“Barely.”
It was maddening. Her labia were swollen, and she had an ache down low in her belly that was crying out for him. Why didn’t he just do it? Slide in and fill her. She could feel the delicious burn along the entrance to her pussy where he was stretching her. He was so thick, it was almost like being a virgin all over again.
“And this ass, Crissy. This ass had better be mine too.”
She groaned as his finger skimmed over the little hole, making it tighten and pucker as the tip of a finger pushed just inside before a slap stung the flesh. Her buttocks clenched. God, it had been so long since—
“Say it.”
She couldn’t look away from the dark heat in his gaze, the force of it taking her breath. “This ass is yours.”
“Good.”
His head dropped, his lips closing around the hard peak of a nipple and suckling, shooting streaks of pleasure directly to her clit. He continued to thrust, the digs shallow, frustrating. She tried to pull him closer by digging her heels into his back. “Randy!”
He released the nipple he’d been laving and looked up.
She had to get him to lose control. She didn’t want teasing, not anymore. She wanted him to fuck her, dammit! Reaching for his face, she kissed him, his lips opening under hers. When his tongue stroked against hers, she held it with her teeth and sucked on it, hard, holding it still.
A wild moan tore out of his chest, swallowed up between them as he surged inside her in one savage thrust until he was buried deep.
Her eyes blinked and watered at the feel of him filling her, and she let go of his tongue and collapsed against him as he started to pound into her.
“Christ, Crissy! Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
Hopefully good things, she thought, and clenched around him as he surged inside her again.
Then his lips were on hers, moving over them roughly, the tenderness of moments before gone in a growling, possessive branding, before he wrenched his mouth away to nip and lick a heated path to her neck.
Yes! Yes! Oh, hell, yes!
Lifting her higher, he thrust deeper, his groans, his heated breath against her skin sending an arrow of sensation through her that landed, with great force, in her clit.
Damn, he was hitting every nerve ending she had and a few she’d never even known about. All she could feel, all she could think about, was the way he filled her, possessed her, made her want to feel the searing blast of seed from his cock, embrace the burning deep inside and hold him to her.
“Crissy…babe…oh, fuck! Oh, God yes…” He repositioned her, tilting her hips so that he ground against her clit with each forward thrust.
Warmth blossomed through her, the swirling feeling, the heat gathering in her cunt, her skin so sensitive that even the gentle sprinkle of water on her skin felt alive with energy. Feelings so intense her mind was blank of everything but him.
He nuzzled her neck, little nips and licks that sent delightful shivers through her body, and she tilted her head, giving him better access.
Then he bit her. Surprisingly sharp teeth clamped on her shoulder shooting a shard of electricity straight through to the ultrasensitive depths of her womb. The feel of his bite, the deep, animalistic growl that broke free… She exploded. Burst. Flew apart as her body shook in his arms, the tremors, her whole body jerking in time with the hot splashes of his seed into her womb as he thickened further and ground his cock deeper and deeper.
It was never-ending. She lost track of time as her orgasm peaked again and again with every jerk of his shaft inside her channel.
Cradling her head in the crook of his shoulder, his other arm wrapped around her waist holding her flush against him, he shuddered as his cock shot another stream into her womb. “Don’t move.”
“Can’t. Dead.”
His body vibrated as a satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest.
Maybe she dozed. When she came to, they were sitting on her little vanity seat. Her robe was draped over her back. The shower was off.
And he was still inside her.
Good Lord. If this was heaven, it beat sitting on a cloud any day.
* * * * *
Propped up in bed, head resting on his hand, Randy watched Crissy as she slept, nothing moving except the shallow rise and fall of her magnificent breasts, her silky skin still flushed and pink, his big hand covering her small one where it rested, splayed, on his chest. Her hair was a wild, golden mess spread over the pillow, a thick tendril curled in the shadowed crevice of her cleavage.
