Catharine’s lower lip pouted out but she stilled herself at his request. “Was that payment enough?” she asked.
Ramsey ran a hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat. “That was just a down payment, baby. This is on the installment plan, remember?”
Catharine threw her head back and laughed, then climbed off him with ease.
Ramsey scooted up in the chair. He tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed his beer. Damn, he was thirsty. He drained the rest of the beer in one swig. Whenever one of them drank his blood, he always felt a bit light-headed. Supplying the blood, then having explosive sex right afterward left him almost in a state of dehydration.
He cleared his throat. “Where are the others?”
Catharine smoothed her black mini-skirt down over her hips. “They took their feast below.”
Ramsey sighed and rose from the chair, stretching. There’ll be a mess in the morning, he thought. Knowing how wild things could get when the women hadn’t fed the night before, he didn’t look forward to cleaning up. Last night, while they were out on open water, the women had sipped from him just enough to keep their hunger pangs at bay. They would not drain him completely, nor would they turn him. They needed him to stay human so that he could handle the boat and watch over them at the same time. They hadn’t tapped the new one, Heather, for her blood yet. They were still preparing her, getting her used to the life. Of course, Ramsey knew that their denial to feed on the new young thing only increased Heather’s desire to become one of them. Anticipation worked like a drug. Ramsey could tell that Heather was straining at the bit to be included in one of the feeding frenzies. And in one of the orgies that followed.
“I’ll be going down to join them,” Catharine said, coming up beside him. She stroked his cheek. “You are my favorite, Ramsey,” she said.
Ramsey winked at her, and then gave her a slap on the backside. “Go. Eat.”
Catharine turned and started to walk away.
“Catharine?” Ramsey shoved a hand through his hair.
“Yes?” She turned to face him.
“You want me to pull out? Head for open water?” That was the usual course when they brought dinner home with them. Stay in port one or two nights, just until the women had gathered enough victims for a meal, then head out to open water. It was much easier to clean up in open water.
Catharine pursed her lips. “No, Ramsey. I think we’ll stay here for a while. There seems to be an abundance of food.” She grinned and turned. Then she disappeared below in the blink of an eye.
Ramsey sighed. At least he could get some sleep tonight, but in the morning, he was going to have to figure out what to do with the table scraps that would be left over from the feast.
He walked around the deck checking the mooring lines. He’d sleep up here on deck tonight. Going below would not only tempt fate—you didn’t walk in on a vampire feeding frenzy without losing some of your own blood—but would also tend to get a little noisy. There would be no way he would be able to sleep down there.
He finished his nightly checks then settled down into a comfy chaise. The night was warm. His sexual needs were completely satisfied and his women … his vampires … were safely back on board Bloody Hell.
Life was good.
Ramsey crossed his arms over his chest and let his eyes fall closed.
Yes, life was good and no one had better try to mess it up. He’d never find another situation like this.
If anyone even tried to screw things up—Ramsey would kill them.
* * * *
Ivy could feel Holt’s gaze burning her skin as his eyes traveled over her body.
While she showered, she thought about how she was going to weasel the exact location of the boat, Bloody Hell, out of him. He was too large and too strong for her to muscle it out and if she threatened him, he would probably just laugh. He also seemed to be pretty darned intelligent so she didn’t think she’d be able to trick him into telling her. But, he seemed attracted to her and she was a big girl so … why not? She could use a good romp and Holt Raven looked like he had stamina, along with a killer body.
Not to mention the fact that just looking at him made her mouth water.
So, Ivy made the decision to use her feminine wiles to achieve her goal.
The location of Bloody Hell and her wayward sister.
Ivy made sure that her skin was glowing and she was as sweet smelling as a new day, then wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and made her entrance.
Standing here in the doorway of the bathroom, Ivy felt a growing hunger as his eyes devoured her. A shiver ran through her. Ivy stepped out of the cloud of steam.
“Are you ready for bed?” she asked again.
