And that was another thing. Why was he on my mind at all? The insistent image of my palm at his neck should have reignited my rage, but instead, it only spread heat through my core and left me craving him. Could the rumors of vampires being able to perform mind control be true? If it were, it could mean all these scandalous urges were his doing. The very notion had me seething.
With a defiant huff, I took another bracing inhale and turned on my heels. Before I took the first step to return down the hall, there was a noise behind me.
“Leaving so soon?” he murmured.
I glanced over my shoulder at the unreadable expression on his face. “It was a mistake to come see you.” I turned to face him and took a step back from the door. “I wanted to apologize, but now I’m thinking you’re the one who should be apologizing to me.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And that apology would be for what exactly?”
“Admit it. You used your vampire hoodoo on me, didn’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play innocent. You did some kind of mind control on me back in the limo.”
“I’ll humor you for the moment. What exactly did I do to you? What I mean is, what was the outcome?”
Heat flushed my cheeks and neck as I struggled to find the right way to tell him he’d managed to stir up a powerful longing inside me. How exactly was I supposed to phrase it? That he’d compelled me into a state of total arousal and now I found him to be sexually irresistible? I fumbled for a response, and came up empty-handed, merely blinking at him.
“I would love to know what that mind of yours is thinking right now,” he muttered. “Care to come in anyway? Standing here in my doorway feels so … formal.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think so. Any more time around you is probably harmful to my health.”
“If you say so, but for your peace of mind … or perhaps not … you should know that I did not perform any mind control tricks on you. Whatever you’re thinking or feeling is of your own volition. Sorry to disappoint. ”
Aww crap.
This was all me?
I huffed out a frustrated breath. “What exactly do you want from me?”
“You’re the one at my door, so I believe the appropriate question here is what can I do for you, Sonya?”
“I … I, uh … I was …” For whatever reason, this fogginess in my brain had me confused as hell.
“You … what?”
His body floated toward me, and he took a step forward until he was achingly close to me, closer than he should have been. Every molecule inside me resonated in its awareness of him. I itched to retreat, but there was another urge, an impulse to tackle him to the ground and let him ravage me until I was screaming his name.
I needed something, anything that wasn’t sex. That was not the answer. Repeat. Not the answer.
“Sonya?” His lips caressed my name, calling to me as my eyelids fluttered half-closed at the sound.
There was no time to react before his fingers traced the line of my jaw, so gently I barely felt the pressure as I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. Jesus Christ, this wasn’t happening to me. It was time to bring out the big guns. I had to put a stop to this wolf-vampire train wreck waiting to happen now before all hell broke loose.
But I couldn’t help it.
I was frozen. If it was true that he wasn’t using any form of compulsion, and if it was all me, then hell, maybe I needed to get it out of my system. I’d never pretended to be a saint, and I’d been with human and shifters of all kinds. Maybe it was time to add a vamp to the list.
Bloodlust be damned.
I just hoped I wouldn’t end up ripping him to shreds. Or the other way around.
A small smile traced his mouth, but didn’t move into his cheeks while I was still reacting to the icy, electric touch of his fingers still pulsing against my skin. And then his lips crashed against mine for one hell of a stolen kiss.
6
Vincent
Sonya’s gaze burned into me with so much interest and curiosity, kissing her was the only option. My hands still tingled to touch her skin again, to capture all of that heat washing through her veins. It had been so long since merely touching another person led to pure lust taking over. Sonya stirred up an urge in me that needed to be sated.
And she was standing at my door, frozen.
Her short, sharp, warm breaths cascaded up over my face, warming my chilled flesh. I pulled her close, and her body relaxed into mine, neck arched, dark tresses tumbling down her back, her lavender and vanilla scent so inviting. Her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and her nipples hardened through her tank top. I could taste her growing excitement in her short, tight inhales. Clasping my arm around her waist, I took her mouth with abandon, exploring every curve and contour of her lips, tongue, and teeth. She sighed as our tongues danced together as if it was the most normal thing in the world for our two species. I groaned at the contentment of the raspy growl she made at the back of her throat.
Her hands traveled along the nape of my neck, getting lost in my hair. Soon one of her hands roamed down my back, and I took the liberty to lift her up at her hips and back us up into the foyer to close my door. Lowering her feet to the floor, my hand molded to her ass. She gasped against my lips, and for a second, I released my hold on her body, giving her permission to pull away if she so desired.
“Don’t … no … don’t stop…” she breathed out, and her tiny hands swiftly moved down my back and mirrored my touch, gripping my ass much more tightly.
A primal growl left my throat, thick and threatening, even to me, emboldening me to continue. My lips traveled the supple length of her throat, and when she begged me to touch her everywhere, I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the nearest piece of furniture, which, this close to the front door was the wet bar table. It would do.
