by I. T. Lucas
33
Leon
There was no way Leon could back down from Anastasia’s challenge without hurting her feelings.
The girl had been offended when a guy she didn’t even want had shown no interest in her. Her self-confidence would be crushed if Leon turned her down.
He couldn’t do that, and not just because he wanted to spare her feelings.
Anastasia was in Safe Haven because the outside world scared her and she’d felt alone and powerless out there. It must have been extremely difficult for her to make the first move, and if that backfired, it would send her careening back into her shell and cementing her decision to stay in Safe Haven.
Except, it occurred to him that he might be making up noble motives when the truth was that he wasn’t made of stone, and he wanted her as much as she wanted him, if not more.
There was a problem, though.
Four of them, to be exact.
Since his shrouding and thralling didn’t work on Anastasia, he wouldn’t be able to hide his elongated fangs and glowing eyes. Closing the bathroom door and plunging the room into complete darkness might solve the visible part of the fangs problem, but not the feel, and it would make the glowing eyes even more of an issue.
He needed to blindfold her and pleasure her without slaking his own needs.
It would be torturous.
Just imagining her with a blindfold on made his shaft twitch with excitement.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded.
“Why?”
“If you want to play with me, you’ll have to follow my rules.”
A small smile tugging on her lush lips, she closed her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
That had been easier than he’d expected, but Anastasia didn’t know what he had in mind, and as soon as he brought up the subject of the blindfold and the restraints, she would probably get scared and want to leave.
Did he want her to?
It would solve his immediate problem, but it would get him further away from completing his mission.
Even if she left of her own accord, Anastasia’s self-confidence would suffer. To pry her away from Safe Haven, he needed to build up her confidence and make her feel good about herself.
And it had nothing to do with him needing to pleasure her more than he needed to breathe.
Nothing at all.
Liar.
Thinking of what he could use as a blindfold, Leon remembered her pink scarf. His belt could be used to restrain her hands.
“Where are you going?” Anastasia asked as he slipped out of bed.
“To get what I need.”
He pulled the scarf out of her coat pocket. It was soft and not too thick, and he could fold it over twice.
“You don’t need a condom.” Her voice quivered a little. “I got the contraceptive shot when I got here, and we were both tested for STDs.”
He opened a drawer and pulled out a belt and a pair of thick socks. He didn’t want the leather to chafe her skin.
Sitting down on the bed, he put the items next to him. “Before we begin, I want to tell you what I’m about to do so you don’t freak out.”
As her eyelids fluttered open, he put a hand over her eyes. “I told you to keep your eyes closed.”
“I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“That’s why I need to blindfold you. I’m going to tie your scarf around your eyes.”
“Why?”
“That’s how I play the game.”
She swallowed. “Are you into dominance and submission games?”
Leon had never gone to Brundar’s club or any of its ilk, but like most immortal males, he was naturally dominant. Still, blindfolds and restraints had never been his thing, but they just might become so with Anastasia.
The idea most definitely excited her, as was evidenced by the intensifying scent of her arousal and the pink hue spreading over her cheeks and her neck.
“Does it scare you?” He lifted her head with one hand and wrapped the scarf around her eyes with the other.
“No. I trust you.”
“You have no reason to, but you are right. You can trust me. I’m only going to give you pleasure.”
“I know. Do I need a safe word?”
He chuckled. It seemed like Anastasia had some very naughty ideas.
“All you have to say is no or stop. But I can promise you that you won’t say either.”
If he could see her eyes, he was sure he would see disappointment in them.
Evidently, Anastasia wanted to play a different kind of game than the one he had in mind.
He tugged on the bottom of the T-shirt he’d loaned her. “I need to take this off before I tie your hands.”
“Why do you need to do that?”
He chuckled. “If I tie your hands first, I would have to tear the shirt off you, and I happen to like it.”
She pursed her lips. “I meant the tying up. If you tell me to keep my hands over my head, I will.”
“The same way you kept your eyes closed?”
“Good point.”
As he started to lift the shirt, Anastasia bit on her lower lip and held her breath.
“Breathe, Anastasia. There is nothing to be scared of.”
“You’re going to see me naked.”
“That’s the idea.” He chuckled. “But there is no need to be bashful. You’re wearing a bra, and if you want, I’ll let you keep it on for a little while longer.”
34
Anastasia
Talk about fantasies come true.
When Ana was alone in her bed with only her fingers for company, she fantasized about dominant lovers.
The men in those fantasies had been faceless, but she had a feeling that from now on that was going to change, and she would see Sam’s handsome face whenever she was in a mood for some solo pleasure.
Had he somehow guessed her preferences? Or was it just a lucky coincidence that they were both into the same thing?
