Blood Rush

by Jenika Snow

  She looked down, his question spinning through her mind. She knew the answer to his question, knew how she felt about him even though she felt deceived.

  “No, it wouldn’t make a difference.” She heard him exhale and met his eyes again. “Why didn’t you tell me? I know something like that seems too unreal to be true, but you knew how I felt about you. You should have known you could trust me.”

  He smiled softly at her and stepped closer. His eyes seemed to roam over her face before he spoke. “I didn’t want to scare you. I am what I am, Kayla, and I thought if you knew what I was, there would be a part of you that I lost.” He chuckled, but it sounded humorless. “Would you have believed me anyway? Would you have accepted that I was a Blood Breed, a vampire?”

  She thought about his question. It wasn’t difficult to understand what he meant, but she still found it hard to answer. “Yes, I would have. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, no matter how crazy the subject is.” She glanced at him, saw the worry clear on his face, and felt her heart palpitate.

  “Are you afraid of me now?” His voice caught, and she saw his throat working as he swallowed.

  She smiled. “No, I’m not afraid of you. I am afraid of the whole idea of vampires, but I could never be frightened of you. I know you would never harm me.” She took a deep breath, questions slamming into her head one after the other. Aleksei hadn’t gone into great detail about his kind. She hadn’t pried for answers, more stunned by everything to the extent that she hadn’t been able to actually think of anything to ask. Now, staring at Adrik, question after question bombarded her.

  “Adri—” He didn’t let her finish, just held up his hand and shook his head.

  “Please, I just want to hold you.”

  Her breathing was unsteady. She felt her heart race with anticipation. She nodded and watched in trepidation as he moved closer and snaked his arms around her waist. Once she felt his body heat, the strong beat of his heart, and smelled his wild and untamed scent, she knew the questions could wait.

  She took a step into him and laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes and sighing in relief. She realized there had been a small part of her that feared something might feel different. She didn’t know what, but there was that tingling feeling that kept her on edge. As she let him hold her, she smiled, feeling only the strong pull of her emotions for Adrik.

  “Kayla?”

  “Hmm?” She didn’t lift her head, didn’t want to move from the warm protection he offered.

  “I love you. So much.”

  She did look up at that. Craning her head back, she stared into the deep blue pools of his eyes. Her breathing increased. Oh God, he’s going to kiss me. She could see it in his eyes, could see how his gaze dipped down to her lips.

  “I love you, too.”

  “I want to kiss you. Can I, Kayla?” His voice was low, husky, and filled with his desire.

  She could hear the beat of her heart in her ears, could feel it thumping in her throat. Nodding, she watched in excitement and nervousness as his head descended. His mouth was only inches from hers, their breath mingling, their gazes locked. She tilted her head to the side as he closed that last inch that separated their mouths.

  His mouth pressed against hers, soft at first, but soon becoming hard and demanding. She gripped his forearms as he moved his hands to the counter behind her. His upper body pressed against her, causing her to arch her back, which made her breasts press against his hard chest. His tongue teased her lips, urging her to open, to accept what he had to offer.

  “Open for me, Kayla.” He whispered against her mouth, low, sensual, needy.

  She didn’t hesitate, not when she felt him all around her, felt his heat, his power, the very strength he yielded under his skin.

  His tongue immediately swept inside and slid against hers. He tasted wild and unadulteratedly male, addicting, potent. His lust was clear, and her body warmed up with every stroke of his tongue. Her pussy became wet, and her nipples beaded into hard points that rubbed against her dress. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

  His hands went back to her waist and lifted her onto the counter easily. His strength astounded her. Spreading her legs, she felt his massive frame take residence in the now open spot. Hands still on her hips, he gripped her and pulled her slightly down so that her pussy came flush against the thick bulge pressing against his slacks.

  He broke the kiss and dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He emphasized his words by grinding his cock against her cunt. “Every time I think about you, my cock gets like steel. You make me ache, Kayla.”

