by Mara Leigh
I push two fingers inside of her, and she sighs, cutting off her sentence. “Oh, yes.”
Her hips move, her wetness creating friction against my digits without my even having to move them, and I press my thumb against her swollen clit, loving the instant reaction I see on her face and on the skin of her chest, as her blood rushes to the surface of her most sensitive areas.
I am so drawn to this woman, pulled to her like a magnet for a million reasons, but the way our bodies click is definitely in my top five, if not number one.
Her hand takes my cock, and dances its fingers along its underside, turning the already rock hard shaft to a diamond, a diamond with electric nerve endings of pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
I look into her eyes as she uses a word she would not have yesterday. Was she really a virgin last night? She’s no vampire—it’s easy to see she’s all human—and yet her body responds with vampiric-like passion, with a vampire’s libido and resilience. After sex, her body recovers so quickly, wanting more, always more.
She’s taken more punishment from my cock than I’ve dared offer any human’s cunny before—even during my hate-fucking stage—and the sense of power that rises inside me while we are joined…
It’s exhilarating, terrifying. I’ve never fucked the same woman this often—but still wanting more. Not since… No, not even with Tavi did I feel like this.
“You sure you want it hard?” I stroke my fingers inside Ember. I love how her body undulates against my hand, how her eager nipples reach forward to rub on my chest hairs.
“Are you still feeling…energized from the last time I fed?” I plunge my fingers deep inside her.
Her lips squeeze together, and she inhales raggedly and nods. “Yes. Please. I’m on fire. And I want to feel your power. All of it. Please.”
I don’t understand it, but not only did my drinking her blood give me the ability to take sunlight and steal hers, it also seems to have given her a vampiric-like sex drive and healing ability.
Since neither of us have any idea how long these effects will last, or whether they will ever happen again, we should take every advantage of the time that we have.
Moving quickly, I pull her down the bed, shifting one of her legs over my shoulder. I fill her completely, driving in so fast and hard that my balls crash against her body, and I land so deep that my cock aches, bending at the impact at her tight tunnel’s limit.
She cries out, but then latches her mouth on my shoulder, her teeth biting down. She hasn’t broken my skin, but her suction is strong, as if she wants to draw blood from me too.
My hips plow forward, acting on their own and slamming endlessly, each pass better than the last, each one the best I’ve ever had, but still not enough. And the force of each drive presses her body down into the mattress, even as she struggles to arch into my thrusts.
She wants more. I need more. More than this position and the soft bed allow.
Pulling out, I flip her onto her belly, and kneel as I pull her ass high. Then I drive in from behind, tugging back on her hips for leverage, moving my body against hers so rapidly that I’m thrusting at several strokes per second.
My cock heats from the friction, assisted by what seems like an endless supply of her juices, forcing itself through her muscles that tighten and release, over and over, almost as fast as my thrusts.
She is fucking amazing.
Pausing deep inside her for a split second, I wrap my arms around her body and lift her torso, letting the weight of gravity hold her down onto my cock as I leap off the bed.
Bounding again, I brace her over the arm of an upholstered chair. One of the last sunshine free places I’ve yet to take her.
Leaning forward with bent legs, I trap her body between mine and the chair’s arm and hold still deep inside her.
“Please,” she murmurs. “More.”
“Anything for you, little dove.” Using the full force of my legs, I drive into her hard, and she shouts out her pleasure at the force and depth.
Like a wild animal, I pound mercilessly, pulling back on her shoulders, her hips, her hair, her tits as I struggle to find new ways to get leverage and heighten my pleasure.
A fierce climax is building inside me, but I don’t want to come. Not yet. It’s too soon.
We might not get the chance to fuck again until we reach Montréal, and even if I can carry her there in a few hours of running—that’s a lifetime without being inside her.
Slipping out, I turn her and press her back against the wall, lifting her above me so her legs straddle my shoulders, her sex in my face. Latching onto her love bud, I suck.
