Brea could feel the cool stainless ring resting against her abdomen. Her nipples tightened and wetness gathered between her thighs. She swore she’d climax without him even touching her if he didn’t get a move on. Fire licked her veins, threatening to incinerate her.
His free hand threaded through her hair and tilted her head, giving her no choice but to meet his gaze. “Just so you know, that was fucking amazing.”
“So why did you stop me?”
“Because when I come the first time with you—and I stress first time because it sure in the hell won’t be the last—I want to be looking into your beautiful face, not staring down at the top of your head.”
Brea didn’t know why, but his confession brought moisture to her eyes. Damn her sentimental side. She blinked away the unwanted tears and worried her lower lip. Her fangs nicked the soft flesh, drawing vampire blood to the surface. She quickly ran her tongue over the tiny wound and sealed it. Even a drop of her blood could have detrimental consequences for Draven. She wasn’t about to sentence him to a life of darkness, not when she planned to leave him in a few short hours.
“Then what the hell are you waiting on, barkeep?” Brea used her smart ass side to keep her emotions from getting tangled up. She couldn’t allow her surfacing sentiments to stop her from taking flight when they were through. “I can feel myself getting older by the minute.”
Draven growled, gripped her hips and easily lifted her from the floor. He seated her on his erection in one swift motion. Brea gasped. He filled her completely, and nothing had ever felt so right. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist.
“How’s that for swift?” He raised one of his dark brows. “The question is… How hard do you want it?”
Brea gripped his long hair that he’d pulled up into a bun, and tightened her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his muscular ass. “You forget, barkeep. I’m a vampire. You might break the bed, but you aren’t going to break me.”
A chuckle rumbled out of him. “Something tells me I should be scared, but instead I just want to bang the shit out of you. So much for making love.”
Chapter 12
Draven had wanted to ease her into it, love her like she deserved. Hell, she had been through so much already. Instead, her legs wrapped his waist with his erection buried to the hilt, while standing in the middle of a very crappy bedroom. Not a place he normally would think to lay his head, let alone fuck someone. His white, pristine apartment came to mind. This dusty old cabin was anything but clean. It could certainly use a hand from his cleaning lady.
We’re not in Kansas anymore.
He wasn’t sure why the old Wizard of Oz quote came to mind, but they were a long shot from home. Instead of off to see the wizard, they would soon be visiting someone more sadistic, someone with little regard for human life, someone responsible for thousands of deaths, either directly or indirectly. Draven hoped Brea succeeded in her desire to wipe Raúl’s sorry ass from the planet. Draven would gladly aid her in her quest.
Her heels dug into his ass as she rocked on his erection, thankfully shutting out his troubling thoughts. The only thing that should matter at the moment was the sexy as hell woman arching beautifully before him, her small breasts but scant inches from his lips. He had never had a shortage of women, being the owner of a nightclub, but none of them compared to the woman now in his arms.
Brea tightened her grip on his hair. “Where the hell did you go, barkeep?”
Draven growled. “Wishing I wasn’t about to toss you on a filthy mattress.”
“There’s a shower about fifteen feet behind us.” Her smile widened, giving him a good view of her very white, very sharp fangs. “We can make use of that later.”
With his palms cupping her smooth ass, he walked them to the nearest wall, using the wooden surface to drive himself deeper, not yet ready to make use of the bed.
Brea moaned.
Her breath hitched.
Nearly pulling out, Draven grit his teeth before slamming back into her, her walls tightening around him like a snug fist. Brea’s back rode up the pine as Draven fucked her, giving Brea what she had asked for—hard. His blood pulsed through his ears. His balls tightened. The wooden paneling groaned beneath the pressure of his thrusts.
She leaned forward, licking the long column of his neck, her lips a hairbreadth from his carotid. Damn, if he didn’t think about her sinking those razor-sharp fangs into him, almost wishing she would, adding to the already hot fucking sex. He was but a bite away from her blowing his mind.
Draven tried his damnedest to hold off his climax, knowing he was mere moments away. If she chose to sink her fangs, it would be all over. No two ways about it, she’d have a new term of endearment for him other than barkeep. Somehow, minute man didn’t have quite the same effect.
He needed to stay focused, needed her all in if he were to catch her off guard. A shiver ran down his spine. Hell, the thought of taking her blood no longer disgusted him. He turned from the wall, grabbed her by the waist, and set her on her feet. Her gaze held questions, questions he’d answer in about … oh, two-point-zero seconds.
Tossing her to the bed, he gripped her ankles and pulled her forward so that her ass rested on the edge, her thighs spread. A small steel ring shimmered in the low light, piercing the back of her vulva.
“Oh, fuck … that is a beautiful thing.”
A smile tipped her lips. “You like?”
“Are you kidding me right now? Fuuuuck.”
Draven dropped to his knees and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs. He ran his nose up the soft flesh, catching the scent of her vanilla musk as he lightly caressed her skin with his fingers. Nipping the flesh, he used the pad of his tongue to soothe away the ache. A very long tongue that was about to make Brea a very contented woman. He had heard the gossip around the club and some of his past lovers.