Holt sat on the edge of the bed, his red flannel pants striking against his dark coloring. His hair, freshly washed and slicked back, shined even in the dim light of the room. His skin was taut over chiseled muscles. Ivy ached to run her hands over his massive chest and let her fingers trace the ripples showing in the first six-pack abs she had ever seen that were not in some infomercial. But his eyes were what made the heat in her lower regions kick up on high. Dark, sparkling black, Holt’s eyes held nothing but pure, male, animalistic desire.
Ivy caught her bottom lip between her teeth and fought back a moan.
Sweet Lord, Holt Raven was a wet dream in the flesh.
He stood, his movements slow and fluid. “I will sleep on the floor,” he said, moving around the foot of the bed to the other side.
Ivy felt like she could cry. She could tell that he wanted her. So why was he trying to squelch what his gaze so obviously revealed? She took a deep breath and moved toward the bed. “I see no reason for you to give yourself a backache,” she said, trying her best to sound unconcerned. She drew back the awful brown and yellow flowered bedspread, tossing it to the floor. Reaching for the blanket, she continued. “This bed is huge. There’s plenty of room for both of us.” She folded the blanket down invitingly and punched a pillow.
Ivy straightened. Her eyes caught his across the bed.
Then … her towel fell to the floor.
Ivy sucked in her breath but made no move to cover herself. Let him look, she thought, straightening her shoulders.
Holt’s nostrils flared as his eyes raked over her. He fisted his hands at his sides, his heated gaze moving over her breasts, down her belly and onward.
Ivy felt herself flush under his scrutiny.
His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice thick.
Ivy blinked. “What?”
He took a deep breath and flexed his hands. “You should cover yourself.”
What the hell? She thought. This is not going as planned.
Instead of reaching for the towel that was pooled at her feet, Ivy lifted the covers on the bed and crawled in. “I didn’t realize that I was so horrible to look at,” she said, settling back on the pillow and pulling the blanket up to her chin. “Please—feel free to turn away. I’d hate to give you nightmares.”
“No. I…” He stammered but she cut him off.
“You just have to excuse my appearance, Mr. Raven, but I do sleep in the nude,” she said, turning onto her side, putting her back to him. “Now, since we are both adults and there is obviously no danger of anything sexual in nature going to happen,” she punched her pillow, “according to your reaction at seeing my naked butt,—just get in bed.” Ivy tucked one hand under her cheek.
For a moment, there was no sound. Then, the lights turned off. The bed moved. Ivy felt him lift the blanket. She bit her lip and willed herself not to look at him. The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled in beside her.
He settled himself, not touching her.
Ivy held her breath.
“You’re wrong,” he said, his voice precise and matter-of-fact.
Without turning over, Ivy asked, “Wrong about what?”
Then one hot finger traced the length of her spine. Ivy gasped.
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“You’re wrong about nothing sexual happening,” he said.
Instantly, Ivy was on fire. Even though he had pulled his hand away and was no longer touching her, Ivy still felt the trail of heat that he had traced down her back. She licked her lips, staring out into the dim light of the room. The bathroom light was still on, the door open halfway, casting a pale glow into the room. “I thought you were going to sleep on the floor,” she said, barely able to breathe with the prospect of those hot hands of his exploring other parts of her body.
Holt shifted on the bed. “Changed my mind.”
Ivy felt a stirring low in her belly. He had moved closer to her. She could feel his warmth radiating from him, washing over her naked skin. She rolled over to face him. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch. Even lying there on his side, his head resting on one arm with the pillow beneath, he looked dangerous.
She licked her lips again as a trembling rush flowed through her. “So … what are you telling me here, Holt?”
Silently, Holt reached over with one hand under the covers and, starting at her shoulder, stroked slowly all the way down her arm until he came to her hand that was resting on the bed in front of her tummy. Ivy shuddered, gooseflesh rising on the skin of her arm, chilling at the absence of his touch. Holt tenderly lifted her hand and guided it toward him. Her fingers brushed against his erection. Holt laid her hand on his cock, and then curled her fingers around it. He moved his hand, placing it on the bed between them, leaving hers where it was.