Her head slams against the wall behind, and I inhale her, tugging with the power of a vacuum, intermittently breaking the suction to lick and swirl, feasting on her sweet juices.
“Oh, Ryker!” Her hips buck against my face, and I let up on the hard suction, flicking my tongue instead, and then dragging it through her wet folds, lapping up the taste of her, salty with her sweat and so sweet.
I drive my rigid tongue inside of her, wanting to drink her dry in more ways than one, but it seems like she’ll never be dry, her body creating an endless supply of sweet lubrication to please us both. Her hips circle against my mouth, and then she thrusts, pulling my tongue deeper as she comes in another seemingly endless orgasm.
But I need to see her face, and my cock demands to feel her contractions.
Lifting her off my shoulders, I toss her into the air and impale her as she drops.
Gasping, eyes wide, she grabs at my back.
“Shit,” she says. “I nearly hit the ceiling. I felt like I was flying.”
Shaking my head, I look into her eyes. “Now we fly.”
Pressing her against the wall, I drive up and into her, keeping her suspended off the ground, using the tag team of gravity and the support of the hard wall to deepen each pounding drive.
And still she is coming, her pussy pulsing in fast waves around me that are simultaneously fighting and inviting my cock’s progress.
Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her, my tongue mimicking my cock, and her lips tighten around that part of me too, sucking on my mouth’s thrusting appendage as her cunt sucks my cock.
My need heightens along with my intense sense of pleasure. I will never get enough of this woman. I’m losing my fucking mind.
And I need to come. With all the fucking, I haven’t climaxed since that first time inside her, and she knows it. But I hold it back. My orgasm will signal an end that I don’t want to come.
I look into her eyes—so much need there, so much passion, so much trust. Do I deserve this? Deserve her? Of course I don’t. How could I ever?
I slow my hips’ motion, dragging my cock deliciously through her unbelievable tight hold, and she likes this slow action too. I can tell. Fuck.
Taking her this way, my cock can sense every wet inch of her, and every relative point of my penetration is different and equally wonderful: the tug of her tight entrance on my head; her shudder as I graze over her g-spot; the pressure and shape of her tunnel’s end; and the hug of her contractions when I’m buried in deep. My cock couldn’t possibly choose a favorite part of her cunny. I want—I need—every inch of her.
Her hand stretches down, finds my stones, and she fondles them lightly. “Do you like that?” She asks, her lips against my chest.
I nod, my throat too constrained to speak, to breathe.
“And how about this?” She squeezes my balls, just enough, stroking the sensitive skin with her soft fingers, and I can no longer stall my building climax. I’m way too close to the top.
My head tips back, and I roar as my hips thrust beyond my control.
Am I moving fast? Slow? Hard? Soft? I have no fucking idea what my hips are doing as a massive wave crashes into me, drowning me in pleasure as my seed erupts with more force and volume than I ever thought possible.
Regaining my sanity, I thrust m
ore slowly, but still hard and deep, and she tightens around me, holding me inside her. It seems my strength to pull out expired with the final thrust of my orgasm, while her strength seems to have increased.
I’m her prisoner now, her arms trapping my shoulders, her legs my waist, and her cunny holding captive my cock. Slumping forward, I pant.
Finally finding the energy, I lift her away from the wall and run my hands over her back, hoping to soothe any bruises our violent love-making raised.
Fuck, I totally lost my head. What if she’s hurt?
“You okay?” I ask, my voice emerging through gravel.
“Better than okay.” Her fingers thread through my hair, and I lean back and look into her eyes.
“I think the sun’s down,” I say, reality sneaking back in. Our excuse to stay inside has ended, and now that it’s dark, she’s really not safe here. Zuben knows where she lives and that means others might too. The entire DEFTA security team might crash in at any moment.
“I wish this day could go on forever,” Ember says. “And Montréal’s fine. I don’t care where we go, as long as it’s somewhere we can be together, just like this. Somewhere we can make love night and day. Because I never want to do anything else ever again.”