Sonya relaxed back on the table, raven black hair fanned out, parting her thighs for me. My cock, already thick and ready against my fly, gave a jerk of impatience, and I swallowed the thick craving that coated the insides of my throat. We needed less clothing between us. That was immediately clear. So I set about disrobing us as quickly as my hands could manage, given that she would stop me here and there to nibble, caress, bite and otherwise distract me from the task. By the time I’d shucked my shirt and pants, she was in only her panties on the table, eyes willing me closer while she played with her nipples. The pleasure vibrating through her body nearly shot my fangs out to pierce her delicate, pale flesh. Almost.
I had to be inside her right this second. With my silent promise filling the long, large room, I reached down and yanked on the side of her panties until they came away in shreds in my hand. She held her breath from the shock of it, then opened her legs in invitation. I had to close my eyes for a second, to relish and commit to memory the sight of her sprawled out for me. So lush, so ripe. So wet.
I trembled, not just from the simple instinct to pierce her neck with my teeth, but from the need to penetrate her warm center with my tongue, and later on, with my throbbing hardness. I could only dream of what she would taste like. Keeping myself on the task of satisfying us both, I bent forward, slid a hand between her back and the tabletop and lifted her chest to my lips. Sonya arched upward with a breathless cry. Her hands flew to the back of my head as if to permanently connect me to the spot. I traced my teeth across her perky nipples, teasing the tender flesh as she writhed beneath me. Tiny, sultry howls escaped her mouth, begging me without words to continue. I licked small circles and blew cool air across each nipple.
Her moans spurred me on further until I slid up her body again and captured her lips with mine. Leaving a hand between us, my fingers idly played with one of her nipples while I positioned myself to ease into her tight heat. Her hands made it to my ass, gripping onto me so tightly that without another thought, I breached her folds and buried myself deep inside her with a single thrust of
my hips. My mouth pulled away from her for an instant, and my jaw went slack, eyes dark and almost blinded by her heat. Her inner walls clamped tightly around me, unbearable and mind-blowing at the same time. Her nails dug into my ass cheeks, drawing me in closer as her hips fell into my rhythm. She urged me forward with breathy moans and pleasure-filled whimpers.
My hands cupped her round, firm ass to join us together in a new angle. Filled with hunger, and conceding to her demands for me to take her harder, I thrust forward in a punishing rhythm. It left her gasping for breath. She dragged her nails down my back, furrowing deep, burning trails that healed as quickly as she could make them. I allowed my mind to check out, lost to the delicious friction and thunderous energy that shuddered through our flesh. She returned as much as I gave, matching intensity with ferocity, which was no surprise to me. This was not my first time with a wolf shifter.
Our eyes locked, and as we writhed in time to some unseen, silent rhythm in both our heads. When I looked into her eyes again, they widened and then snapped shut. Her contented smile tipped up the corners of her lips and then pressed into a thin line. She was so close I could feel her grip tightening and pulsing along my shaft. She groaned out a stifled yowl that grew to the unmistakable howl of her climax. All that pleasure tumbled off her sexy lips, driving me closer. She whimpered, still pulsing and quivering against my cock. To extend her enjoyment, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, creating an angle that was deliciously satisfying even with the slick heat now drenching us both. The new position affected me quickly, taking me close the edge as she choked out an otherworldly hiss. I pounded into her so hard that the table had moved several feet backward. Unable to hold back any longer, I surrendered to the fire between us. My hips surged forward with a will that raised goosebumps all along my flesh as I came. Sonya locked her arms tight around me, cleaving me to her hot-blooded torso as I released into her, warming my cold skin, drawing us together.
With piercing clarity, I knew I needed more of her.
This would not be a one-time indulgence.
7
Sonya
His soft breaths barely penetrated the haze of pleasure swirling inside my head. After a while, a smile twitched on my lips with the sensation of my sweaty back plastered to the wood grain of the wet bar table. I tried to get my brain back into working order. It didn’t seem like that feat would happen anytime soon.
One thing I knew was that now was not the time for words. Words would wake me up and shake my core and slap the sanity back into my body. What I’d just done was so wrong that I did not want the benefit of a clear head messing with what was the most insane orgasm that I’d had in ages.
His refreshingly cool arm looped around my shoulder, drawing my heat tighter into his chest. My wolf’s blood naturally ran hotter, so snuggling into him left me with an oddly welcome thrill.
God, that was so good. Dirty and rough and rushed. I’d scratched a deviously kinky itch that was sure to defy all natural and unnatural laws alike.
I just had sex with a vampire.
I didn’t rip his head off.
He didn’t feed on my blood.
And here we were, resting on his table, still wrapped up in each other’s arms. What should have been awkward and downright violent turned out to be just what I needed.
Then there was the startling fact that the slow, quiet heartbeat against my chest belonged to an undead.
Vampire.
The word bounced around in my head like a ping-pong ball. It flared up, and I couldn’t quite catch my breath. Talk about sleeping with the enemy. Vincent must have sensed me tense up underneath him. His hand went from my shoulder to the sides of my waist in a gentle squeeze that I found both maddening and comforting all at the same time. Damn it, why did he have to be so good with his hands? And his mouth. And several other parts.
