Then she looked down at the cheesecake, a look of longing on her face.
“How about we eat and then you can show me how much you appreciate all the effort.”
She smiled. “That sounds really good.” Titan noticed how good she looked in his t-shirt. She drowned in the thing but he loved seeing her in it. Titan walked over and took the pan from her.
“So …” She swirled her finger into the cake and licked. Fuck if his dick didn’t take notice. “You have a thing for coming to my rescue completely naked.”
“And you love it.” He brushed his lips against hers.
“I live for it.” She kissed him. “I might just fake attacks more often,” she whispered against his mouth. Then she pulled back and her eyes clouded when she realized that there wouldn’t be a next time. He felt it too. Within moments, she pulled herself together. “It’s not like anyone would attack anyway.” She quickly moved on.
“They could.” He sobered in an instant. The thought of those fuckers going after Natasha pissed him the hell off.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. Not with a big, burly vampire in the house.”
“They could bring silver. They know what silver does to us and it isn’t pretty. I would be useless to you.”
“Then I’ll shoot them full of holes.”
“Yeah right.” He looked at her pointedly. “Where’s your Glock?”
“It’s in my purse, which is …” She pointed at her purse on the floor in the lounge. Oops! Bad move. “I guess I was distracted. It’s your fault.”
“From here on out you wear the thing, starting right now. You might only be here for a few more hours but I want you safe.”
“I can’t exactly wear it in the shower.”
“Take it with you then, smartass.” He leaned forward and nipped at her ear.
“Ow!” she laughed.
Shit! He needed to watch with the biting. Being with her felt so natural, he was inclined to just sink his teeth in. His gums throbbed at the thought.
“I’ll go and get my holster then, it’s in my bedroom.” She palmed his dick and he groaned.
“You do that,” his voice was deep. “I’ll cut us some cheesecake. I’m afraid it’ll be a small slice.”
Natasha giggled and turned back. “Don’t forget the milk. It can be a midnight snack.”
He looked at the clock. “More like early morning snack.”
She gave a tight nod before looking ahead and disappearing into the bedroom with her purse. He got to work cutting and plating the dessert.
Time was flying. Right now, he hated each and every tick of the clock. It was going too quickly. They’d fallen asleep after fucking three times. He hadn’t meant to, the plan had been to make the most of every minute, but holding her in his arms had brought such peace. There was no damned way he was sleeping again though. They could talk and touch, there would be lots of touching … he wasn’t done … not by a long shot. A couple more hours would have to be enough though.
“Where’s my cheesecake?” She came bounding into the room just as he was pouring the milk.
“Here you go.” He handed her a plate and a fork.
“Mmmmmmm ….” The sound went straight to his cock. “That looks so good.”
“It certainly does.” He was looking at her. There was a telltale bulge under her left arm. The idea of her wearing her gun turned him on. He was a sick bastard. “Let’s eat … quickly.”
Natasha laughed. “I’m savoring every bite.” She picked up her glass of milk.
“No problem! Savor away.” He grinned. “But I have to warn you to be careful, no choking.”
“Why on earth would I choke?” They walked through to his room.
“You’ll be savoring those last few bites with my cock inside you.”
Her mouth fell open. “Are you always this crass?”
He nodded. “I say what I mean and mean what I say. Call that crass if you want. I know you like it though.”
“How would you know that?” They sat on the edge of the bed. She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I can scent your arousal. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” Natasha squirmed. “Yes, okay … yes, I am … Let’s eat quick.” The scent grew stronger making his balls pull up, even though he had yet to touch her.
Natasha took her first bite and moaned. “Oh, my good golly! This is good.” She spoke around her food.
He also took a bite. It was good but he could think of other things he’d like on his tongue way more.
She took a second bite and put her fork down on the plate. “I know we agreed not to talk shop but there’s something I’ve been meaning to chat with you about.”
“Right now?”
“We’re eating right now so, I may as well mention it. I am leaving in the morning so …” she let the sentence die, her eyes clouding for a moment.
He nodded, feeling like the biggest asshole alive.
Natasha licked the edge of her mouth. “This whole case is taking its sweet time. You do realize that this mole may never make themselves known. They have their bugs set up, they’re listening in. They’re sitting tight.”
He made a sound of agreement. “I knew it would take time ‒ months even.”
“Could take forever, and that’s the thing … why not force their hand? Flush them out.”
“You mean a set-up? Give them bogus information and then intercept?”
“Yeah, that could work too.” She raised her brows. He could see that she was thinking it over.
“I thought of that and it wouldn’t help. All it would do is solidify the fact that we have a mole, which we know already. We still wouldn’t know who they were. We’d catch guys like the ones who broke into your hotel suite. It would be the guys on the end of the chain. The little fish.” He sighed. “I want the SOB on the inside.”
“Yup, that’s why you need to be a little craftier. You get devices called auto jammers. They are designed to prevent audio bugs from transmitting. It would be a simple case of strategically placing one. I would suggest the sheriff’s office, based on our recordings, that’s where the most information is to be garnered by outsiders. It’s the transmitter they need the most since the sheriff has his finger on every pulse.”