A contented smile drifts onto her lips, and it’s clear in her expression that she both means what she said and heard its absurdity. And I’m with her on that. I’ll find us a place where no other vampire can find us, where we can be alone together for as long as this feeling lasts.
Ember makes me want to be better, to change. Have I already?
Nah. I’m a bad man, bad to the core and always have been.
Ember makes me feel good, but my desire to hide her away from the world, totally fits with my pattern. It’s not goodness or love that she’s woken inside me, my feelings for her are just a symptom of my innate badness, my greed.
I want Ember because of what she can do for me, not to mention what she does for my cock.
“Come on.” Already hardening inside her again, I pull out and set her onto her feet.
She emits a high tiny sigh. “I miss you already.” She reaches down to take me in her hand, but I intercept her, entwining her fingers with mine instead.
“If we get started again, we won’t stop until daylight. It’s too dangerous.”
Her other hand reaches down to stroke my cock. “I’ve recently discovered that I like a little danger.”
Chapter Twenty
Ember
On the way down, I stand in the elevator as close to Ryker as humanly possible. I can’t get enough of him and feel like I’d die if we parted.
Am I in love?
I smile to myself. I’m super naive about many things, but not that naive. People don’t fall in love overnight. This feeling of ecstasy, of attachment—it can’t be love. It’s more likely sex hormones racing rampant in my bloodstream. Hormones that drive my body to do and feel and want things it had barely imagined before last night, and now that we aren’t having sex, they’ve shifted tactics to trigger emotions, strong ones.
“How do we get to Montréal?” I ask.
“Once we get out of the city, I’ll carry you and run. I don’t want to draw attention now—not from humans or vampires.” He glances around.
“We’ll easily get to Montréal before dawn,” he continues, “but first we need to swing by my hotel, pick up a few things, and as soon as we get out of DEFTA territory, I’ll take you somewhere fabulous for dinner. We don’t want to waste that pretty red dress you put on.”
Even though I’d be happy with a cheese steak, I’m not surprised that he plans to take me somewhere nice.
I smile. I am starving for more than just sex, and it was Ryker who suggested I wear the dress from the night we first met.
And he convinced me not to pack much, claiming he could buy me whatever I need once we get to Montréal. He’s carrying my small overnight bag, containing only a few of my essentials. We’re all set. The message I left for Shana was short. I told her I had a family emergency and needed time off until further notice.
The elevator doors open, and Mrs. Hamilton from the fourth floor is standing in front of them. Seeing us, she startles, stepping back into the lobby from the elevator. I suppose she’s never seen me all dressed up, especially not standing next to a massive man dressed in leather.
I smile at her, saying hello as we step off, and Ryker holds his hand to block the door’s closing to let her enter. She slides into the cab, keeping as far from him as possible, alarm in her eyes as her gaze meets mine.
Apparently I’m not the only one whose first impression of Ryker was DANGER.
Keeping a smile on my face, I try to reassure her with my eyes. I don’t want her calling 911—the police are a grave danger to my vampire lover. “Have a wonderful evening, Mrs. Hamilton.”
She punches the button for her floor and then backs up against the wood-paneled elevator wall.
Ryker puts his arm around my shoulders as we walk toward the door. “Did you get the feeling she didn’t like me much?” He chuckles.
Slinging my arm around his waist, I squeeze. “That’s okay with me. I want to keep you to myself.”
“That’s a wish I can grant, little dove.” He kisses the top of my head and then pushes open the front door of the building for me to walk through.
A light rain is falling, and so the street is quiet for this time in the evening. I tip my head to the sky. “Should have brought an umbrella.”
“Rain doesn’t bother me,” he replies, “but we can go back up and get one of you’d like.”
I shake my head, loving how the rain mists my face, cooling the heat that’s been boiling inside me all day.
