed in the aftermath of the heat of the moment and the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’m having trouble catching my breath.

Boz releases my neck, lifting his head. “Neli,” he says.

I close my eyes, so drained I can’t move. Whoa.

He holds my jaw. “Are you all right?”

I smile what I’m sure is a goofy smile. “That was amazing. Let’s keep going so you can have your pleasure. I’m ready for more.”

Neli keeps pounding on the door. “Boz!”

I sit up, wrapping the blanket around myself. “It sounds urgent. I hope everything’s okay.”

“Her urgent is not my urgent,” he says, getting out of bed. “I’ll get rid of her.”

I follow him, grabbing his pants on the way, and hand them to him with a pointed look. I don’t want Neli to see what only I should get to see. I hope this will be an exclusive thing.

He lets out a manly sigh, pulls them on, and stalks to the door.

I stick close by, wrapping the blanket tighter around my shoulders, hoping everything is okay with Neli. Especially because I really want to do that again. Boz’s abilities in bed were not exaggerated. And I still ache to feel him inside me. All I got was a love-bite orgasm. What was that?

Boz yanks the door open. “Neli, you are disturbing my supreme lovemak—”

Neli’s eyes dart to the side. Suddenly a man jumps out with a wooden stake, screaming, “Die, vampire!”

It’s that man who keeps following us!

Boz moves with such speed he’s a blur. Suddenly the man is flat on his back on the floor. Boz pins him there with one hand and bites his neck. Neli’s urgent voice is drowned out by the man screaming.

My hand flies to my throat, shock rendering me immobile.

A moment later, the man goes still and deathly silent.