Titan nodded. “Okay, so we stop the bug in his office from transmitting but how is that going to flush out the mole?”
“We’re also going to set up a wireless, spy camera in the sheriff’s office, aiming it at his desk. We’ll leave all the other bugging equipment in working order so that it will seem like that one device failed. Hopefully—”
It was brilliant! Titan choked out a laugh. “The mole will hopefully be forced into replacing the transmitter and we’ll catch him on film!”
“Exactly.” Natasha put her plate down on the side-table and took a sip of her milk.
“Why didn’t I think of that? Why didn’t we do it sooner?” He put his own plate down.
“It would’ve been suspicious if their bug failed the same day as we arrived. Might still be a bit suspicious.”
“You’re a genius! I think it’ll work. In fact,” he pulled her towards him, “I’m sure of it.” He placed her across his lap and put his arms around her.
“No, not a genius. It’s my job, remember? I work with this kind of stuff every day. I should have thought about it sooner … guess I had other things on my mind.”
“Like what?” His gaze dropped to her lips. He was liking the whole kissing thing. He found himself wanting to mate with her mouth all of the time. It was a first for him. The kissy stuff didn’t serve a purpose. He’d been with females in the past purely for mutual pleasure. It was different with Natasha, he found himself wanting to touch her and not just sexually. Wanting to be with her and not just for this.
“A certain vampire and his big cock may have taken up a large chunk of my cognitive thinking.” She looked at him from under her lashes.
“You had wicked thoughts
about my cock?”
She nodded. “Hell yeah! I touched myself every day thinking about what you could do to me if you ever unleashed that thing on me.” She straddled him.
Titan let his head drop back. He groaned. “I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when you were touching yourself. If it helps any, I was probably pulling myself around the room just thinking about being inside your snug pussy.”
She leaned in and kissed him. It was both hungry and tender. Her sex was flush against him, she was wet for him. So very wet. Natasha put her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself. Titan kept his eyes on hers. Using one hand, he gripped her hip. He positioned his tip at her opening with the other. They both groaned as she sank down on him. She worked herself up and down his cock, slowly sinking down deeper. Natasha threw her head back and closed her eyes. She bit down on her lip.
It didn’t get much better. Only blood would take it up a couple of notches. That was it. She finally sank all the way down. Titan gripped the hem of her shirt. Natasha was breathing heavily. She lifted her arms so that he could pull it off.
“By blood,” he groaned. “You look amazing with that on.”
“I thought you didn’t like guns.” She touched the holstered weapon under her arm.
“I’ve changed my mind.” His dick twitched inside her. Her black leather holster had a strap going over each shoulder. It had a Velcro tab holding the thing on, the strap ran under her breasts, which were bare and so fucking lush. Titan leaned forward and suckled on one of her nipples. She squirmed on his dick. Unable to hold back any longer, he sat upright and took a hold of her hips. Then he began fucking her from below. Grinding into her tight as fuck pussy.
Natasha made the most beautiful noises. She didn’t hold back. Her fingers dug into her shoulders. She gave as good as she got, bouncing on his cock like it was her lifeline.
Her breasts bounced hard with each thrust. So full and lush … even more stunning than he had ever imagined. Her head was still flung back, her neck was long and slender. Her pulse raced. Her scent. Her moans. Her body. Her. He clenched his teeth.
He was grunting loudly. Making so much noise he should be embarrassed but he didn’t give a fuck. It had never been this good. Too damned good. He wasn’t going to last. Not with her looking like that. Not with how she felt. Not with how he felt about her. Using his thumb, he stroked her swollen clit. Soft and fast. Then she was yelling as her pussy tightened around him. Strangling the fuck out of him. So tight. So hot. So wet. He growled as hot jets of come erupted. More come than he thought possible. Especially after rutting so many times already. His growl turned into a groan and he buried his head in her neck, having to fight off the need to bite, to suck, to fuck her harder. To hear her scream with the unbridled pleasure that only drinking from her would bring.
Titan grit his teeth to the point of pain. It was hard to keep his mouth closed over his fangs which had to look scary. They were that long and sharp. He breathed in deeply through his nose, trying to tame his raging thirst.
It didn’t help that Natasha was still moving, up and down. She was still moaning softly as her pussy fluttered with the last of her orgasm. Her breasts were soft against his chest. Her nipples still hard, rubbing against him. Their ragged breathing was loud in the small space. It filled the whole room.
“I want more,” she whispered.
He wasn’t sure whether she was talking about sex or their time together. “Me too,” he whispered against her soft skin.
23
The blackout curtains did a fantastic job. There wasn’t a single ray of sun visible. Although it wasn’t pitch black anymore, it was more a dark gray than black. Neither of them had set an alarm. They would normally be on the road by now. At least, Natasha was pretty sure they would be. It felt late. There was no way she was moving to find out.