  His words speared straight to her clit, and she slanted her mouth over his again. She needed his taste, needed his intoxicating flavor to fill her body and heighten her senses. Hesitantly, almost shyly, she moved her hands to the front of his shirt and started to unbutton it.

  “Wait.” He broke the kiss and placed his hands over hers. They stared into each other’s eyes, and the silence surrounded her. “Are you sure about this?”

  Blinking a few times, she breathed out, just now realizing she had been holding her breath. “I’ve been sure about this for the past eight years.” She had been waiting to touch his flesh since she was sixteen. Her feelings had grown from a crush into a deep love that engulfed her completely. After a long pause, he finally slipped his hands off hers and placed them on the counter by her thighs. She continued to unbutton his shirt, her hands shaking, her palms sweaty.

  Once she undid the last button, she pulled the edges apart and looked down. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her. Pushing the material off his shoulders, she couldn’t help but feel purely feminine at the sight of all his hard, rippling muscles. The muscles and tendons in his chest and arms were defined to perfection, bulging just under his perfect skin and making her pussy convulse with need.

  Flicking her gaze back to his, Kayla saw the unadulterated lust reflected. She knew it matched her own. His eyes were half lidded, and when she licked her lips, his gaze dropped down to her mouth. He inhaled deeply, a low growl vibrating in his throat.

  He was like a wild animal, ready to attack, ready to claim. It turned her on.

  Looking back down at his chest, she ran her hands over his smooth, flawless skin. He lifted her head with a finger under her chin, and she looked at him questioningly. Before she could wonder what he was doing, he dipped his head and kissed her passionately. She felt his hands back on her hips, clenching and unclenching before finally lifting her.

  Gasping against his mouth lightly, Kayla instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and curled her arms around his neck. They deepened the kiss. Adrik started to move, and even though she didn’t know where he was taking her, she honestly didn’t care, as long as the end result was the two of them in a bed with no clothes on.

  When he broke the kiss, he immediately dipped his mouth to the hollow of her throat. She tilted her head to the side and shivered when she felt his tongue run up the side of her neck.

  “Ya palyubil tebya s pervova vzglyada.” His words were muffled against her flesh. He held her tighter. “Gods, how I have wanted you.”

  His teeth nipped at her flesh, and she moaned. “That feels so good, Adrik.”

  “Not nearly as good as it makes me feel, angel moy.”

  Whenever he spoke in Russian, she couldn’t help the arousal that spiked within her. The language was gruff at times, but filled with such hidden sensuality it made her toes curl. The way the words rolled from his tongue ignited her body to a fever pitch.

  Adrik ascended the stairs rapidly, and when he reached the loft, she glanced around. It was clearly his bedroom, if the monstrous bed, masculine colors, and distressed leather furniture were anything to go by.

  He set her on her feet, the movement causing her body to slide sensuously against his. Every hard line that made up his body pressed against her, making her wetter. Her whole body tingled with
arousal. Breathing in deeply, she became dizzy with the rush of sensations around her. His scent penetrated her, infused her arousal to a scorching level. How many times had she fantasized about this exact moment? How many times had she dreamt of having Adrik filling her, thrusting into her pussy with such force and abandon she couldn’t breathe? Too many times, that was for sure.

  His eyes were averted. “Look at me, Adrik.”

  Her words were softly spoken and didn’t hold any authority. She wanted to see his crystal-blue eyes, wanted to see how much he wanted her. He didn’t look up right away, but when he finally did, the sight had her gasping in shock and awe.

  Chapter 7

  Adrik looked Kayla in the eyes. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he knew it was inevitable. When she saw his eyes, she covered her mouth in shock and took a step back. He knew her reaction would be like this, but still, seeing it was a bit different. She had seen his healed hand, but the change in him now was more pronounced, more startling. He ran his palm over his mouth.