He trailed his fingers down over the skin of her cheek, marveling at its softness and lifted the wayward lock, placing it behind her shoulder. His finger ran over the spot, now looking little more than a normal love bite, where he’d bitten her. That was going to take some explaining, he knew. Especially when it didn’t fade. But it was too late to do anything about it. He’d broken the skin, the memory of her blood passing over his tongue making his erection throb. He’d never had to worry about the other women he slept with falling pregnant. The bite changed everything. It made her his, made her body his. Running his hand over her flat tummy, he closed his eyes and pictured her pregnant, her swollen belly full of their child.
His breath caught in his throat, tenderness filling him at the image. He opened his eyes and smiled. Later. There would be plenty of time for that later, when this threat was behind them. But full lips called to him, distracting him, and he leaned over, feathering a soft kiss over them. Their blended scents that her body now carried, filled the air and made his heart speed up.
Carrying her to the bed from the bathroom had seemed like a ten-mile journey on his shaky legs, but he’d fully intended to leave her there to sleep. That had changed the minute he laid her down. Her arms had tightened around his neck and she’d pleaded at him with those big blues and asked him not to go.
Like he could ever say no to that…
And when her leg wrapped over his hip, pulling him in close to her warmth and wetness so that he slid so easily back inside, he knew that, for him, some things would never be the same again. His wild days were definitely over. In complete, unabashed abandon, they’d come together again.
But whereas the first time had been primal, wild, what followed as they slid and moved over the satiny sheets had been gentle, like a slow dance to a sultry rhythm, but every bit as intense. Tasting each other, the feel of her mouth around his cock, her tongue wrapping around the shaft as he tortured himself with long, slow thrusts, and then her sweet juices on his tongue mixed with the salty taste of himself as his tongue fucked her…
And when he’d lain back, positioning her on top of him, the sight of her above him, head thrown back as she rocked over his cock and came blasted what was left of his control. He’d pulled out while she was still pulsing around him and flipped her under him, her head down and her ass in the air. A second later, after plunging as deep as he could get in one furious thrust, he’d exploded inside her, on and on, a never-ending pulse and release. Her clenching channel throbbed around him, wringing an orgasm out of him that made him see stars.
No wonder she was sleeping so soundly. Every cell in his body screamed at him to curl around her, hold her close and give in to the seductive pull of sleep too. But he had crossed a line with Crissy he never had with any other female, and he needed some time to think about it while his cock was quiet and his brain had a chance to work. That wasn’t likely to happen while he was naked with her.
Moving silently, he rolled out of bed and tugged on his jeans, stepping quietly down the stairs.
He was waiting for the coffee to finish dripping when his cell phone rang. Chad was on his way. He snapped the phone shut and relaxed against the counter. He smiled as it occurred to him that for the first time since they’d taken on the case, his cock wasn’t hammering at his jeans. He felt sated. Complete. His little mate had totally drained him.
His mate.
Oh fuck.
His body stilled at the thou
ght.
That was it. That was the word. The usual panic failed to materialize. In fact his body and mind rejoiced at the thought of it. A previously unknown euphoria filled him.
“Mate.” He tested the sound. It sounded good, different when he was talking about his own and not just generally.
A surge of possessiveness flooded through him. His mate. Yeah, that sounded even better. Felt good too. In fact, it felt fucking fantastic. Hell, fucking Crissy was better than fantastic. It blew his mind.
Every single detail flashed through his head in glorious living color. Every whimper and moan. God, what a fuck! At least he hadn’t scared her—that was something at least. In fact, she’d loved every second of it. But then, she only knew the half of it. She’d probably fry his balls when she found out the rest.
But man! If that was what sex was like with a mate, he could understand now why mated furries never looked anywhere else.
Funny, but for years he’d wondered how they could be satisfied with only one woman. Now just the thought of any other woman even touching his cock was enough to make it shrivel up. But Crissy only had to come within five feet of him—hell, he only had to think about her—and he was hard and ready, busting to give it to her…
Coffee. He needed coffee bad. And food. He’d worked up enough appetite to eat a whole cow on his own.