Ivy struggled to keep the expression on her face cool but it wasn’t easy. Holt was so large; Ivy couldn’t close her fingers around his girth.
She watched his face, no longer needing an answer from him as to the question of whether they were going to have sex or not. Tentatively, she moved her hand up his shaft, the taut, heated skin smooth as silk against her palm. She felt the veins pulsing underneath the silky steeliness. Holt’s eyelids lowered as he drew in a deep breath. Ivy continued her exploration, coming to the swollen tip of his cock. She ran her thumb over it, circling, feeling.
Holt moved the hand that had been resting between them and cupped one of her breasts.
Ivy sucked in a breath, tightening her grip on him as he rolled her peaked nipple between two fingers. Ivy arched her back, pressing against his touch. She began to stroke him, slowly at first, feeling the pulse of his blood quicken. He toyed with her breast, his eyes trained on his hand as he first kneaded, then tweaked the sensitized nipple.
Ivy pressed her lips tightly together to keep herself from moaning. Her heart sped up. Her pussy clenched, damp with anticipation.
The only sound was that of their breathing, which was growing steadily louder.
Ivy pumped him, amazement filling her at the size of him and the fact that with each movement of her hand, she could swear he grew thicker still. She paused at the head of his dick. Pre-cum wet him. Ivy swirled her thumb over him, using it to slicken him.
Holt groaned.
Ah, a sound, she thought. She wanted to hear more sounds come from this big hunk of man, a man of few words. Ivy pulled away from his touch and threw back the covers, baring them.
She scooted down, watching his face.
Their eyes locked.
His gaze was fierce as she gave him a gentle shove. He rolled from his side onto his back, their eyes not breaking contact. Ivy moved lower still, positioning herself between his legs. She grasped his rod in one hand at the base, and then blew a light breath over the tip. He pulsed in her hand, his erection twitching. Ivy licked her lips then ever so slowly circled her tongue around the engorged head of his cock.
Holt sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, a hissing sound.
Determined to make him moan, Ivy opened her mouth and drew him inside as far as she could. Holding herself steady with one hand braced on the bed beside his hip, she used the other hand to stroke the part of him that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. He tasted of soap and the not unpleasant spice of his juices. She went down on him in earnest, swirling her tongue around him, making small sucking noises.
Holt clenched his fists and groaned again, closing his eyes for a moment.
There, Ivy thought. That’s what I want to hear. She drew back to catch her breath, using her hand to keep the rhythm.
Suddenly, Holt shifted and rose up, grabbing her by the upper arms. He pulled her up his body firmly, drawing her from between his legs. When his cock slid between her legs and caressed her dampness, Ivy moaned herself. She started to raise herself to allow him to penetrate her but he kept moving her forward and up. Then she was astride his rock hard stomach.
Holt released her arms and cupped both her breasts with his hands. Ivy flexed her shoulders back, shivering as her body kicked into full sexual alert. Holt took her by the waist and pulled her down.
He captured one peaked nipple in his mouth.
Ivy gasped, pressing herself into him. Holt suckled her breast, his lips pressing against her flesh.
Ivy felt a tingling begin in her toes, slowly moving up her body. Her pussy throbbed. His hands urged her forward, up. What is he doing? She thought. Holt moved his fiery touch down her sides, then cupped her bottom. He nudged her higher up his stomach. Ivy raised herself up, grabbing onto the headboard of the bed just as he lifted her while he scooted himself down. Now her legs were spread over his shoulders.
Holt reached a hand between her legs and spread the moist folds of her core. Then he pulled her down.