Except, this would be her first time acting on her fantasies, and it was most likely not Sam’s first rodeo.
“Lift your arms,” he commanded when the shirt came up to just under her bra.
He sucked in a breath when he tugged the shirt all the way up and exposed her bra-covered breasts.
“I knew you would be more than a handful.”
Did he mean her breasts?
Her bra was padded, not because she needed the lift, but because her nipples got stiff and painful when they were cold.
She felt Sam lean over her, and a moment later, his lips were on hers.
Oh, God. Their first kiss was happening while she had a blindfold on and was nearly naked in his bed.
Odd. But she wasn’t complaining.
His kiss was gentle, exploring, and when his tongue darted into her mouth, taking possession of it, he gripped her wrists and pulled them over her head. Holding them there, he kept kissing her, but when she tried to respond and lick into his mouth, he pulled back. “Don’t.”
“Why can’t I kiss you?”
“Because I said so.”
She was starting not to like the game he was playing.
Transferring both of her wrists into one hand, he wrapped something soft around one and then the other.
Were those socks?
Then he pushed them back together and tied what felt like a belt around them.
“Too tight?”
She shook her head.
“Move your fingers.”
When she did as he asked, he leaned over her and kissed her softly. “You have no idea how damn sexy you look like that.”
Ana let out a breath.
How did he know that she’d needed reassuring? “I wish I could see you. All of you.”
“You will. Just not tonight.”
As he started trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, the top of her breasts, anticipation raced through her sending a flutter of excitement down to her core.
It was really happening.
; She was about to have sex with Sam.
Yanking her bra cups down, he drew one aching nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his fingers closed around the other.
The moan escaping her throat would have been embarrassing if she gave a damn, but at that point, all Ana could think of were the twin sensations of her nipples being sucked and pinched, and the answering tugging she felt all the way down to her core. It was as if invisible strings were connecting her nipples to her clitoris.
Sam was merciless, alternating hard pinches with soft licks, and when his hands slid down over her thighs, slowly, as if he was memorizing her curves, she bit on her lower lip to stop herself from begging him to touch her aching center.
She didn’t have to.
With a strong yank, he pulled her panties down her legs, and then he was between them, his hot breath fanning over the most sensitive part of her body.
“Sam,” she whispered.
“I’m here.” He treated her to a long lick that had her hips jerk off the bed. “Stay still.” He pinned them down with his hands and then licked into her, penetrating her with his tongue.
No one had ever done that to her, and she should have felt awkward about sharing such intimacy with a man she barely knew. But for the first time in her adult life, Ana felt truly free to enjoy herself without thinking, to submit to the pleasure without worrying about whether she was meeting his expectations, or what he would think of her once the sex was over.
Was it because she was blindfolded and tied up?
Had the physical restraint freed her inner wanton?
As his tongue left her sheath and circled her clit, he pushed a finger inside her, and she almost climaxed right then. But then he pulled it out and pushed back with two, stretching her.
She was so wet that he could’ve easily fitted a third, but instead, he curled the two and rubbed a spot inside her that she’d only heard of before.
Her hips jerked again, but even though he was holding her down with only one hand, she didn’t get far.
Pushing a third finger inside her, his lips closed around her clit, and he sucked hard.
As the orgasm roared through her like an angry tornado, she threw her head back and screamed his name.
He didn’t stop his assault. His fingers kept pumping in and out of her, and his lips kept tugging until it became too much. “Please, I can’t take any more.”
He stopped immediately. Pulling his fingers out, he kissed her folds lightly and then blew on them. “Absolutely, fucking delicious.”
35
Leon
No woman had ever looked more beautiful than the one sprawled in post-orgasmic bliss before him. Her reddish-blond hair tussled, her cheeks flushed, and her pouty lips parted.
Leon wished he could see her eyes, but taking the blindfold off was out of the question.
By now, his fangs were fully elongated, and his eyes were emitting such a strong glow that they were casting light on her heated flesh.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I’m just looking at you. You are a very beautiful woman, Anastasia.”
“Thank you.” A satisfied smile bloomed on her face. “Are you still dressed?”
“Yes.”
As much as he needed to be inside her, he couldn’t have sex with her and bite her without her realizing that he wasn’t human. He was going to stay dressed, relieve the pressure with his own hand in the bathroom, and spend the rest of the night sitting on the damn chair.
“Why?”
Anastasia asked more why questions than Phoenix, and that was saying something. “Because that’s the right thing to do.”
“No, it’s not.” As her lips started trembling, he smelled tears. “You don’t want me.”
“Are you out of your mind, woman? I’m so hard that I could pound nails with my dick.”
“So what’s the problem? I want you, and you want me, and neither of us is married. Unless you lied to me about that?”