He was the first man I’d slept with in forever. Okay, I’d only had a three-week dry spell, but still, that was a really long time for me. He’d been a firestorm in bed, and the truth was I already wanted more. The dangerous notion thumped through me until I pressed my hands hard against his chest. He jolted up, and I leapt from my comfortable cuddle spot because the absurdity of the situation hit home.
“I need to go,” I told him, dragging on my tank top, and then stepping into my sweat pants because my panties were now a tattered mess.
“You don’t have to leave, but I understand,” Vincent answered at my back as my full-scale freak-out went into effect. I buried my hands into my pocket, wondering what the hell happened to my room key card. Oh. There it was. On the floor near the front door.
“Yes. I have to.”
Ignoring the naked, lounging vampire leaning on the table, I darted my eyes around the room and made out my slip-on sneakers a few feet away—because that spot was the original position of the table before we rocked it over here with our hot and heavy vamp-shifter sex moves. When I finally gave him a sideways glance, one of his perfect eyebrows raised, but he said nothing before easing himself to his feet to gather his clothes. I was halfway to the door when he held up my ripped panties, dangling them between thumb and forefinger.
“These are useless now, but they’re yours.” The sound rumbled low in his throat with a bow that made my stomach clench tightly.
I pressed my thighs closer together and took it from his hand. “Thanks.”
A stubborn flush rode high on my cheeks. Frowning, I made a beeline for the trash can beside the fridge, shoving the flimsy fabric to the bottom of the empty container. Vincent was suddenly there, standing in front of me. His fingers tucked some of my hair behind my ear. I don’t know why I let him touch me again.
“Rest well,” he told me, smiling.
“This can’t happen again.”
“But it will … because we both want it.”
I backed up to the door. Vincent’s hand had long left my face, but his touch still stung against my skin. I gulped, reluctantly nodded, ready to get the hell out of his suite. Now, if I could just avoid him for the weekend, I had a shot of hauling ass to Rock Springs, leaving tall, dark and deadly in the dust.
The sexy bloodsucker and I were not meant to be.
I stepped into the hallway to get a head start on wiping my memory clean of what just happened. Too bad I walked right into Angel.
8
Sonya
Angel’s gaze slowly traveled down the length of my body and all the way back up to my hair. “I see you and Vincent have gotten…” she paused to clear her throat and grinned from ear to ear. “Acquainted.”
“Shhh!” I slammed his door shut behind me, dragged her down the hall and pulled her into my suite. “He was standing right there.”
“Girl, you work fast.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, although I knew exactly what she meant.
“The hair, the stretched tank top, your flushed skin, for starters. That ‘I’ve just done the nasty’ glow is all over your face. Admit it. You slept with Vincent.”
Angel was my best friend. I couldn’t lie to her, no matter how bad it sounded to admit I’d just finished getting laid, after meeting the man—the immortal—less than two hours ago.
“It was an accident,” I confessed, sinking down into the nearest sofa.
“Accident, huh?” She raised her eyebrows. “So what, you tripped and fell on his dick?”
“Something like that.” I absent-mindedly ran a hand through my hair as reality sunk in. “Holy shit. What the hell did I just do? I can’t believe it.”
“I can,” she teased. “So … how was it?”
“We are not going there.”
“Why not? You’ve given me the blow by blow countless times before.”
“Sure, but I didn’t have to face you and the guy at the same time for a whole weekend after the fact.”
She scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. “All right, keep your scandalous story to yourself.”
“I plan on it.”
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sp; “It’s not that big of a deal. You’re both single, so why not?”
“One reason. Repercussions.”
“Like?”
“If my pack finds out, I’m as good as cut off … or dead.”
“You’re exaggerating, Sonya. I’ve met your peeps.”
“Sorry to say this, love, but if you think that meeting my wolf pack gave you the inside scoop on our ways, you’re a teeny tiny bit mistaken.”
“I just can’t imagine anyone from your clan going to such an extreme to stop you from dating outside of the gene pool.”
“Says you, the human who only learned my secret less than a year ago.”
“Hello. New flash! That one is all on you. You kept it from me since before high school, and then you held on to your furry little secret all the way through college—”
“Because we don’t make a habit of telling humans, hun. It’s too risky and you know it. The world isn’t ready to believe that shifters, vampires, and witches are real.”
“I get that, hun, but I’m your best friend in the world.”
“I know … I just couldn’t tell anyone.”
“I would have told you if the tables were turned and I was the wolf shifter.”
“Yeah. Right.”
“I still haven’t gotten over the fact that you kept me in the dark. You didn’t admit it to me until after I told you about Axe. Wait, would you have kept it a secret if Axe and I hadn’t hooked up?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably.”
“Sonya!” she whined, play-punching my arm.
“At least I’m not lying.”
“It still hurts. Anyway, we’re in Vegas, and it’s Halloween—”
“And the full moon is tomorrow,” I blurted out.
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