Poking the Vamp (BBW Paranormal Vampire Romance) (Knight Protectors Book 3)

by Celia Kyle

  That slick heat scorched him, the temperature and his body’s reaction so different than the natural pool that surrounded him. It held the pulse of life, the connection that lingered between a vampire and his fire.

  “Katherine,” he rasped and sucked in a harsh breath when she wiggled against his aching cock.

  “Joce,” she whispered back, the soft sound ending with a low moan and she twitched above him.

  Unwilling to remain still, he stroked her and caressed every inch of her body that he could reach. He ran his hands over her outer thighs to her hips, giving them a soft squeeze and then encouraged her to rock against his aching dick. She slid along his length, front and back, rubbing against him in a sensuous wave that was just enough to drive him mad, but not enough to make him come.

  He slid his palms around her, following the curve of her hip until he cupped her ass, the plump mounds overflowing his hands. He loved her ass, the abundance of her curves and the way it shook when she walked in front of him. He ached to nibble and bite every inch, explore every curve and find its hidden secrets.

  Another day…

  Today was for the connection between them, to tighten the tie they’d started weeks ago. He was ready. Ready to open himself to her. Ready to trust, to lov—

  His stomach clenched.

  Ready to love. Again.

  But this was so much more than what he had with Amice. This was beautiful and bright. It would burn hot forever, not wither and die like—

  A small hand cupped his cheek and forced him to meet his stare. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  Joce met her intent stare, marveling at the myriad of colors that flitted through the orbs. Between her vampiric red and her salamander rainbow of fiery hues, he never knew what he’d see when he looked at her.

  But above all, not matter the color, he loved every part of her.

  He kept his hands in place, took pleasure as they spoke in whispered tones, but he couldn’t keep these few words quiet.

  “I love you.”

  Another gasp, a widening of her eyes, and a flicker of disbelief entered her expression.

  “You don’t have to say it back.” Though he’d prefer to have his feelings returned. “I didn’t say it to hear the words returned. I hurt you once by not being honest. I’m being honest now. I love you, Katherine Magli.”

  “Oh, Joce,” she whispered, tears clinging to her lashes, and then her lips were on his.

  Joce accepted her kiss, twining their tongues together as their passions rose high and fast, outpacing the simmering arousal of moments before. She caressed his tongue with her own and he teased her fangs in return, tracing the sharpened tips. He purposefully pricked himself, enjoying the added sting as well as the deep moan that slipped from Kate’s chest. It vibrated through him, heading straight for his cock, and he groaned in response.

  When she picked up their original pace, the slow slide and shift of her heated pussy along his thick length, he growled in appreciation. She caressed him with her plump folds, her pussy tracing every inch of his dick with her sensitive flesh. He made sure he nudged her clit with the tip of his cock, giving her added pleasure as she gave him so much.

  His balls were hard and tight against his body, just waiting for the chance to explode and fill her with his cum.

  But first, he had to wait to be inside her.

  Just as quickly as the kiss began, it ended, and he swallowed his whimper.

  Knight Protectors did not whimper. Ever.

  “Joce,” she rasped. “Don’t you know I love you too?”

  “No,” he shook his head, unwilling to believe her words. Not after the pain he’d caused. “I—”

  “Showed me what it’s like to love. No one is perfect. No relationship is perfect.” She gave him another soft kiss. “But you and me together? That’s perfect.”

  Before he realized her intent, she lifted her hips, stealing her intimate heat. But not for long. No, her pussy returned, but instead of merely caressing him, she enveloped him. She slid down his shaft, her slick walls stroking his full length as she continued to accept his cock. Her sheath hugged every bulging vein, giving him a firm squeeze once her hips met his once more.

  “This right here? It’s perfect.” The truth lurked in her multi-colored eyes, the unflinching certainty that she… loved him.