One of her legs was over his thighs. Her arm was over his chest and she lay in the crook of his arm. A blanket covered them. Titan’s chest rose and fell in a deep rhythm. No wonder he was exhausted. They had gone at it like rabbits on opiates. Hot, hard and heavy. Even her clit felt a little raw. She felt wrung out and thoroughly sated. Sore but in all the right places. She’d had hot and heavy sex before. She’d had rough sex before. She’d had really good sex before, but never this good. It was like they had been made for each other. Like he knew how to touch her, where to touch her. When to go hard and when to be soft.
Titan was a quick learner too. He said he wasn’t much of a kisser. She had been able to tell that it wasn’t something he had practiced much before, but boy oh freaking boy was he learning the ropes. They’d kissed up a storm, even her lips felt a bit tender.
Natasha didn’t want him to wake up. She didn’t want the day to start. For this to end.
Oh shit! She realized that his breathing wasn’t as deep anymore. Titan put an arm around her, pulling her in even tighter.
She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
“Good morning.” He rubbed her thigh with his other hand.
“Morning.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the good part.
“What time is it?” His voice was groggy, still thick with sleep.
She shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“Have you been awake long?”
“Couple of minutes.” At least a half an hour but who was counting? It wasn’t like she had checked the actual time or anything.
Titan reached over and grabbed his phone off the side-table. He groaned softly before putting the phone back down and rubbing his eyes. “It’s already after nine.”
Oops! It really was late. They were normally on the road by eight. “Not too bad considering.” She sounded just as groggy. Come to think of it, her throat was scratchy. From all the moaning. She pulled away. “I’ll go shower in my room, to save a bit of time.”
Titan shook his head, he tightened his arms around her and pulled her back to him. She let his warmth seep into her and lay there for a minute enjoying just being with him. Trapped inside his strong arms, against his broad chest. “As much as I’m enjoying this …” She pulled back and he let her. “I really think we had better get going. I have a flight to book and you need to put in for a replacement.” She reached over and flicked on the light. It was no use delaying the inevitable. She needed to pull off the band-aid in one swift motion. It stung less that way. Although, by how she was feeling, she might just need surgery after this band-aid was off. Major open-freaking-heart surgery.
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?” She refused to feel any hope. He was not going to tell her to stay. It wasn’t going to happen. Even if he did, she was going to refuse. Unless of course he expressed his undying love for her and told her he was willing to risk everything and do anything to have her. Maybe then.
“We’re showering together.”
She felt her eyes widen. “Oh, okay, although I’m a little tender. As much as I really want to have sex, I’m sure I—”
Titan laughed. “I’m flattered you want more sex, although maybe I should be worried. I would have hoped you would’ve had your fill by now.”
“It was amazing. I feel like I’m on cloud nine. A bit battered and bruised but …”
His brow creased. “You’re hurt?” He began to inspect her body. “Shit!” he growled, running his hands down her right hip. “You have a bruise and fuck,” he snarled, “I left teeth marks on one of your breasts.” He was just about to open her legs so that he could inspect her there too.
“Wait! Stop!” She smiled and grabbed his wrist. “I’m fine! Better than fine. So what if your grip was a bit hard here or there. I’m sure my … girl parts are pretty roughed up … I had that …” She pointed at his dick. “Inside me half the night, but I loved every minute. I am a bit sore but it’s a good pain.”
“Are you sure? Should I take you to the emergency room?”
“Don’t you dare.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.”
> “Don’t make light of this. You’re a human, I should have been more careful.”
“I’m not some wilting flower. I’m fine, enough with the apologies. That was the best sex of my whole entire life.”
“Yeah.” He smiled, managing to look both shy and sad. “It was for me too.”
They sat there for a few seconds, looking at each other. Titan was the first to break eye contact. He got up off the bed and held out his hand. “Let’s save time by showering together. I’ll wash your back ‒ no sexual favors required.”
Natasha took hold of his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. Oh wow! Humans were not made to have sex that many times. To orgasm that many times. Every muscle hurt. A shower sounded good.
She gasped as he picked her up. “I can walk you know?”
“You shouldn’t be able to, which means I did a terrible job. Humor me.” He strode towards the bathroom. She was shocked when he didn’t laugh or wink. It was like he was being serious.
Titan put her down on the fluffy bathroom mat and got to work getting the shower going. After carefully adjusting the temperature of the water, he picked her up and put her in the stall. She had to laugh at how he was behaving. “Stop it.” She gave him a light slap on the arm. Although, deep down, she might like his coddling ‒ but just a teeny tiny bit.
He looked tense. Titan frowned as he lathered soap on a wash rag. He went down on his haunches. “Put your foot in my hand and hold onto the side of the stall.”
“I’m quite capable,” she said.
He glanced up at her, looking adorable as water cascaded down his body. His hair was plastered to his head. Okay, adorable was not the right word. More like irresistible, or hunky. His eyes narrowed. “Natasha.” A warning.
“Okay, okay.” She picked up her foot, which he clasped in his hand and began to wash with even strokes.
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