He turned to the fridge and almost stumbled over Fatso, sitting there staring up at him.
“What?”
Fatso meowed and looked pointedly at his bowl.
Randy curled his lip in disdain. “Oh, I get it. You’re hungry, and Momma’s not around, so I’m fit to talk to now. Is that it?”
The meowing got louder. Worried the caterwauling would wake up his little mate—swallowing the silly grin using that word produced—Randy grabbed a tin of cat food out of the cupboard. “Okay, okay. It’s coming. Shut up, for chrissakes.” He dumped the filled bowl down on the floor and Fatso dug in, eating like he hadn’t been fed in a month. “What? No thank you? Just remember who feeds you next time, dumb cat. And do something about that attitude while you’re at it.” He turned then and grabbed a frying pan, turning the gas on low to heat while he grabbed the steak and bacon from the fridge, whistling as he went.
He was almost done cooking when Chad walked in.
“You had breakfast yet?” Randy asked him.
“Nope. But feel free to hit me with some of whatever you’re having.”
Grabbing two plates out of the cupboard, he piled them both high—steak, bacon, eggs, biscuits, gravy…
“What’s this?” Chad’s eyes widened as he looked at the mountain of food in front of him. “You work up a bit of an appetite on your run, Cuz? You’ve got enough food here to feed an army.”
“You complaining?”
“Hell, no. I’m starved.”
“Good. Talk while you eat. I want to know as much as you can tell me about this René guy before Crissy comes down.”
“Well…for starters, like we thought, he’s not a newbie…about six hundred years old, give or take a decade or five…”
“He’s older than Marcus?”
“Just a smidge. Been here as long as Marcus. Disappeared about ten or twelve years ago—Marcus is a bit hazy on the details. Hadn’t been seen around town up until the other night.”
“So is he good or bad?”
“That depends.” Chad considered his words as he bit into a biscuit. “There are more than a few vamps who snuffed it on the end of a stake he was wielding who’d consider him bad if they were still around to tell the tale. Marcus called him The Terminator. He was like the angel of death for vamps who were doing something they shouldn’t…their worst nightmare. Like, you saw René, you knew your number was up, you know what I mean? Apart from that, did his own thing, no trouble, but…” Chad paused and put down his knife and fork, steepling his fingers in front of his mouth.
“But?”
“Before he disappeared, rumor is he was involved with a young lady. A human lady.”
“So what? They all do it, just like we do.”
“Yeah, but this is where it gets interesting. Her name was Christina.” Chad stared at him, all usual humor wiped off his face, and Randy felt the chill pass over his body so that every hair stood on end. “Also known, by a select few, as Crissy.”
Randy vaulted out of his chair, the suddenness of the movement sending it crashing backward on the floor behind him. “What!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Hey, sugah,” said Chad, the smile quickly back on his face as he greeted Crissy’s cousin as she walked into the kitchen.
Randy barely flicked a glance at her. “Georgie. Hi.” He felt like his whole world was about to crumble. Christ, what if…
Chad dived in. “You want some coffee, chere?”
“Never touch the stuff. But I’ll have green tea if the kettle’s boiled. The bags are next to the coffee jar,” she said as she straddled a chair.
Reaching for a tea bag and a mug, Randy filled it, thinking all the while. Crissy and a vamp? But how? When? What if René had started the conversion? Did he want her back? Randy’s chest felt tight. He felt sick, the huge breakfast he’d eaten sitting like a lead brick in his stomach.
“So,” she bumped Chad’s shoulder, “what’s the problem?”
“We may have identified the guys who attacked Crissy.”
“Hey, that’s great!”
“Yeah, it sure is,” Randy said, handing Georgie the mug, his eyes sending Chad an unspoken warning.
“What’s great?”
They all turned at the sleepy voice.
Randy walked over to Crissy, pulling her close and wrapping her up inside his arms. “What’re you doing up?” he said, rubbing his cheek against the soft silk of her hair, inhaling her unique scent of summer and sunshine, unfamiliar feelings of terror and possessiveness bleeding through him in equal measure.
