CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY
“I need you,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you inside me.”
He pulls me back towards the sofa, hands desperately pulling up the voluminous folds of the gown. He finds my flesh and kneads my thighs, pinching his way up to my backside. He sits, pulling me down with him, and I have a horrible flashback of the last time I was on this sofa in this position. I push the memory aside and concentrate on getting him out of his clothes. He struggles out of his jacket and I pull on his tie to undo it, tossing it aside quickly to get to work on his shirt. I want to feel him, feel his skin against mine. I want to rake my claws across his chest and drink from him. I Shift and slice easily through his shirt, not caring that it probably cost him a fortune and rip it off him.
“Get rid of the gown,” he growls desperately.
It’s gone in a second and he drags me, unencumbered, to him. I can feel his stiff cock pushing against me through his pants and I grind down on him causing him to groan.
He lets go of me long enough to free his cock but then his hands are back on me.
“I want you now,” he says.
I don’t need asking twice as I rise up and thrust down onto him, encasing him in my wet heat.
“So wet,” he murmurs. “I wish we were human so I could feel how hot you are. So, you could feel me.”
His words give me slight pause. It’s the oddest thing for him to say. But there again, he has been saying odd things for a while now. I think no more of it as I ride him and he clamps his fangs down on my neck to feed. I am burning with desire but push it away as I want him to make me orgasm in another way. I hope the longer I delay coming, the more likely he is to give it to me. It has been forever since he did it, back in the orgy room when the four of us were still playing nice.
He releases the bite and says hungrily, “You’re going to make me work for it tonight, aren’t you?” His eyes are pitch black and full of lust.
“You know what I want,” I whisper and his eyes flash. An unspoken rule of never asking for it, only letting him choose to give it to me. But rules are being broken all over the place lately, so fuck it. What’s one more? I know he will do it, but he will make me pay first. With me still riding him slowly, he drags just one claw down my chest in between my breasts and I squirm against the sting, raking my own claws down his back. He drags his tongue back up the gash and I am about ready to explode with holding onto my orgasm.
He delicately circles a bloody cut around my nipple, and he swipes his tongue around that, licking me until it heals. I am in pure ecstasy. He moves his mouth over the aching peak and licks me, breathing on me softly, causing me to arch my back to push myself further against his mouth. He must Shift back then, as he nips at me with his regular teeth and I growl in frustration. “Fuck, Constantine. You are driving me crazy.”
“No one is stopping you from letting go, Aefre. In fact, I would prefer it if you did,” he says matter-of-factly. All it does is make me even more resolved to make him work for it now. Talk about cutting my nose off to spite my face, stubborn fool that I am. I pull up off his dick and it is his turn to growl at me now that he is no longer inside me. “Don’t play games with me, Aefre.”
“Give me what I want,” I say, bold now in the face of my own idiocy.
He flips us over, so my back is on the sofa and he thrusts into me, long and hard, pinning me in place. I wrap my legs around him as who am I kidding? I can’t hold out for him anymore than he can for me.
“Don’t do that again,” he says as he speeds up, pounding my pussy, forcing my orgasm to the surface once again.
Oh, Christ, I want to let go but I don’t. I think of every distasteful thing that I can to douse the fire burning inside me. Well, I definitely learned from the best on how to be a stubborn idiot as he continues to grind into me but goes nowhere near where I want him to be. He is rock-hard inside me and pulsing in and out against the right spot with alarming accuracy. When I do finally let go, it will more than likely be mind-blowing, in the literal sense, but at least I will die a happy girl.
“You are a stubborn little thing,” he whispers to me. “I
will make you see the error of your ways.” He withdraws his cock and sits down again, pulling me onto him, facing outwards. Now, I know he isn’t going to give me what I want because he can’t reach it. Fucking infuriating Vampire. He lifts me up and impales me on his hard shaft, my dripping wet pussy aching to clench around him. I cry out despite myself. He reaches around me with one hand to play with my nipple, the other going to my clit. I am absolutely soaking wet. I wonder how much longer he can last. I move over him, wanting to bring him to his knees as I continue to think about horrible things. An image of Devon fucking that girl enters my head and completely distracts me long enough to push the rush of desire away.
“Fuck, Aefre. You are killing me,” he mutters. “I want to feel you throbbing against me. I want to know how good I make you feel.”
Crap, his words are undoing me, and I know that’s his game. “Oh, baby,” I moan as he drops his fangs into my neck again.
In the end, I lose it. I can’t contain it anymore. The rush comes, thundering over me making my blood race through my veins as I come so loudly and so forcefully around him, I think the whole hotel must have heard and felt it. He purrs as my ecstasy floods his mouth through my blood and the vibrations set me off again. He releases the bite and in a move so sudden, I don’t know how he did it, he turns me around to face him, ramming me back down onto his cock as I’m still throbbing away, and he clamps down on my nipple with his fangs sinking in. I am so completely lost in the next wave of my multiple orgasm, I really do just want to die because everything after this is going to be a severe anti-climax.
Pardon the pun.
He pulls back and breathes, “Fuck, Aefre,” before he kisses me and unloads his spunk inside me with his own forceful orgasm that goes on and on.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE
I rest my forehead on his. We are both breathing heavily and dripping with sweat.
“You lose,” he rasps at me.
“Yes, I do. I’m not ashamed to admit defeat,” I say and laugh happily. “Christ, that was the best sex I have ever had,” I add to his delight.
“Me too,” he says.