  His eyes were fully changed, the blue of his iris and the white of his eyes completely black with his arousal, with his need for her. His fangs had grown and now pricked at his bottom lip. His teeth ached to pierce her tender flesh, to suckle at the life source that flowed just below her skin. It’s what he dreamt about, what he needed whenever he thought of her.

  He took several steps back, giving her the space she needed. She dropped her hand and pulled her shoulders back. He couldn’t help the tilt of his lips at how strong his female was.

  “I’m sorry.” She still seemed a little apprehensive, completely understandable, but it didn’t make him feel any better. “I was just surprised.” She took a step forward and stopped inches from him. Her small hands twisted together in front of her. “Can I see them? Your fangs?”

  Ah, Gods. She wanted to see his fangs? His cock gave a mighty jerk, and he shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Her gaze flickered down to his crotch, which in turn made her cheeks a startling shade of red. His cock pulsed with need. Staring down at her, his gaze was riveted to the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her neck. He swallowed roughly and looked back into her eyes. He knew she could see the tips of his fangs, but he opened his mouth wider, obliging her and praying she didn’t run from him.

  Kayla stood before him, her breath quickening. She lifted her hand, and he felt his heart beat faster, felt his palms start to sweat.

  Oh, God. Is she going to touch them? The very idea of her touching them, running her finger along the thick, pointed lengths had his cock seeping. She was clearly curious, not knowing that his fangs were sensitive, ultrasensitive. He might just come right in his slacks if she did.

  Her pupils were dilated, and he could smell the sweet and intoxicating scent of her avidity. Oh fuck, she’s aroused. He nearly groaned when she ran her finger along his bottom lip. He clenched his fists and prayed for strength. His cock throbbed, pulsed, ached, did everything imaginable as she tentatively touched him.

  His lids dropped another inch as she ran the tip of her finger over one of his elongated fangs. It was almost a sensual caress. Her tongue slipped out and wetted her lips. She slowly leaned forward, and he tensed. The scent of her hunger, of her desire fueled his own and had him on the verge of groaning aloud. As she ran her finger up and down his fang, he saw how glossy her eyes were, saw how dilated her pupils were.

  He noticed how her fingers shook a moment before she gasped and pulled her hand back. Glancing down at the finger she cradled, he saw the pearl-sized drop of blood welled at the tip. Her eyes flickered up briefly, but it was too late to hide his hunger for her. Ever so slowly, he licked his lips, tasted the addicting and potent flavor of her blood along his taste buds, and knew right then he had been right all along.

  She was his Chosen, the one female that fate had decreed as his alone. He had always suspected as much because of the way she made him feel, so possessive, territorial, but now that he had confirmation, there would be no stopping the need to claim her, to protect her above all others, and to make her irrevocably his.

  He captured her finger and brought it to his mouth, stopping just before he sucked it in. She didn’t stand a chance against his lust, not now that the need to claim her bounded through him.

  Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were transfixed on his mouth. He swiped his tongue over the tip of her finger and closed his eyes. Her flavor was like an addicting drug, his addicting drug that he would never get enough of.

  Sucking the rest of her finger into his mouth, Adrik couldn’t help but rub his tongue along the cut, healing it.

  He took a step forward, just a small movement, but close enough that he could now feel her breath filtering along him. She took a step back, not because she feared him, but because she feared how she felt. He could tell that much just by her expression, just by the way her body reacted. The dance of steps continued until the back of her legs met the edge of his bed and she could go no farther. He needed to see her on his bed, wanted to see her small body spread out on his satin sheets like a goddess waiting to be ravished.

  Seizing the opportunity, he dipped his head and took her lips in a possessive kiss. He slipped his tongue inside of her mouth and moved his hands behind her to unzip her dress. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, a sound of need and want. The noise of her zipper sliding down filled his senses and jacked up his lust. The dress dropped to the ground haphazardly.

  He broke the kiss and took a step back, his gaze traveling down her body. His breath caught in his throat as he took in her glorious form. Her skin was a milky white, so tempting it made his mouth go dry. She was small and petite compared to him, so very feminine. At the center of her body, hidden by a scrap of lace, was her already wet pussy. He could smell her cream, a sweet aroma that called out the animal inside of him.