He really hated it when she insinuated that he wasn’t truthful.
“I didn’t.”
“Then make love to me, Sam. You promised.”
He wanted to point out that he’d delivered what he’d promised, which was to give her pleasure, but at that point, his shaft was doing his thinking for him. Somehow, he was going to refrain from biting her.
Whipping his shirt over his head, he tossed it on top of the dresser, and then pushed his nylon pants down and kicked them in the same direction.
“I’m no longer dressed.” He straddled her hips.
Anastasia’s lips lifted in a satisfied smile. “I can tell. I wish I could see you, touch you.” She started to lift her bound hands.
He gently pushed them back. “You will. Just not tonight.”
That was only a partial lie. He could never let her see him while he was aroused, but perhaps he would let her touch him once he could trust her not to take the blindfold off.
Lowering himself over her, he positioned his shaft at her entrance, but didn’t push in.
“I need you, Sam.” Anastasia arched up.
He needed to tell her his real name.
“I’m here.” He took her lips in a soft kiss, careful not to nick her with his fangs.
What the hell was he going to do about them? Bite the damn pillow?
Could he really give her what she wanted and not sink his fangs into her, pumping her full of his venom?
“I need…” she murmured against his mouth.
“What do you need, beautiful?”
“I need you inside me,” she whispered.
Reaching between their bodies, he fisted his shaft and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. For several moments, he teased her with just the tip, and then carefully pushed in the first inch.
Anastasia groaned. “Yes. More.”
It took every ounce of restraint not to push all the way into her heavenly heat, but by her own admission, it had been a while for her. He had to go slow and give her a chance to stretch so she could accommodate him comfortably.
Anastasia arched up, taking in more than he’d intended to give her.
He gripped her hips, pinning them to the mattress. “Patience, beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please, Sam. I’ve waited long enough. I need you.”
He wasn’t made of stone, and that husky plea broke what had remained of the tenuous hold he had on his inner beast.
Letting out a growl that didn’t sound even remotely human, he surged all the way in.
Anastasia cried out, and not knowing whether it was in pleasure or in pain, he stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
Damn. He shouldn’t have listened to her. After a year with no sex, she was tight like a virgin, and he was a big man.
She shook her head, but he could smell her tears under the blindfold.
“Don’t lie to me, Anastasia.” His fangs retracted, his shaft softened, and he started to withdraw.
She arched up as if she couldn’t bear losing the contact despite the pain. “Don’t. I’ll be okay in a second.”
He stilled. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. It has been a while, and you’re bigger than I expected, but I don’t want this to end. Please, just kiss me.”
When she used that pleading tone, he was powerless to refuse her anything, even what he knew was not good for her. He might play the dominant role, but the truth was that he was putty in her hands, and she didn’t even realize that.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her to his chest and kissed her tenderly, his tongue tangling gently with hers and caressing it. Anastasia softened in his arms, and a moment later, she swiveled her hips.
His shaft hardened and swelled back up, but Leon wasn’t ready to start moving yet. Not before he made absolutely sure that it would be pleasurable to her.
Reaching between them, he circled his finger around her swollen clit, and when she moaned into his mouth, he pulled out a little and then pushe
d back.
Gently caressing her clit, he went slow and shallow until he was positive that there was no more pain, and all she felt was pleasure.
“It feels good.”
He allowed himself to go a little faster, and when she moaned again, he went a little harder and faster still.
“More.” Anastasia arched up, meeting him thrust for thrust and spurring him on.
With her inner tigress coming out to play, his inner lion responded with a roar.
36
Anastasia
After tonight, Ana knew that she would never be the same.
Sex with Sam was nothing like what she’d experienced with her ex, not even her best fantasies could compare.
Her body was on fire, burning for him. He’d already brought her to a reality-bending orgasm, but it wasn’t enough.
She wanted more.
Ana felt like a nymphomaniac, wanting more of everything. More of his chest pressing into hers, more of his kisses, more of his hands on her breasts and the bundle of nerves he was massaging so expertly, more of his shaft pistoning in and out of her.
Gripping her hips, Sam surged into her and pulled back with increased urgency, and when she wrapped her legs around him, his thick shaft swelled even more, stretching her to the limit, and she knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Fuck!” he growled into her neck, the animalistic sound sending shivers up and down her heated flesh.
He shifted sideways to give his hand more room to work its magic on her clit, and the new angle hit a spot inside her that was sure to catapult her over the edge.
Her hips bucking uncontrollably, she threw her head back and screamed as the orgasm exploded over her in a rush.
She expected Sam’s climax to follow, but he shocked her by pulling out and flipping her onto her belly.
A split second later, he yanked her by the hips, so she was on her knees, and pushed into her in one brutal thrust.