Brea gripped the hair at the top of his head and hissed.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“I swear if you don’t allow me to come, barkeep, I’ll make you regret the day we met.”
He laughed. “I’ve trekked through the forest, been shot at, lived in this dump, and you don’t think I might already regret it?”
She playfully slapped his arm, before her expression changed to one of concern. “Do you?”
“Hell no.” He winked. “My only mission at the moment is making you cry out my name.”
Her gaze flickered with humor. “Which one?”
“How many do you have for me?” he asked, leaving her chuckling. One hand stroking his cock, Draven used the other to slip a finger along her damp center. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
He leaned in, using his tongue to take the same path as his finger, earning him another moan. Her thigh muscles shivered and her head tilted into the mattress. He slid a finger into her while drawing her little bundle of nerves between his lips.
Brea squirmed. “Don’t. Stop. Oh… God.”
“That might just be my favorite nickname so far.” Draven smiled, then licked another path up her folds.
“For once in your life, Draven. Shut. The. Hell. Up.” She pulled his hair. “And do that again.”
One of his brows rose with his amusement. “This you mean?”
He sucked her sensitive flesh between his teeth, toying with it using the tip of his tongue. Her walls trembled about his fingers, gripping them. Brea was damn close to climaxing. He could feel it in her response, see it in the swiftness of her breathing, and in the tightness in which she held him. Using both hands now, he spread her wide and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He circled the small ring in her vulva, traced a path up her center before dipping it inside.
Her thigh muscles tightened. Her limbs shook and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. He glanced up, watching her. Damn, but that was a beautiful thing. Draven continued the assault until she pulled his head from between her thighs. He ran a palm down his whiskered jaw and looked down on a very sa
ted Brea. Nothing had ever looked more beautiful.
His cock pained him, needing a release of its own. Draven shivered, not only because of Brea lying before him offering, but also over the concept of drinking her blood. From his understanding, he’d need very little. The thought scared the shit out of him.
Vampire.
And a mated one at that.
He hoped his mate would still be talking to him.
Brea smiled languidly, looking well-fucked. Draven was well past waiting. He stood, shucked his jeans and briefs, then knelt on the bed between her spread thighs. The mattress creaked and dipped beneath his added weight. He’d definitely want a repeat on his white satiny sheets when they made it home … if they made it home. Brea could have her pick of sides to his bed, though he’d much preferred her taking the spot beneath him.
She crooked a finger and he gladly obeyed, stopping just shy of touching her, taking her nakedness in. She was a gorgeous vision, one he’d never tire of looking at. Draven leaned down, cradled her face, and brushed his lips softly against hers, showing her what he wasn’t ready to put into words. Binding her to him would not be a hardship, at least not from where he sat. As a matter of fact, he thought he might be getting the better end of the deal. He was doing it for her own safety, though she wouldn’t see it that way. Brea might think of him as being saddled to another player.
After all, he had earned every bit of his reputation.
Only a coward would have agreed to her terms, promising her he’d stay behind. Like hell. Since she refused to allow him to follow her as a man, then he intended to do so as a blood-drinking vampire. Brea’s argument would no longer hold water. If she failed in her crusade, then they’d go down together, a united front.
Draven deepened his kiss, possessing her, branding her to him. She was his and he wasn’t about to share her, nor would he ever make her face disappointment in him. His erection slid along her folds, eliciting a groan. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
“What are you waiting on, barkeep?”
Draven laughed. He had a feeling making love to her would never become stale. “I thought you needed recovery time. After all, I just gave you a brag-worthy climax.”
Brea chuckled, rocking the just-fucked look. “Pretty sure of that tongue of yours, aren’t you?”
“Confident. There’s a difference.” He flashed her his pearly whites. “I don’t hear you complaining.”
She gripped his hair and pulled him forward, their lips barely grazing. “And you won’t either. Now, why not shut up and get busy giving me another climax worth bragging about?”
Draven growled. Taking her wrists in one of his hands, he pinned them over her head. He kissed a path down her neck, lightly nipping her soft flesh, before running his tongue along the same path, tasting the gathering salt. Bracing himself, he let go of her wrists and positioned his cock at her opening, sinking just the crown. His arms shook with the need to push forward.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, before fully sinking into her.
Her back arched, her breasts now just scant inches from his lips. Sucking one taut nipple between his lips earned him a moan. He suckled the tight bud, then circled it with his tongue, before giving the other one equal attention and tugging the tiny ring between his teeth. Kissing a path up her chest, he slanted his lips over hers, intertwining their fingers, pinning her hands overhead once again. Draven created a rhythm she easily followed, greedily raising her hips to meet him. Her walls gripped him, tighter than he had felt with any woman in his past. Jesus! Was that a vampire thing? If so, he damn well liked it.
Pure ecstasy.
Who needed the crap he used to peddle when drug-free you could reach the same fucking heights? He thought about biting her. She’d be damn pissed, maybe even refuse to ever fuck him again. If so, Draven needed this to count, just in case she decided to take his balls.
“Look at me, Brea.”
Her dark gaze raised to his. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Brea was close to going over the edge. Increasing his rhythm, Draven released her wrists and reached between them to the spot they were joined. He circled her clit, adding pressure to the nerves.