Ivy screamed, arching her back as Holt’s feather-light flicks of his tongue teased her clit. Her thighs trembled, her fingers gripped the headboard. Holt licked her cream, his fingers doing interesting things in the cleft of her backside. Ivy moaned and spread her legs wider, wanting that hot tongue to not miss one single spot. She could feel his breath wash over her heated core. Holt’s ministrations became firmer, more determined. His tongue stiffened, then he began to rock her hips with his hands, moving her over his seductive, hungry, wet mouth. Ivy took her cue from him. She began swaying back and forth, side to side, using her grip on the headboard for balance as she rubbed herself against his tongue. “Mmmm,” she moaned, feeling swirling pleasure build inside her.
Holt slid a finger inside her dripping wetness, and then used her cream to moisten the virgin territory that lay between the round cheeks of her backside.
The feeling sent chills though her, making her shiver. Ivy could no longer think. Her body was in charge. Her muscles twitched. Her nerve endings crackled. She had never ridden a man’s mouth before. It was the most erotic experience she had ever had.
Holt slid two fingers inside her and caught her clit between his lips. Ivy’s stomach muscles rippled. “Ahh, yes,” she breathed, spreading herself open as far as she could. “More Holt. More.”
He slicked the cleft in her ass again with her juices then in one motion, he slid two fingers of one hand into her pussy while he gently invaded her virgin ass with another finger.
Ivy thought her muscles were going to tear themselves apart with their trembling as his hands and mouth played with her like a tightly strung violin. His mouth was hot and demanding, his fingers rough-textured inside her as he moved them in and out, scissoring between her pussy and her ass. Shocks raced up her spine, the added unknown pleasure of being filled in both holes a newfound exquisite experience. Ivy could barely breathe, the sensations racing through her, driving her to the brink of insanity. She gasped when he nipped her clit. She jerked, feeling the tips of his fangs. He smiled against her nether lips. Then he bit again.
“Oh God yes!” she cried out.
She was hovering on the edge, ready to dive headfirst into oblivion. “Suck me, Holt. Do it!”
And he did.
Holt drew her clit into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue back and forth over her hard bud while fingering her in two places with his wonderful thick fingers.
“I … I’m coming,” she said, her muscles stiffening. A tingling rush exploded inside, sending her in
to a chasm of ecstasy as she came. Ivy screamed at the top of her lungs, her muscles turning to rubber.
Holt caught her before she collapsed on top of him, rolling her to the side. He sat up and pulled her back down the bed so that her head rested on the pillow and she lay flat on her back. Her muscles were still dancing with glee, her orgasm still winding down.
Ivy watched him through lowered eyelashes, her breathing still labored. His chin was wet with her cream, glistening in the dim light. He was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. He looked up at her. Their eyes locked. His flashed with desire.
Before Ivy could speak, Holt slid down the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
Ivy tried to rise up, touching his shoulder. “Holt … give me some time to catch my breath…”
Holt smiled, baring his fangs, and shook his head no. Then his mouth was on her again, sucking at her peach.
Ivy fell back onto the pillow, writhing in pure passion as he made her come again within seconds. She screamed his name and reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair, pressing his hungry, greedy mouth to her, wanting him inside her. Completely. Her hips bucked as the orgasm rolled through her.
Ivy rode the wave, barely registering the fact that when Holt had smiled, fangs gleamed deadly in that wonderful mouth of his.
Right now, Ivy didn’t care.
As Holt’s very experienced tongue thrust inside her pussy once again, Ivy didn’t give a damn about anything.
She’d died and gone to sex heaven.
Chapter Four
Holt ran his tongue over his lips. He could still taste her. Spicy and sweet. He glanced down at her. She curled against his side, one tiny hand resting on his chest, snoring softly. She’d been sleeping for half an hour now. He smiled, remembering how she screamed when she orgasmed. She’d bucked against him as if she couldn’t get enough. Holt had been right. There was a wild thing inside little Miss Ivy Green.
Gently, he moved her onto her back. He had let her rest but now it was time to wake up the wild thing again. Holt was going to make sure that it was well exercised tonight.
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