  “Perfect?” he murmured and she nodded. “No, not quite perfect.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “Because you’re not moving, chéri.” He encouraged her to lift her hips and then lower once more. He shuddered from the pleasure the move sent jolting through his body. “Now we’ll find perfection… together.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Perfection together? She’d find it before him if he kept tormenting her with the slow glide of his thick cock within her throbbing pussy. God, throbbing didn’t begin to describe it. Spasming. Clenching. Desperate. All of the above and then some.

  Joce had done that to her, his words, his sexy body, and his seductive eyes.

  He loved her.

  Her.

  Somewhere along the way between sewing him up at the hospital and nearly dying in his arms, they’d fallen in love.

  Because she loved him too. So, so much.

  Pleasure slithered through her body, tingles of burgeoning ecstasy taking hold with every rise and fall. She rolled her hips when their bodies met, rubbing her clit on his pubic bone, taking that extra snippet of pleasure from their connection.

  Then she repeated the movement, a gradual rise, a slow fall, a tiny swivel. It wasn’t a hurried pace, a rush to the finish line, but a slow, sensuous seduction.

  He stroked her, cool hands sliding over her heated flesh. He petted her back, fingers tracing the line of her spine until he reached the top of her ass. There he delved between her cheeks, teasing her forbidden flesh.

  That soft touch made her arousal spiral higher, added a hint of darkness to their growing passion and sent a spear of joy down her spine.

  “Joce,” she whimpered and trembled.

  “My beautiful fire. How you burn for me,” he murmured in response, those taunting digits still tracing the line of her ass.

  Kate simply whined and then moaned, snatching every bit of pleasure from him that she could, absorbing every snippet and letting it fill her from head to toe. It was glorious. The tremors and bolts of ecstasy burned, but it was so different than the heat of the sun. It scorched her nerves with the bliss, setting her soul alight with the sensations.

  Her clit pulsed with each meeting of their hips, body reacting to the caress.

  “That’s it, chéri. Burn,” he urged her and she was powerless against his demand.

  She gradually increased her pace, Joce’s firm hands guiding her movements as she slid up and down his firm shaft. He pulsed and throbbed within her sheath, twitching and swelling to press against her innermost walls. His veined cock stroked her intimate nerve endings, the head of his dick rubbing over that delicious bundle of nerves deep within her.

  Soon he lifted his hips to meet hers as she drew him inside her, the tip of his length nudging her G-spot with each entrance and exit.

  His free hand wandered to her breast, his large palm cupping her fullness and then he captured her hardened nipple between forefinger and thumb. He tugged the nub and a soft gasp left her lips as the hint of pain shot to her clit.

  “Joce,” she breathed. He repeated the motion, drawing another soft exhalation. “Joce.” This time the pinch was hard and unrelenting, the shock of pain slamming through her veins and her pussy reacted, tightening around his dick. “Joce.”

  “That’s it, chéri.” He rubbed the abused bit of flesh gently, brushing off the sting.

  Kate trembled, the combination of his voice and lingering ache sliding along her nerves. She rolled her hips in an undulating wave, changing the angle of penetration and adding pleasure to the growing bubble of ecstasy slowly consuming her. It was a seduct
ive ebb and flow of bliss, rising and falling in time with the shift of her muscles.

  “God, s’good, Joce.”

  “Ride my cock, chéri. Take what you need. Give yourself to me.” He urged her, his fingers tracing her naughty crease while the other returned to tormenting her breast.

  “Always. Everything.” At her breathy words, his eyes blazed red, glowing in the cottage’s dim interior.

  Joce leaned forward, mouth slightly parted and she closed the distance between them, desperate to have her lips on his. It started as a soft kiss, one of gentle exploration. Their tongues carefully tangled, sliding and tasting in time with the shift and slide of her hips. She teased him in that delicious rhythm, taunting them both in an echo of their bodies.

