She smiled. “Do it.”
“You trust me?” Emotions flitted across his face, and she caught awe and fear before they vanished.
She nodded. “Yes.” Even under bloodlust he hadn’t hurt her beyond the bites. Despite all the running she’d done from him, she did trust him. She trusted him not to hurt her or take things beyond her comfort zone. The fact he asked showed that he wasn’t too far gone.
He released her wrists and she watched with fascination as he undid his buckle and slipped the strap through the loops. The sound of leather against denim made her squirm. She’d always loved the feel of leather pressed against her skin. To include it during sex sent a thrill through her.
He climbed onto the table behind her, took hold of her hands, and wrapped the thick belt around her wrists. The bond was tight enough to hold but didn’t cut off her circulation. The edges dug into her skin, adding a hint of pain that increased her pleasure. Yes, she could handle this.
“How do you feel?” Concern filled his indigo eyes. Red glints winked at her.
The blood beast was present, but Joe’s human side had enough of a hold to not lose control.
Bridget tugged at her bonds. “Fine. With you so close, I can manage the arousal. How do you feel?” She needed to know if she was being deceived by his calm.
He shook his head. “I’m good. I’m not even thirsty. I just want you.”
“Are you in pain?”
“Yes and no. I’ll be better now that you’re here.”
“I feel the same way. Let’s get you better. Now are you going to fuck me or not?”
He gave her a wide smile, showing off his fangs to their fullest. “I’m going to fuck you, but not in the way that you think. Lean back.”
She eyed him. His body was relaxed, shoulders down, arms at his side. She released a breath and lay back. The felt tickled her skin, irritating it. She wriggled around but couldn’t make the sensation stop.
“Be still. Don’t worry. You’ll like this.” He undid her belt and fly, removing her shoes and socks before pulling down her jeans. Cool air brushed against the damp crotch of her panties. She squirmed for a new reason.
“Stay like that. I’ll be right back.” The thud of his footsteps caused her heartbeat to spike. Sweat dampened her brow. It became difficult to take in enough air.
“Joe?” Her voice sounded shaky. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, trying to focus on calming thoughts.
Joe’s return was announced by a loud thud and his hand on her shin.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” His fingers ran up her leg and back down again, massaging her muscles until the stress ebbed away and she could breathe without struggling, think without panicking.
“This will pass. I promise you.”
Bridget let out a bark of laughter. “It better. I’d like to be able to do my job without needing to fuck you first. And I’d like to have sex with you without killing you as a result.”
Worry gnawed at the edges of her mind. Much as she loved sex with Joe, she didn’t want to be beholden to it. Whatever it was that was affecting them both had to stop right now. She sucked in a breath and blew it out.
He gave her hip a soft smack. “You’re the witch. You do research and figure this out. Between you and Doc, you’ll find a way. We’ll manage. And besides, is sex with me so bad?”
She laughed again. “No, but I’d like to be able to have some strength left over. And I need for you to be well.” Somehow, she was sure Joe was the type of man to keep a woman in bed all day and not let her out until it was time for his light coma. It wouldn’t have sounded so bad if she hadn’t had a job to do.
“I wouldn’t want to cramp your style.” He placed a kiss on her ankle.
She heard the scrape of wood against wood but didn’t lift her head to see what he was doing.
“For what I have in mind, I’ll be sitting down. Relax and just feel.” His hands rasped against the sides of her legs as he kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the gusset of her panties, he placed open-mouthed kisses over the damp fabric. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her distended clit through the satin and lace. Her mind became swathed in nothing but sensation. Her body focused down to that single point on her body. Her hands closed and opened, trying to grasp at something, anything.
He gripped her hips and held her still as he nipped and teased her sex through the thin material. Her cream soaked through the underwear. She could smell her own arousal on the air. