Lucifer (Vampires in America: The Vampire Wars Book 11)

by D. B. Reynolds

  “Hungry?” Lucifer murmured. He wrapped his fingers in hers and backed up, pulling her toward the bed.

  Eleanor nodded. “Do we—” She looked up at him. “—take turns?”

  He smiled that shark’s grin of his. “If you wish. There are no rules here.”

  She matched his grin. “Then, you first. I want to watch.”

  “Kinky,” he said, with a leering wink. “My kind of girl.”

  Lucifer dropped his leather jacket to the floor, leaving his broad chest and thickly muscled shoulders defined beneath a T-shirt, his long legs encased in a pair of jeans that hung low on his narrow hips, and bared his flat belly. He was pure, sinful grace as he slid onto the bed next to Josh, his eyes fixed on Eleanor as he scraped his long fingers through the human’s hair and jerked his head back, straining his neck taut and outlining the duel contours of both swollen jugular veins.

  Josh’s heart, which was already racing, sped up to a pace that was almost alarming, his bare chest working as he panted rapidly. Eleanor might have worried for the man, but Lucifer wasn’t at all concerned. He was still eyeing her with that lazy, sensual expression that invited her to come play.

  Her own heart was thumping, her mouth watering. She could taste the blood rushing through the human’s plump vein, could smell the sexual arousal evidenced by the erection straining behind the zipper of his black jeans.

  Without conscious thought, she found herself moving toward the bed, taking the opposite side as she stretched out next to Josh, so that the human was now bracketed by the two vampires. He moaned, and his eyes rolled in her direction, unable to move his head with Lucifer’s fingers still gripping his hair tightly.

  “My lady,” he managed to whisper, just as Lucifer shifted his grip, yanking the human’s head away from her and exposing the tight expanse of his neck, his big jugular like a blue rope beneath the skin.

  Eleanor glanced up and found Lucifer watching her, his eyes nothing but slits of old gold through lush, black lashes. She licked her lips, and his gaze followed the movement of her tongue. Her breasts were tight and aching, her sex pulsing in time with her heart. Lucifer smiled slowly, the kind of smile that could lead good men, and women, straight to hell, singing his praises while they burned. And she was about to burn with them.

  Lowering her head, she forced herself to go slowly, despite the hunger that had her fangs sliding out of her gums, dripping with saliva. She inhaled deeply, savoring the rich bouquet of Josh’s blood, the luscious scent of healthy young human. A low growl filled the air, and she realized it was coming from her. Her eyes shot up to meet Lucifer’s, his gaze never wavering as he ran his tongue up the length of Josh’s neck on the other side, indulging in a slow, savoring tasting of the human, as his tongue primed the man’s vein. His fangs were on full display, sharp and white, gleaming in the low light. But he didn’t bite. He was waiting for her.

  Eleanor licked her lips again, before placing one hand on Josh’s firm chest, her fingers smoothing over his pectorals, finding the trail of dark hair and following it down over his stomach and belly to where it disappeared into—

  A deep, threatening growl had her lifting wide eyes to meet Lucifer’s narrowed gaze once more, but it was filled with warning this time. “Remember what I said, bella,” he muttered. “You touch his dick, and he dies.”

  Josh made a strangled noise, quickly cut off as Lucifer scraped his fangs over the human’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood, and changing the man’s protest into a groan of pleasure.

  Eleanor grinned wickedly, loving the power she had in this moment. Not only over Josh, but Lucifer, too. He was full of threat and alpha male posturing, but, in the final analysis, he’d never hurt her. Blowing him a kiss, she transferred her hand to Josh’s jaw, dipping her fingers between his lips as she bent her head to his neck, and struck. Fast and deadly, her fangs sank into his flesh, his warm skin parting like silk, the delicate vein puncturing with a rush of thick, delicious blood. It filled her mouth in an instant, coating her teeth and tongue. She swallowed, and it was the sweetest honey as it slid down her throat. She moaned, in hunger and pleasure both, and sucked again, deeper this time, taking a long, slow draught of the man’s blood.