  She flicked his fangs with her tongue, first one and then the other. On the third graze she pricked herself, letting a hint of her blood wash over his taste buds. The move had the reaction she’d anticipated. Joce’s grip tightened and his movements transformed from sensuous to rough and sharp.

  He pulled her down roughly and then urged her to rise before yanking her down once more. Their hips slammed together, the slosh and splash of water joining the sounds of their heavy breathing.

  Their tongues tangled, Joce slicing his own on her fang and she suckled the nubile muscle, drawing his sweet blood into her mouth. The seductive flavors filled her, sliding over her tongue and down her throat. Her stomach clenched and her mouth watered, body thirsty for his blood, for his very essence. She wanted all of him, everything he had to give and more.

  Joce ripped his mouth from hers and nuzzled her neck, rough cheek scraping the long column of her throat. Then his fangs came out to play, the sharp edge scraping her vulnerable flesh. Kate whimpered and moaned with the small sting, reveling in the painful sensation and the way it amplified her burgeoning pleasure.

  Burgeoning? It nearly overflowed. It nearly consumed her and drowned her in the sensations.

  He licked a long line from her collarbone to just beneath her ear. “Katherine.”

  She whimpered, the deep rumble going straight to her clit. “Joce.”

  “Will you come for me?”

  She shook, muscles clenching, pussy milking his thick cock. He had no idea how close she was to coming right then. It wouldn’t take much to shove her over the edge, to send her spiraling high with bliss.

  She nodded, unable to speak. She was close. So very close. She knew it wouldn’t take much more for her to shatter in his arms, to break into a million pieces. She hoped he’d catch her when she fell.

  No, she knew he would.

  “Then come for me, chéri. Come on my cock.”

  Kate was powerless against his seductive voice, against the low murmur and soft demand.

  But she had a request of her own. “Drink from me.”

  A rush of heat consumed them both in a rolling wave and then those fangs were poised at her vein once more, the tips scraping a hint harder than before. “With pleasure, if you do the same.”

  “Yes.”

  As if he could stop her.

  Her pace increased, the glide of her body up and down his length quickening until she found herself perched on the edge, riding the thin line between burgeoning pleasure and utter ecstasy. She lingered there, waiting to be pushed into the abyss of joy and then…

  Then he struck. Joce sank his fangs deep into her throat, sending a rough shard of pain and on its heels came pleasure.

  Pure. Unadulterated. Pleasure.

  The only thing that could make it better was the taste of his blood on her tongue. So that’s what she did in return, she opened her mouth wide and sank her fangs into his flesh, giving a giant pull once her mouth latched.

  Then her world centered on those three points: her shoulder, his shoulder, and his cock deep inside her pussy.

  She rolled through the sensations, the overwhelming strength of her orgasm and the pure bliss of his sweet blood on her tongue. She moaned as it filled her mouth, sinking into her body in rhythmic waves that mimicked the meeting of their bodies.

  The pleasure grew and grew, continuing to drive her release on and on. She trembled beneath the weight of the bliss, her muscles shaking and body no longer her own as the pure passion overtook her very being.

  With every suck, it resurged, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on pain and it didn’t end until a soft whimper escaped her lips. The quiet sound drifted from her mouth and then their lust ebbed, lessening as Joce slowed his drinking.

  Kate mirrored him, gentling her mouth and then finally withdrawing her fangs. A soft swipe of her tongue had the wound sealing and then she rested her cheek on his shoulder, still panting from the strength of her orgasm.

  Trembles continued to wrack her body, catching her off guard as a remnant of bliss slithered through her. Joce’s cock, still thick and heavy, remained firm inside her even though he’d come deep within her sheath.

  He stroked her back, hands soft as he gently caressed her and her passion lessened further, lowering from desperate need to languid awareness.

  “Joce,” she whispered his name. “That was…”

  “Perfection.”

  Yes, perfection. The two of them together—fire and vampire—could be nothing but perfection.

  “Are you sure?” She grinned against his neck. “Maybe we need to try it again. We might not have gotten it right that time.”