“Take my coat.” He removes his leather jacket and it falls nearly to my knees when he slips it over my shoulders, surrounding me in his body heat and his scent. I inhale deeply, overwhelmed by intense and conflicting feelings of contentment, comfort and lust.
I look into his eyes. “If we’ve got time for dinner, maybe instead we should go back upstairs and make love one more time before going.”
“You bad girl.” He chuckles. “Seems I’ve awoken a monster.”
I lean away from him. “You think I’m a monster?”
His gaze darkens. “Only in a good way.”
I step forward to kiss him, but he takes my hand and starts to walk, and I have no choice but to follow.
He leans toward me as we walk. “Once we get somewhere safe, we’ll have plenty of time to work on taming your monster.”
Laughing, I shake my head, feeling giddy with happiness, but at the end of the block, Ryker stops and looks sharply over his shoulder.
“What?” I ask, pressing my hand against his chest.
He shakes his head. “Got a feeling we’re being followed.”
“Are we?” My heart thumps a little faster.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.”
It’s not a direct answer, but it’s all the answer I need, because I do feel safe with Ryker. So safe. I’ve seen how quickly he moves, seen demonstrations of his strength and power as he handled my body like I weighed less than a feather. I have no doubt he could protect me against whoever might be on the streets of Center City Philly tonight.
A few blocks later, he moves into a narrow side street, pulling me with him so quickly my feet leave the ground, and then he shifts me behind him as he peers around the corner.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him from behind.
Turning, he leans against the brick wall at the mouth of the lane, and pulls me against his chest. “We are being followed,” he says. “It’s that fucker, Zuben.”
“I didn’t see anyone.” I’m starting to think that Ryker might be a tad paranoid, but if we’re going to be together, I’ll need to discover and then accept all his flaws.
And even if it is Zuben, I don’t think the tall Egyptian man—not a man, a vampire—means me any harm. Maybe it would be good
if he caught up with us, so the two men can air their differences.
I inwardly laugh at my fantasy. The idea that all would be well if they talked is too much to ask.
Ryker checks the street again, then takes my hand. “Let’s get to Rittenhouse Square as fast as we can,” he says. “Then we’ll cut through the park to the hotel. The more humans around us, the better.”
“Whatever you think.”
He heads off, walking so quickly I have to scramble to keep up, and making me wish I hadn’t worn my heels. I consider asking him to stop so I can dig my sneakers out of the overnight bag, but we quickly reach the southwest corner of the square. His hotel’s not far now.
Ryker looks behind us, and I glance back too. A man ducks off the sidewalk into a building’s alcove. It could be a coincidence? But no, Ryker is right. Someone is following us. And based on the man’s height and shape it’s possible that it was Zuben.
“Did you see that?” I whisper.
“Fucking Zuben.”
“Maybe I should just talk to him?” I suggest.
“Believe me, it’s not talking he wants from you.”
I’m about to ask what he does want, but I already know the answer. Zuben wants me for my blood—he wants to use me for what it can do. But I can’t deny that thinking of Zuben stirs something inside me, especially now I realize why he wanted to protect me.
Ryker tugs on my hand, and we walk across the street to enter the square. On this rainy night, there are barely a dozen people walking through the park, but also a large group of police congregated near the information booth at its center. Ryker heads straight toward them.
“Zuben will avoid the police,” Ryker says. “They’ve got stakes.”
“Then shouldn’t we avoid them too?” The idea of a wooden stake through Ryker’s heart causes mine to race.
“Cops don’t scare me.” He shakes his head. “Stupid fuckers think vampires skulk around in the shadows, hiding in bushes with their fangs hanging out. If those cops are here patrolling for vampires, they won’t notice me.”
A nervous laugh escapes my throat. Until yesterday, that’s pretty much how I imagined vampires too. But yesterday feels like a lifetime ago. I’m a different person now, no longer afraid of the dark, and I’m starting an entirely new and exciting life. I feel safe with Ryker—safe and alive and brave.