Lover Unleashed (Black Dagger Brotherhood 9)

Too right. “That’s just where I’m headed.”

Moving quickly, he went out to reception and then waited for the buzz to sound so that he could push the final doors open. With any luck, the head vet hadn’t seen a thing—

“Thank you, Jesus,” Manny muttered, as he got his cue and shoved with his hip.

He wasted no time going over to the car, although getting out his keys while keeping Payne off the ground was a scramble. So was opening her door. But then he put her in the passenger seat, all the while wondering if she was ill. Shit, he had no way of getting into contact with anyone from her world.

Going around and sitting behind the wheel, he thought, Fuck it, he was just going to drive her back to the vampires—

“May I ask something of you?” she said in a slurred way.

“Anything—what do you—”

“May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself . . . curiously depleted.”

Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.

Her soft lips found the inside of his wrist, but her bite was not swift, as if she were having trouble summoning the energy. Still, she got the job done and he jumped, the sharp pain nailing him in the heart and making him a little light-headed. Or . . . maybe that was a function of the sudden, overwhelming arousal that shot not just through his balls and into his cock, but raced around his entire body.

On a groan, his hips rolled in the Porsche’s seat and he let his head fall back. God, this felt good . . . the sucking rhythm she fell into might as well have been on his erection—and even though it should have hurt, the pull and swallow registered only as pleasure, a stinging, sweet pleasure that he was damned certain he would die for.

He fell into a blissful state; it felt like centuries that they were linked with her fangs in his flesh. Time had no meaning, and neither did the reality that they were in a parking lot in a car with clear windows.

Fuck the world.

It was only him and her together.

And that was before her diamond eyes opened and looked up at him, locking not on his face but his neck.

Vampire . . . he thought. Beautiful vampire.

Mine.

As that thought coalesced in his mind, he acted on autopilot, shifting his head to the side, offering his jugular to her—

He didn’t have to ask twice. In a great surge, Payne sprang up, all but launching her whole body onto him, her hand shoving into his hair and tightening on his nape. As she held him in her grip, he was utterly immobilized, hers for the taking . . . prey for her predator. And now that she had him, she moved slowly, her fangs dropping to his skin and dragging up the column of his throat, making him stiffen in anticipation of the puncturing and the sucking. . . .

“Fuck!” he barked when she bit him. “Oh . . . yeah . . .”

His hands grabbed onto her shoulders, pulling her even closer. “Take it all . . . take—Oh God . . .oh, shit—”

Something stroked his cock. And given that he knew exactly where his palms were, it had to be her. Shifting around, going straight-up greedy, he gave her as much space to move as he could . . . and move she did, up and down against his straining erection, his hips helping her, countering the strokes.

His breath was loud in the inside of the car as he panted, and so were his moans: It didn’t take long at all until his balls went numb and the tip of his cock tightened up against the mounting pressure.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “You’d better stop if you don’t want me to—”

At that, she popped the bow on the scrubs and burrowed inside—

Manny saw motherfucking stars. The instant her skin was against his, he orgasmed like he’d never had one before, his head jacking back hard, his hands digging into her shoulders, his hips bucking like crazy. And she didn’t stop the drinking or the pumping—so just as it had been before, he kept it up with the releasing, the pleasure ramping higher with every spasm through his erection.

It ended way too soon.

Then again, they could have kept at it for a decade and he would have remained starved for more.

When Payne pulled out of him, she eased back and licked her way around the sharp

points of her fangs, her tongue pink against the white. Man . . . that gorgeous glow was back underneath her skin, making her seem like a dream.