  Joce grasped her hips, large hands bracketing her waist. “Perhaps you’re right. I think we have a few more hours to practice.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let’s go explore a little… perhaps the angle wasn’t right…”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Three hours later, Joce found himself back in the mansion, Kate at his side, as they padded through the home. They’d made love, explored the cottage grounds, and then made love some more. Each moment calmed his fire further, the natural sun and purity in the area allowing her to settle her fiery nature. Her skin buzzed with tingling warmth now, the surroundings nudging some of her calm away, but it was nothing like what she’d experienced before venturing outside.

  Which allowed him to relax. At least a little. He still worried for her, concerned that whatever happened would change her forever, would break his fire until he was left alone once more.

  He wasn’t sure he could live without her.

  Joce didn’t slow when they got to the protector library, home of the round table. Normally no one but protectors were included in meetings, but Tory changed all the rules by “crashing the party,” as she called it. At the time, he’d been annoyed by her actions. Now he appreciated that she’d laid the groundwork.

  Because he wasn’t going anywhere without Kate ever again.

  He took two steps into the room and stuttered to a stop, his fire crashing into his back. Griffin had his fire, Wren, on his lap. Liam cradled Victoria. Joce’s seat nearby was empty and waiting for him, but there was an extra chair at the round table.

  For the witch.

  The witch who helped Jemshir and Galla. Once his immediate concern over the two women ebbed, fury at the witch had grown exponentially.

  “What are you doing here?” He turned his glare on the vampire at her side. “What is she doing here?”

  Warin glared back. “Don’t speak of her like that.”

  “She nearly had my fire kidnapped.”

  “She—”

  “She nearly had my fire killed.”

  Anger suffused the other vamp’s features.

  “Sit down, Joce,” Carac snapped.

  “She shouldn’t be anywhere near this room.”

  “Sit. Down.” Carac’s order whipped across his flesh. His blood tingled, muscles attempting to follow his sovereign’s compulsion.

  “She should be banished from the manse like any other traitor,” he growled and Kate gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

  “Joce…” she whispered.

  “No. She granted Galla access to that cell
. Laila brought her in and her subterfuge nearly took you from me.” He ignored the witch’s tears.

  “Protector, cease,” Carac shouted, but Joce remained in place, brushing off the vamp’s power with a roll of his shoulders.

  Carac continued to snarl and growl, but Joce only had eyes—and anger—for Laila.

  Then a hand encircled his bicep, the grip firm as whoever touched him forced him to turn. “What game do you play?”

  Confusion had him furrowing his brow. “I apologize, Sovereign. I—”

  Carac shook him and Katherine growled. That could not end well.

  Then the vampire stared at him, those eyes intent. “You did not do it intentionally.”

  “Do what?”

  “Resist me. Defy me.”

  “I apolo—”

  “No,” he shook his head. “My compulsion did not work.”

  “Oh, shit,” Victoria gasped. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

  When Carac did not correct the young half-vamp, he realized the sovereign was just as stunned over…

  “What?”

  “You resisted his compulsion. I mean, what did it feel like?” Tory rose and placed her hands on the table, leaning forward as if to hear them better.

  Had he resisted? Yes. Yes, each time since binding himself to Kate, it’d been a conscious choice to listen or not. It’d been a choice.

  “Like water,” Katherine answered. “Like a current urging you to go one way, but still giving you a choice.”

  “I had to work a little to defy him, but it didn’t hurt,” Joce agreed.

  Carac remained silent a moment and then two before sighing. “This is why they were hidden from us. This is why their existence was erased.”

  “Why what?” Katherine sounded confused, but the truth emerged in Joce’s mind.

  “Politics, fear, hid fires from us.” Joce’s mind finally wrapped the concept around him and the implications were staggering. “If we found our fire, we could resist the masters, the elders, any of them. Our allegiance would no longer be to our sires…”