Love Bites

“God.” She rubbed her breasts against him, her rock-hard nipples practically scoring his skin. He tore his T-shirt in his hurry to get it fully out of the way. Oh, yes. Yes. Nothing had ever felt so deliciously right.

“Want more?” He dug his fingers into her ass, rotating his hips so the crinkly hair at the base of his shaft ground against her clit.

She panted, nodding. “Yes. More.” She gripped his shoulders and lanced her tongue into his mouth, her body consuming his with every clench of her cunt. So tight and hot, so juicy and perfectly made for his cock, she took him and begged for more.

He reared up to drive himself deeper into her scalding heat, his balls slapping her in time with his thrusts. Here was the woman he’d dreamed of, in living Technicolor. Naked, her nipples branded with red circles from his lips, her body welcoming him with every stroke.

Luke leaned forward over Kellan’s seat to lap at Sydney’s breasts as if she were a dripping ice cream cone. The stiff cock he’d freed from his trousers bobbed a little too close to Kellan’s cheek for comfort, but Luke resumed stroking it, thereby keeping his staff out of Kellan’s line of sight. Damn good thing, because his buddy was on his own.

Kellan leaned up on his elbow, his mouth unerringly locating her pulse underneath her collarbone. He licked her skin, exploring the hollow between her delicate bones as he changed the angle of his cock to stimulate her G-spot.

Her nails burrowed into his shoulders. “God, you feel incredible.” Her moisture flooded his cock, eliciting his own raw groan. “Damn, I’m coming.”

He pumped deeper, his fingers seeking her distended clit. He pistoned his hips, pushing her for more. “Not done yet,” he murmured into her ear.

“I can’t, I can’t—”

“You can.” Kellan pulled out, leaving her hovering on the edge of his shaft. Then he slowly pushed deep, coaxing another climax from her, one that caused her inner walls to ripple around him.

She moaned, fusing her mouth to his while she bucked and quaked. Shuddering, she collapsed against his chest, her body limp and beaded with sweat.

Kellan adjusted his hold and thumbed up her chin. Her breath hissed out as he skimmed the edge of his teeth along her damp jaw. In another second, his fangs would be fully extended. There could be no stopping the reaction any more than he could halt the orgasm bearing down on him.

An instant would be all it would take. Her blood would flow over his tongue, warming him, filling him, until he tasted her and scented her in every pore. His erection pulsed insistently. Yes, an instant. Then he’d take away the memory and she would never know.

“Man, don’t do it,” Luke warned from the back seat. He leaned forward to brush his mouth over Syd’s temple, but his gaze was all for Kellan. “Don’t.”

Kellan surged his cock inside her. Dammit, he needed to come. And he needed her blood just as much as he’d needed to feel her spasm around him.

“Don’t what?” She lifted her head, making it even easier for Kellan’s teeth to access that alluring throb beneath her skin. “Come inside me? It’s okay.” Her lips lifted slyly. “I’ve been on the Pill forever.”

Screw Lucas. He’d do what he needed to, consequences be damned.

He gripped her ass, lifting her until his swollen tip grazed her clit. He entered her again slowly, inching inward as her body accepted him on a warm, welcoming gush of liquid.

Her eyes shuttered and she kneaded his stomach, goading him on. “Oh, God. Come inside me. Let me feel it.”

He needed no further invitation.

Kellan drove deep, rearing up to slice her skin with his fangs as his cock pumped its release. She twitched in his hold, her moans turning to screams as her sweet, slightly salty blood rained down his throat.

Never had he sampled someone so delectable. He needed more. No amount could quench his thirst. His balls jerked as they emptied and still he drank, unable to stop, until finally he realized her pleasured moans had ceased.

Luke grabbed his shoulder. “Goddammit, Kell, you’re killing her!”

He ripped his mouth away from her throat, staring in horror at the wide gash he’d made. She looked like she’d been attacked by a savage. Blood soaked the T-shirt she’d never managed to get all the way off, and her cheeks had paled to the white of the moon.

He released her and she slumped against him, boneless. Not moving. Barely breathing.

Dear God, he had killed her.

“She’s not dead.” Luke spoke in an even voice. “Yet. But you know what we have to do now. We have no choice. You took too much for her to heal on her own. She needs our blood.”

Giving a human vampire blood was always dangerous. A lot was required for a change, so that wasn’t an issue. But a blood exchange scent-marked them as vampire bait and gave them some of the same powers as the vampire that fed them. In a few days, the fading vampire essence would become overwhelmed by the composition of the human’s blood, but in the meantime, their minds could not be wiped.

It was a fine line. A little sip, memory access. A little more, the ability to alter those memories. Still more, saving the human from certain death. And then finally, with a long drink, the choice to offer them eternal life.

But there were always risks. While the humans were riding the vampire juice, the possibility existed their memories of the bite would slip through, although the mortal would have to be extremely strong-willed. But to be safe, they had to be quarantined from other humans, lest they talked about what had occurred.