“Don’t hold back. Ah… Fuck!”
“Draven—” His name tumbled from her lips at the same time his orgasm squeezed out of him.
Her climax milked him as she tilted her head into the mattress, exposing her slender neck to him. Draven had seconds in which to act, to take complete advantage of Brea. He licked the slender column of her throat and bit … hard. The taste of her vampire blood filled his mouth, leaving him no room for regrets.
Chapter 13
“What the hell have you done?” Brea whispered as she watched Draven finally sleeping peacefully.
His actions had caused her to seriously delay her departure from the cabin, which was risky at best. Raúl no doubt had his men combing the area, and it had been nothing short of pure luck that kept them from being found.
Nearly a week had passed since Draven had so stupidly bit her out of some mixed up desire to protect her from her godfather. She hadn’t needed his help. Christ! He had further complicated matters. What had she been thinking bringing him along? She should’ve known he would have stopped at nothing short of death to see her safe.
Since the first day she had walked into his nightclub, looking for Joseph, he had seemed to take it upon himself to be her knight in shining armor. His loyalty had mandated he follow his fallen friend’s wishes. Trouble was, she didn’t need saving. And she resented the fact he thought her so feeble he felt the need to turn himself into a bloodsucker … no matter how endearing his actions.
Then there was the sex.
It had been fantastic.
Thank goodness for Draven had sealed their fate when he took her blood, mating them. If by some miracle they walked away from this mess, the eternal binding couldn’t be undone. Even though she tried to remain optimistic, Brea wasn’t foolish enough to think they were above being taken out. Vampire or not, Joseph hadn’t had a fighting chance. If Raúl decided he wanted someone dead, then there wasn’t a whole lot they could do about it. He killed people without blinking, had done so for lesser sins.
Raúl wasn’t about to be thrilled with the idea she’d taken on another mate. They weren’t married, but Raúl wouldn’t understand the difference. There was no such thing as divorce, no walking away once mated. Only death ended the alliance. Joseph had probably thought he could handle the monogamy when he had agreed to protect her from her godfather by mating with her. He had failed … in a big way.
She glanced back at Draven. Sweat beading his brow was the only lingering indication he had gone through a near week of hell. The fire burning beneath his flesh and through his veins wouldn’t be something he’d ever forget. Joseph had held her through most of her change and absorbed some of the pain. She had tried to hold Draven, tried to soak up some of the agony. But it hadn’t worked. Maybe because the male was supposed to take care of the female. What the hell did she know? Brea rolled her eyes.
Typical.
Even as vampires, the men were chauvinists.
Thank goodness the worst of it was over. Draven would need nourishment. As would she. Since his turning, his blood could no longer feed her. She could drink from him, pleasure in it even. But the substance she needed to stay alive could only be found in a human. Brea would need to take him into Tijuana where she could find a couple of humans to feed on, followed by hypnotizing them.
She glanced at her clasped hands as she sat cross-legged on the mattress next to Draven. The death chill had taken over her skin, making it nearly translucent. She was days past needing to feed, but she hadn’t been able to bear leaving Draven’s side.
What if Raúl’s men happened upon him?
She might be weak due to the lack of blood, but Draven stood a better chance with her at his side. He needed the red cells to complete the change and gain his strength. Once he awoke, they’d be able to take the motorcycl
e into town and find a quiet little hole-in-the-wall bar. A quick trip for fast food. They’d be in and out, and back on the road with the humans completely unaware.
Draven stretched his long limbs. The sheet covering him slipped dangerously low on his hips, drawing her gaze down his chest, past his abs, to the happy trail heading for his groin. She licked her lips, desire shooting through her. This gorgeous man was hers.
Mated.
Brea thought about her mission, one that might see them both killed, and couldn’t help but wonder if they weren’t better off walking away. They’d be forced to live a life on the run, moving frequently, staying one step ahead of her godfather. She was sure there would be no getting Raúl to see reason.
She nibbled a fingernail, watching Draven’s eyes move rapidly behind his eyelids, telling her he was in the throes of a dream. Running wouldn’t be the answer. She wouldn’t live her life in fear that her godfather might one day catch up to them. It was no way to live.
Brea needed to stop Raúl.
If not for her, then for Draven and his noble attempt to help her.
He groaned, a scowl on his lips. Exhaustion continued to claim him. Brea rested her back along the wall behind the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. Would Draven manage to remain faithful when his reasoning for mating had nothing to do with friendship, let alone love? Brea didn’t think she could handle another infidelity.
Not with him.
She blinked, stopped by her thoughts.
Releasing a deep breath, she ran her palms down her face. The truth had sneaked up on her, taking her unaware. It might not have been love at first site, but Draven certainly had grown on her over the past few days. He made her laugh, frustrated her to no end, endeared her, and was an incredible lover. Leaving him behind was out of the question, which meant she had to take care of his needs.
Even before her own.
“Fuck!” Draven shifted on the mattress, attempting to sit. He groaned, before falling back to the mattress. “Please tell me the fire running through my veins isn’t because I died and this is hell.”
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