She tried to ease back from him, looking uncomfortable with Chad and Georgie watching.
Shit. He didn’t want her pulling away. Didn’t want her denying him—them. Ever. Crissy was his now and he didn’t give a rat’s ass who knew. With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face, bussing her lips with his in a succession of intimate touches. When she stiffened, he slanted his mouth more firmly over hers, his tongue pushing insistently at her lips, demanding entry, until she opened underneath him. Diving into the moist heat, he prodded and thrust until he gained a response, her tongue meeting his in a silken glide, her body finally softening against his.
Relief coursed through him. Satisfied he’d made his point, he lifted his head, watching the rosy tint of a blush staining her cheeks. She resumed her now tepid efforts to break free, and he let her slip out of his arms, but not far. He wasn’t prepared to let her go just yet, and pulled her back against his chest, his arms around her waist, locking her there.
She frowned over her shoulder at him, before turning back to face Chad and Georgie. “I heard voices,” Crissy said. “What’s going on?”
Resting his chin on the top of Crissy’s head, he locked eyes with Chad before dropping his head to lick softly over the ultrasensitive mark on her shoulder, sending a distinct shiver over her skin. Chad’s eyes narrowed in contemplation before they widened as understanding hit him and a small smirk kicked up the corner of his mouth. He ducked his head to hide the broadening grin, before raising it again, the humor on his face back under control.
“Chad and Marcus may have found out who the two guys were who attacked you.”
“Hey, that’s great. Who are they? What did they want?”
“A couple of really rough characters, Crissy,” said Chad. “You don’t want to be leaving the house on your own for a while, at least until we find out more, okay?”
She patted Randy’s hands to indicate she wanted to move, and reluctantly he let her go. After she’d grabbed a mug of coffee, she didn’t return to him but sat down next to Georgie. He choked down the dash of pique that mo
ve triggered.
“So, does that mean I’m going to be ‘guarded’ every second?”
Randy pulled out the chair next to her and sat on it, draping his arm across the back of hers as he answered, his look determined, his expression full of resolve. “Yep, that’s exactly what it means.”
“Well, not this afternoon. Sorry. Georgie and I have plans,” she said firmly, taking a long draw on her coffee.
“I don’t care.”
“No, Randy.”
Randy squared off with Crissy. “I said—”
Her eyes flashed at him. “Look, Randy, back off. I’ll be fine with Georgie. You said daytime should be okay. If anyone comes out swinging, she can flatten them for me. She does Tae Bo.”
Georgie snickered beside her. “Um…that’s Tae kwon do, Cris, but close enough.”
“Whatever…” Crissy waved her hand in the air, dismissing the distinction as irrelevant. With a final gulp, she finished her coffee, stood and headed over to the sink to rinse the mug. He followed her.
“I’m coming with you.”
“No, you’re not,” she stated, each word clipped, not even looking at him. “I’ll just get changed, Georgie. Give me five minutes.”
She was not getting changed or going anywhere without him. And it was about time she realized it.
He followed her up the stairs. “Crissy. You are not leaving this house without me.”
“You’re smothering me.”
“You’re in danger! Get used to it…”
“Interesting,” Chad offered. He had noticed the amused but thoughtful look on Georgie’s face as she watched her cousin and Randy. That wasn’t all he noticed, either, today or the first time they’d met. Even though she was a tiny little thing, he sensed a spitfire under the laid-back attitude. Of course, the fiery color of her hair could have something to do with that perception. Just how much of a handful would she be? he wondered.
“Those two?” Georgie nodded up the stairs. Raised voices filtered down to them. “Yeah, what is with that? You know they remind me of an old married couple.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He started to laugh but the sound disintegrated into a weak chuckle as the absolute correctness of her observation hit him—listening to the verbal push and shove between Crissy and Randy reminded him of his own parents. “Interesting, though, that they seem completely unaware, hmmm?”
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