Crimson Highlander (Onyx Assassins 2)

“It’s my turn,” I cut him off, shifting on the bed. I pushed against his chest, and only when he saw the intent in my eyes did he roll over to his back.

God, he was a work of art. I kissed my way down his chest—a colorful masterpiece with all the tattoos—and down over his carved abs, his hips…

“Fuck!” He hissed when I drew his cock into my mouth with one sweep.

I moaned at the taste of him in my mouth—all heat and pine. I swirled my tongue over his tip before glancing up at him from where I hovered. “I wore red lipstick just for you,” I said before taking him in again. His hips arched off the bed, claiming more of my mouth, and his fingers tangled in my hair. I fisted him with one hand, stroking and sucking, and dug my nails into his strong thigh with my other.

Up and down, I moved my mouth, taking him in as much as I could before drawing back for breath. God, he was huge and hard, and I couldn’t wait to get him inside me. But first? I wanted to play. Wanted to tease and torture and bring him to my level of need.

I sucked him harder, relishing the taste and feel of him. His hisses and groans only made my core deepen with heat, and soon I was a trembling mess as I stroked and flicked my tongue along his length. And just when I lightly grazed my teeth along the edge—

“Fuck, Valor, I’m going to come,” he growled the words, shifting his hips as if he wanted to move.

I kept him in my mouth, flicking my eyes up to meet his churning gaze. And then I took him deeper. Felt him harden to another degree—

“Fuck!” He hissed, spilling into my mouth. I took him, all of him, my body a tightly wound string of need as power rushed through my veins. I pulled away, his cock springing free of my lips with a little popping sound. I licked my lips as I shifted on my knees above him.

Yeah, I did that.

I put that look on his face—surprise and lust and respect and need.

“What are you smirking at, lass?”

“I didn’t think a centuries-old vampire could be surprised by much.”

A wicked glint sparked in his eyes, and he reached up to grab my hips. “I didn’t either,” he said, flipping me so I was on my back, and he was between my knees. “But I’m prepared to return the favor.”

I bit my lip, anticipation flying through me, but I shook my head. “I’m not easily surprised, Lachlan,” I said, emphasizing his name enough that a tremor rolled over his beautifully naked body.

“Always a challenge with you,” he groaned, a smirk on his lips.

“You’re one to talk—”

His movements cut off my words, my thoughts. Everything narrowed to his fingers on my wrists, gentle yet strong as he guided my hands above my head and positioned them on the bed railing. “You release these hands, Valor, and I’ll spank you.”

A bolt of awareness rocketed down my spine at the primal tenor in his tone. He held my gaze, waiting a breath to see if I’d disobey him.

I kept my hands wrapped around that railing.

“Good girl,” he said, and my heart raced against my chest. His eyes scanned the length of my body, slow and burning as he took his fill. With just the tip of his finger, he traced a line down the center of my chest, over my belly, and—

I groaned when he lifted his hand before he could reach between my thighs.

“Lachlan,” I sighed, lifting my hips in an effort to get his hands back on me.

He sucked his teeth, his lips peeling back in a smile that showed his fangs descended. “Always in such a hurry,” he chided, then reached over the bed toward my nightstand. The slosh of the ice bucket trilled before he quickly brought his hand to his lips.

“What—”

He showed an ice cube between his teeth before he lowered his head to my breast.

“Oh!” I gasped as he teased that ice cube over my pert nipple. I arched into the thigh he had pressed between my legs, needing more contact, more heat, more Lachlan. He moved to the other breast, teasing me with the cold wetness until I writhed beneath him. Then he finished off the half-melted ice and plunged lower. “Lachlan!” I screamed when his icy-cool tongue slipped between my thighs. The contrast between hot and cold made my head spin as he licked me from slit to clit.

I arched my hips, meeting his tongue with each long lap. I gripped the bed railing so hard I was shocked it didn’t break.

Lachlan slipped his hands beneath my ass, palming it, using that leverage to control my movements as he devoured me like his own personal feast. He swirled his tongue over that bundle of nerves, holding onto me so I couldn’t plunge upward like my body desperately begged to.