  She caught the flash of Lucifer’s fangs, felt Josh jerk in surprise, and then the scent of fresh blood filled the room as Lucifer began to feed. The human convulsed beneath her hands, and she didn’t need to touch his dick to know it was straining to break free of the tight denim. He was grappling with his zipper, trying to release what must have been a painful erection, when Lucifer reached down and tore the man’s pants open. His cock sprang out of his pants, full and thick, and dripping cum. Eleanor matched gazes with Lucifer again, both their fangs still buried in Josh’s neck, his blood dripping down their chins. Lucifer’s eyes were full of warning for her, but then he reached down and grabbed one of the human’s thrashing hands, guided it to his rigid cock, and closed his fingers over Josh’s, gripping the thick shaft and squeezing.

  Josh moaned loudly, and Lucifer began pumping his dick, his hand over Josh’s, fingers gripping hard as they stroked up and down, lubricated by the cum dripping from the engorged tip. Josh’s breathing increased, becoming short groaning gasps as Lucifer gave the human’s cock a final hard squeeze, and then took his hand away as Josh began to pump harder and faster, frantically pursuing his burgeoning orgasm.

  Eleanor waited until Josh was on the very edge of coming, until his muscles were wire taut, his heart thundering in her ears. She waited until she heard his moan of surrender, and smelled the flood of his release as it spilled over his hand. And then as his repeated cries filled the air, she drew a final, luscious mouthful of his blood and withdrew her fangs.

  Lucifer’s eyes were hot, molten gold as he reached for her, gripping her hair the same way he had Josh’s, pulling it tight as he yanked her closer, as their mouths met, still filled with blood, their teeth clashing, fangs ripping each other’s lips as they kissed in a new kind of hunger, a desperate need not for blood, but for each other.

  “Lucifer,” she whispered, wanting him more in that moment than she ever had before. She ignored the groaning human between them, knowing only that she had to have Lucifer, or she’d burst from the agonizing need that was crushing her heart.

  “It’s okay,” Lucifer said, his voice so deep that she could hardly make out the words. He licked the blood from her lips—not Josh’s blood, but her own, mingled with Lucifer’s from their kiss. He closed his eyes briefly, as if searching for strength. “One minute, baby.”

  Eleanor cried out with loss when he pulled away from her. Her mind understood a moment later when he lifted Josh from between them and carried him to the door, but her heart, her body, knew only that it needed Lucifer and he was leaving. She was tearing open her clothes before the door closed behind Lucifer and his unconscious burden. She ached so badly, she couldn’t wait for him to come back. She needed to touch, to stroke away some of this terrible ache. She shoved her hand down her pants, her fingers finding her pussy, wet and swollen, her clit pulsing and demanding relief. Pinching her nipples with her other hand, she shoved her fingers deeper, to the hot opening of her pussy, and—

  Hard fingers gripped her wrist. She moaned in protest as Lucifer pulled her hand out of her pants, his tongue wet and warm as he raised her hand to his mouth and licked, humming in lascivious pleasure at the taste of her that slicked her fingers. His eyes met hers lazily.

  “My pussy,” he drawled, and rolled her beneath him. Grabbing both of her wrists in one big hand, he stretched her arms over her head, trapping her completely. He dipped his head down to nip at her breasts, closing his teeth over first one, then the other. “Mine,” he growled, and leaned over to claim a long, wet kiss, that started slow and delicious, but then suddenly became something else. Something savage.

  LUCIFER GROWLED AS raw desire hit without warning, swa
mping all of his senses, erasing every other consideration. He was no longer worried about protecting Eleanor, about treating her gently and with care. He wanted her hard and fast. He wanted to feel her tight pussy stretched around his cock until he was so deep that she couldn’t even scream, until her flesh was so hot and slick that it burned when he fucked her. Rage simmered beneath the lust, surprising him with its very presence, its intensity. He wanted to punish her for leaving him, for letting him think for so many years that she was dead. He wanted to prove to her once and for all that she belonged to him and no one else, to mark her so thoroughly that no one else could ever touch her again.

