Why did this give me a pang of regret? She was a vampire and she attacked me! If anything, I should be glad to get her out of my sight and move on to the next job. Let Stefano deal with her. She’d be his problem.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she shouted from my bedroom.
I couldn’t help but smile. She was a crafty little minx. I had to admit, I was looking for a reason to go back in there and she gave me one.
Reentering the room, I said. “You’re lying.”
“No, it’s true. I really, really have to go.” She squirmed on the bed and made an uncomfortable face that made me laugh out loud.
“You are some character, Layla Costa. Quite the actress,” I said. “And you must think I’m just some dumb animal who you could trick. I hate to inform you, sweetheart, but I know more than you think. I may not know much about vampires, but I know enough to do my job well. And that means I know you’re full of shit. You don’t use the bathroom ever.”
She made some humph noise and then pouted. I imagine she was frustrated that this new plan of hers failed. She was hoping that I would get her out of the bed, maybe even untie her so she could go to the bathroom. Once she had a little bit of freedom, she’d either make a run for it—or she’d attack me first and then run. Either way, I wasn’t going to let that happen on my watch.
“Don’t make that face. You look so cute. I might have to come over there and take my chances with that dangerous mouth of yours again.”
She pouted for another moment and then looked up. “What look? This one?” A fuck me message was clearly spelled out in her eyes.
Why was she doing that? I clenched my fists in an attempt to keep from running over to the bed and climbing on top of her. “Don’t encourage something you don’t want to happen.”
“Why not?” she purred.
“Because I’m already so on edge, it won’t take me much to come over there.”
She tipped her head and smiled. “I might be nicer this time.”
Oh God, was she luring me in or just playing me?
My growing erection said Who gives a damn?
“Why are you doing this?”
“Plain and simple. I want you. Even though you’re a jerk, this may be the last night of my life. And my last opportunity to be with a man.”
In two giant strides, I was at the side of my bed. “Are you sure you want this?”
She nodded and followed it with a breathy “Yessss.”
“Don’t fucking bite me this time.”
“If you’d let me continue, you might have liked it.”
“Yeah, sure, that’s why you did it—for my sensual pleasure.”
She shrugged. “It can be enjoyable for us both.”
“Let me say it clearly then. Don’t bite me, vamp.”
“Okay, okay.” She bit her bottom lip. “Untie me then.”
“No way. Are you nuts?”
“How can I touch you with my hands tied up?”
“Is this part of your game? Seduce me so I’ll untie you and then you’ll get away?”
“No.” I’ve dealt with enough liars to know I was dealing with one right now.
“We’ll have to manage with you tied up, now won’t we?” I sat on the bed next to her and lifted one of her hands to my lips. The resistance of the rope stopped me, so I bent down and kissed one of her wrists, leaving a trail up her arm. “Besides, I kind of like you like this. It’s very hot.”
“It would be hotter if I could run my hands over your back, over your chest. It’s not fair being able to see but not touch.”
“You don’t play fair.” I sat back, gently letting go of her wrist. “But I’m not a fool. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get something.”
In the living room, I rifled through my bag, grabbing the silver handcuffs and spray I made with a combination of silver dust and garlic. For good measure, I grabbed a silver knife I had in there as well. It was in a beautiful embroidered knife holder that I picked up in China. Never hurt to be prepared. Especially with a dangerous vampire like Layla.
When I returned to the bedroom, she saw my supplies and said, “Oh come on. Is this really necessary?”
“With you, absolutely.”
I put the spray and knife down on my bureau and headed over to her with the handcuffs.
“The ropes aren’t enough for you?”
I put one of the silver handcuffs around her wrist and the other around the bed rails. “I’m untying one.”
As I untied the first wrist, I felt her staring at me. “Why?”
“Simple reason, really.” I untied the second one. “Compromise.”
With one arm free, she moved her wrist in a circle and jiggled her arm around to reinvigorate it.
“It’s not very comfortable to be tied to a bed all day long, you know?”
“I can imagine. And I apologize. You needed to be restrained and I figured the ropes were more gentle than the handcuffs.”
“And now?”
“This way you can have one arm free.”
“There must be a way to do this without handcuffs.”
I thought about it. Even with one hand free, she wouldn’t be able to untie the other without me knowing. I’d keep her within an arm’s length at all times.
“Fine. No handcuffs,” I said. “And you can touch my chest all you want.” I took off my T-shirt and grinned widely for her. “Win-win.”
“Anyone ever call you a strange bird?” she asked.
“All the time.” Then I took her free hand and placed it on my chest, keeping my hand over hers all the while.
She looked into my eyes with an imploring expression. “You don’t trust me, do you?”
“Not one bit.” My eyes fixated on her lips and my cock twitched as I thought about how they would feel on me.
“But you want me?”
“Unfortunately yes. With every fiber of my being.”
“Then kiss me.”
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip and she kissed it. Then she pulled it into her mouth and sucked it gently.
“Oh don’t do that,” I said with a moan.