  He could see the shadow of her cleft, the material of her panties barely covering the lips of her cunt. His cock demanded to be free. It throbbed insistently against his trousers. Swallowing, he ran his eyes up her flat, smooth stomach, over her tiny waist, and stopped at her breasts. She wore a lacy strapless bra, her nipples visible through the material, her areolas a dusky rose that had his tongue itching to run over them.

  He fisted his hands, determined to show her he held a semblance of control. She was breathing heavily, and the scent of her heightened arousal was driving him mad with desire.

  “Turn around, Kayla.” He recognized the uninhibited lust in his voice. Thankfully she didn’t argue, just did as he asked. The groan that left him was loud and husky. The G-string she wore slipped between her ass cheeks, the perfect twin globes plumped out and looking delectable.

  He took those few extra steps toward her and stopped when he was only an inch behind her. He didn’t move, just ran his gaze along the slender column of her throat, down her creamy shoulder blades, and stopped at her tucked-in waist. He didn’t touch her, just let her body heat seep into him. Finally, he gave in to the need inside of him and lifted his hand. He ran his fingertips across her slender shoulder, and she made a small noise, almost a plea of wanton desire.

  Adrik dipped his head and kissed the smooth, exposed skin. He gripped her tiny waist, gently flexing his fingers around the jutting bones of her hips and pulling her back against his stiff cock. He wanted her to know how turned on he was, how hard she made him. The moan that slipped from her lips was like a hot poker straight to his dick.

  Turning her around, he immediately saw the dreamy look painting her expression. She twined her arms around his neck and lifted onto her toes to bring her lips flush with his. Using his upper body strength, he lowered her to the bed gently, never once breaking contact with her mouth.

  Kayla was soft beneath him, exactly how he knew she would feel. Her breasts jutted up and pressed against his chest. She was soft and hot, molding against his hardness. Their tongues danced along each other, slow caresses that were unhurried, but thorough. He ran his fingers around the top of her G-stri
ng, teasing both of them with the promise of what was to come. As if she wanted him to do more, touch more, she did a slow grind of her pelvis. He growled in response.

  Breaking the kiss, he dragged his lips down her jaw, over her collarbone, and stopped right where her breasts swelled over the top of the lacy material. “Do you want my mouth here, Kayla?” He blew a stream of hot air over a sheerly covered breast and watched with lust when the little nipple tightened. “Do you want me sucking this hard little pearl into my mouth?” He ran his finger across the turgid peak, and she arched her back.

  “Yes.” The word wasn’t anything more than a needy whisper falling from her lips.

  He latched on to the engorged tip through the lace of her bra, sucking and pulling at it until she was undulating beneath him. He moved to the other breast, teasing and tantalizing her until small mewling noises spilled from her.

  Pulling back, he glanced down at her breasts. The material was wet from his mouth, darkening the fabric and making her areola more pronounced. He dipped his head once more to drag his tongue across the hard buds.

  “Oh, Adrik, that feels so good.”

  Pulling back slightly, he stared down at her with unrequited lust. She was spread out before him. Her skin was flushed a soft shade of pink, bringing his hunger for her closer to the surface. Her hair was mussed, and her lips were swollen and red from his kisses.

  “You look so good, Kayla. So soft, beautiful.”

  She smiled, just a small tilt of her lips that made her look sexy and wanton. “I want you, Adrik. I want you to make love to me.”

  How long had he ached to hear those words come out of her mouth? How many years had he fantasized about what they were about to do? As he stared down at her, his cock straining against the fly of his pants, his heart swelling with love, he knew what he was doing wasn’t right. Her brother’s warning played in his mind, stern and fierce. He should listen to what Kaleb said. It would no doubt be better for all of them, but knowing she was his Chosen, knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her, made all rational thought leave him.