  Knowing he was being too rough, but unable to stop himself, he tore the already open zipper on her jeans, making room for his much bigger hand as he shoved it down into her panties, tearing the flimsy silk as his fingers slid past her smooth mound and deep between the swollen lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet, the satiny cream of her arousal filling the space between her lips, slicking the entrance to her sex. He snarled as she gave a demanding thrust of her hips, grinding herself against his hand. He lifted his head and snapped his teeth in warning, drawing a fierce satisfaction from her wide-eyed reaction to this display of dominance. Eleanor had surrounded herself for too long with males who didn’t have the guts or the power to challenge her.

  No more. She was Lucifer’s now. She’d always been his, even when she’d run. And she was about to learn what that meant.

  “Open your eyes, Eleanor,” he demanded. He could see the effort it took for her to obey, to overcome arousal enough to focus on his command. Her blue eyes finally opened, hazy with lust as they met his, silently pleading for release.

  Holding her gaze with all the force of his vampire gift, he plunged two fingers into her pussy, gliding on the liquid silk of her desire, feeling the tight glove of her sheath closing around him like satin. Eleanor moaned as passion inflamed her pale cheeks, and her eyes drifted shut again.

  “Look at me,” he snarled, and scraped his palm over her blood-engorged clit, pressing hard on the sensitized nub. Her eyelids shot open, her gaze meeting his just as lightning shards of power shattered the brilliant blue of her eyes. She screamed as the climax rolled over her, her cunt clamping down on his fingers as inner muscles pulsed around them.

  His kiss swallowed her scream, claiming even that for himself. It was a hard, possessive kiss, his lips smashing against hers, teeth clashing as he fought to go deeper into her luscious mouth. He tasted the bittersweet nectar of her blood, felt the euphoric hit his bloodstream, demanding his surrender to the sensation. But he was a vampire, and hellacious powerful. He embraced the power of the euphoric, letting it flow over and through him as he trailed his lips down Eleanor’s velvety neck to the voluptuous line of her jugular. She sucked in a surprised breath at the scrape of his fangs over her skin. But before the oxygen had even hit her lungs, he bit down, slicing into her vein, reveling in the wanton spill of her blood down his throat, even as the euphoric in his bite sent her crashing into a climax that was ten times, a hundred times more powerful than the one before.

  Her entire body spasmed, stiffening into immobility for a long moment, as if frozen, her mouth open in a silent scream. Visible waves of orgasm rolled over her body, leaving her trembling, whimpering helplessly, as jolting climaxes shocked her body over and over again.

  A low growl filled the room, and Lucifer moved, unable to wait any longer, his cock painfully erect, his balls hot and tight. Going up on his knees, he stripped her naked, pulling her jeans and panties down her legs, and tossing them aside, tugging her sweater over her head, He reached for her bra, and he froze, staring.

  His Eleanor was so beautiful. He struggled for air, the sight of her literally taking his breath away. Her nipples were dark pink and puffy beneath the lace of her bra, so hard and full that he could see them pushing against the fabric, as if straining for release. Lucifer watched her with hungry satisfaction, her legs spread around him, her pussy wide open, flushed and wet, her hips thrusting, seeking his cock. And she was moaning so softly, hungry little sounds coming in choked sobs as she reached for him.

  Lucifer leaned over and sucked her nipples through her bra, then filled his mouth with a soft breast, drawing hard until half of her soft flesh was between his teeth. He bit down gently at first, teasing, dragging his fangs and tearing the lace, scraping over the delicate skin, enough to sting, but not enough to break the skin. Eleanor sighed in pleasure, her fingers twisting in his hair as if to hold him in place . . . until his teeth closed over her hardened nipple and he bit down hard. The enticing bouquet of her blood had barely coated his tongue, when she cried out again, gasping over and over as the dark thrill of his bite overwhelmed her senses. He took her right to the edge of pain, before he lifted his head and twisted the front closure of her bra open, discarding the torn garment, while his gaze never left Eleanor’s.

  “Mine,” he said again, strumming her bloodied nipples with his thumbs.

  “Take me,” she pleaded, and her eyes were full of such longing that Lucifer’s heart ached.