She stopped. “Why not?”
“Don’t stop!” I cried.
She laughed. “You’re sending mixed messages.”
“It just feels—so good.” I leaned forward to kiss her. “Remember, no biting. I have the knife and spray within arm’s reach.”
“I know.”
Then my lips were on hers, tasting her soft flesh still tinged with the saltiness of my blood. Working my tongue into her mouth, I feasted on her. She had been in a semi-upright position, but now she settled back onto my pillow, sliding her body down. I lay on top of her, one part of me eager to touch her more, the other on the defense for any quick moves.
Her free hand had moved over my back and she ran her fingernails gently down from my shoulders to my ass, squeezing the flesh at the bottom. I kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts.
“What is it about you?” I asked as I pulled the top of her baby doll dress down to reveal the white satin cups of her bra. Why did I come back here when I could have stayed out in the living room, waiting for the time for us to leave? And then I’d have her off my hands. Out of my life forever. She’d just be another job I’d taken care of. No feelings involved. But why did the idea of never seeing her again trigger a suffocating sense of loss? How could I lose something I never had?
I should stop this before this fire grew too big to control. However, I couldn’t resist kissing her, touching her, inhaling her sweet scent—yet she’d tried to suck my blood just a short while ago! What was wrong with me?
I pulled one of the bra cups away and freed a pink, perky nipple, which I immediately tasted. Licking the hard bud and then covering it with my warm mouth, I devoured it as though I’d never have the chance again.
Which I wouldn’t.
She murmured something and said, “I feel the same way abou
t you.”
Why did she have to do that? Was she playing me or did she really have feelings for me? For someone who had spent all his life being aloof when it came to women, I now realized how badly it hurt when you were the one left unsure of what the other person was feeling. Probably since I’d never cared much about the other person before.
After spending countless time lost in the sensation of laving her breast, I remembered with delight that another awaited my attention. I hastened to unfasten her bra to access her other breast as well. I pulled the top of her dress down around her shoulders to expose more of her skin, eager to explore her other pale breast, small, firm and luscious.
“I know I should stay away from you,” I said, “but I can’t.”
I kissed down the lacy dress over the sides of her waist while one hand glided up her leg to touch her thigh, the same one that had tormented me earlier while she was asleep.
“I know I should despise you,” she replied. “And maybe I do. But I also want you so badly it consumes me. And I don’t want to stop this.”
“Then don’t.” I kissed her shin and moved up, taking a moment to lick around the back of her knee, making her squeal.
“That tickles.”
“I like to hear you laugh. It’s better than hearing you scream.” Then I continued the torture, licking the back of her knee until her giggle dissolved into full-blown laughter.
“Stop,” she said. “I can’t take it!”
“Okay.” I resumed kissing her leg, up to her thigh. I remembered the vision of her writhing around onstage the other night during the Hot for Teacher song, when she bent over to expose her white cotton panties to the guitarist and he smacked her on the ass. “Please don’t tell me you’re wearing white cotton panties under here.” I moved the lacy edge of her dress.
“Why not?”
“The whole naughty-but-nice outfit will kill me.”
“Well then, keep exploring.”
I kissed her thigh some more, inching up higher. “So which is it, Layla? Are you naughty or nice?”
“Maybe a little of both. Why don’t you find out?”
I pulled up her dress as I kissed her upper thigh and saw she wore a tiny pair of white cotton panties. Touching the thin cotton fabric over her mound, I felt her excitement through the wetness there. Inching my fingers on either side of the seams, I pulled the tiny panties down while she lifted her hips to help me remove them.
Once I saw her gleaming pink lips just begging to be touched, I complied, stroking her with one finger. She moaned in appreciation and I slid it inside her. Her tight, wet walls closed around me, foreshadowing the sensation my aching cock was dying to have.
Layla used her free hand to pull her dress down over her hips. “Help me get this off,” she said. “I can’t do it with one hand.”
I put my other hand over hers to stop her. “Leave the dress on.”
She laughed. “You like it like this?”
I scanned the way the dress was pulled low enough around her waist to expose her breasts and high enough to reveal her pussy. It covered nothing but part of her midsection and it was so frigging hot.
“Unbelievably.”
She giggled. “Hurry up, Devon. I need you inside me now. I’m so ready for you that I can’t even think of anything else.”
I undressed quickly and then located a condom in my nightstand. My cock was already hard to the point it ached and I struggled to put the condom on, so great was my need to be in her.
I climbed on top of her and stroked her wet folds with my cock. She used her free arm to pull me closer. “Now. Please, now,” she commanded.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who wanted it and wasn’t afraid to show it. I knew she’d be into the experience rather than worrying if I thought she was too fat or if her thighs were jiggly. Self-confidence, especially in a body that wasn’t perfect, showed me that she was someone to reckon with. And explore.
Not that I found any imperfections with her body. She was so little underneath me that I thought I would crush her. But I knew that within that small frame she had the strength of an immortal being, one who would crush a human man even of my size. And with all her curves in all the right places just begging to be touched, I thought she was the most enticing female I’d encountered in a long time. One I intended to touch and kiss and fuck for as long as possible until I had to let her go.