  “Bella,” he whispered. He bent over and kissed her eyes closed, tasting salty tears.

  He straightened abruptly and yanked down his zipper. He was a vampire. He could have been up and stripped naked in two seconds. But he couldn’t wait that long. Freeing his rigid cock, he gripped it with one hand, squeezing tightly as he positioned himself between her firm thighs and slid just the tip into her wet and waiting pussy.

  She moaned, and he pushed in farther, the rough denim of his jeans scraping on the sensitive skin of her thighs, highlighting the fact that he was still mostly clothed, while his Eleanor was completely naked. That realization, the picture it created in his mind, sent a ripple of lust shuddering through his body, as he slid his cock deeper in her tight little body. She was so ready that her thighs were sticky with cream, her pussy welcoming and slick, and still he stretched her wide with his size. His cock left a trail of heat as he plunged through the sensitized tissues of her sheath, pushing until the tip of his cock slammed into her cervix. Eleanor cried out, but not in pain. A fresh wave of silky cream surrounded his hardness, as she writhed in pleasure beneath him.

  Lucifer felt his power rising, saw the golden glow of his eyes lighting up Eleanor’s pale skin, gleaming off the spark of power in her own eyes. His cock grew impossibly harder, his balls drawn up tight. He pulled his dick out until only the tip rested inside her, and then, in a single, forceful thrust, he plunged into her body until she was completely filled, and then he did it again, and again. Needing to get still closer, still deeper, he reached down and hooked her legs with his forearms, bending her knees and crushing her thighs against her chest, exposing her pussy, leaving it wide open and waiting for him.

  Lucifer slammed in and out, his teeth bared in a snarl, his eyes two pools of golden fire. Eleanor dug her fingers into his shoulders, her own eyes shining as she looked down and watched his cock slam in and out of her body, over and over again.

  “Mine,” she whispered, then looked up and met his gaze. “Mine,” she said more strongly, and Lucifer grinned.

  “Yours,” he agreed, and then he threw his head back and howled, as his release roared out of his tight balls and down his length, blasting out of his cock to fill Eleanor with his heat, leaving every inch of her, inside and out, marked with his scent.

  Lucifer pumped lazily a few times, and then collapsed on top of Eleanor, quickly rolling over and taking her with him, trapping her in the circle of his arms, as she lay limply against his chest.

  “You okay?” he asked quietly, kissing her eyes, her cheeks. He tasted more tears, and lowered his chin to see her face. “Eleanor?”

  “I love you,” she said softly, and he saw the old gold gleam of his power bathe her beloved face.

  “I love you, too, bella. Always have. Always will.”

  IT
WAS LATE BEFORE they stirred from the bed. Lucifer knew they should have been up and heading back to the hotel sooner, but he was reluctant to leave the deceptive safety of their private, little room. He was sure the blood club had security in place for vampires who stayed, just as he was sure he wouldn’t trust them on a bet. Not with his safety, and sure as hell not with Eleanor’s.

  It was time to go.

  “We’ve got to get up,” he said, kissing the top of her head. She was still sprawled on top of him, her legs straddling him so that he could feel the silky plumpness of her pussy against his hip. “Time to get dressed.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she muttered. “You’ve already got half of your clothes on.” She lifted her head to peer at him, looking adorably grumpy. “Why is that, anyway?”

  “You were simply too delicious. I couldn’t wait.”

  She hmphed her opinion of that, and sat up, her expression going almost blank as she did the same thing he had only a minute ago. She scanned the halls and rooms outside their door, taking the emotional temperature of the club to be sure there was no threat brewing, and then gauging the pull of the sun, where it loomed not far below the horizon.

  “You’re right,” she said, expression returning to her face as she looked at him. “We either leave now, or figure out a way to blockade that door.”

  “Not a chance. Get your gorgeous body moving. We’re out of here in five.”

  Eleanor nodded her agreement, then swung her legs around and jumped off the bed. He regretted the loss of her sweet weight, but not the urgency of her response. They really would be racing the clock to get back to the hotel in the time left to them. As it was, he might end up carrying her the last little way.