When I slid inside her welcoming body, I was rewarded with the tight, warm experience I’d anticipated earlier. The softness, the warmth, enveloped me. The sensations all went to my head as I lost myself in her, riding her higher as I sensed her rising tension as she lifted her hips to meet my every thrust. Her thighs tightened around me and she clawed my back as she climbed closer and closer still.
Layla
My emotions were now even more confused. Devon filled me to such capacity that I couldn’t even follow what was going on in my head. I hated Devon. I wanted Devon. I was seducing him as a ploy to get him to free me. He was seducing me and I lost all reasoning when he kissed me. The handcuffs humiliated me. The handcuffs were incredibly titillating. I wanted to fuck him. And I wanted to kill him.
Every one of these feelings was so intense and so passionate that it carried over to my response when he touched me. When his fingers touched my skin, my body responded in a way it never had from a man before. When his lips met mine, an overwhelming need for him clawed away inside me, begging for more. And when he finally filled me with his cock, the sensation carried to every nerve in my body that an orgasm immediately threatened to take over all rational thought.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders more as he buried himself deep inside me. I had seduced him in an effort to somehow find a loophole and get out of this situation. But the deeper I fell into his arms, thoughts of escape fought with the powerful sensation of wanting to be enveloped in such a masculine embrace. I lost myself in him. My want for him was overpowering. I didn’t care how much I hated him at the moment, I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone before.
And this included wanting to taste his blood again.
The little taste I had earlier let me know how delicious he was. The scent of man and animal mixed was one I found intoxicating rather than revolting. But that was natural, right? After all, I’d feasted on both humans and animals since I’d turned. Humans were always tastier, but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy variety in my menu.
When it was all served in one course, even better.
Devon was more than just a meal. I diverted my thirst for his blood into my desire for his body, the increasing friction of him inside me, driving me to heights I’d never experienced before. And I wanted to inflame his body with the same desire coursing through every nerve of my body.
I almost forgot my primary reason for seducing him—to convince him to let me go. Our faces were inches apart, which made it easy to lock on to his eyes. His blue-green eyes that now smoldered with his passion, distracting me from what I was about to do. I focused on my resolve and implored my will into his mind.
You’ll untie me and let me get away. You’ll forget all about finding me in the club. You’ll have no memory of ever meeting me.
I realized with chagrin that meant he’d have no memory of our kiss, our touches, and all the wonderful sensations going on between us at the moment with our bodies joined in this sensual dance.
He watched me with eyes so intense I didn’t know if my message was getting through. And with the buildup of the pressure of him inside me, rising ever higher, it was getting harder to focus on anything going on in my brain. All thought was focused on the way he felt so good inside me.
Still I wasn’t done.
You’ll report to Stefano that you couldn’t find me. That a trail led to South America, but then died out there. You’ll tell him you think it will be impossible to find me.
My message complete, I blinked and gave in to the sensory experience consuming my body. The intensity of the friction combine
d with the conflicting desires in my head escalated me to ecstasy quicker than a rocket launch. This would be our one and only time together.
“Oh my God, Devon, I’m right there!”
My legs went rigid as they clamped together, squeezing around his hips. If he was a normal human male, the sensation might be crushing, but since he was a shifter, my strength appeared to turn him on more.
“Oh yeah, baby. Come for me. Come all over me.”
The tension rose with such an intensity I’d never be able to stop now. When it reached a feverish peak, I screamed as my world exploded around me. I’d come more powerfully than I ever had before.
Devon slowed down the pace to allow me to recover, but the sensations inside me were still so strong that I begged him to keep going.
“No. Don’t stop. Again,” I pleaded. I raised my hips to control and quicken his pace. Devon immediately responded to my needs and thrust deep inside me more intensely than before, as if he had been holding back last time and now really let go.
The buildup again was overpowering. The bloodlust returned and I had to refocus it to the sensations taking over other parts of my body. When I peaked again, the intensity was beyond what I’d ever experienced and I thought I’d never recover.
“Holy shit, Devon,” I whispered and sank back onto his bed, thoroughly satiated. “That was—unreal.”
He lay on top of me for a moment, letting me recover, and then sat back. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulled out of me and I watched as he stood next to the bed, looking down at me. The sight of him fully erect and naked, with hunger in his eyes, made my senses tingle. Every inch of him was beautiful and so masculine. The shaved head that gave him such a bad-boy appeal, which was complemented by the tattoos highlighting tightly roped muscles. Scars on his arms and chest made me wonder where they came from. He’d obviously been in a tussle or two in his time and I had to wonder if it was as animal or man. Or both.
And his eyes. Not only did they hold a swirl of all the colors of the ocean, where I could get lost, but the intensity in his gaze shot thrills through me. A deep, smoldering look that signaled his hunger, his lust, and the more I looked at him, the more it fed into my own longing.
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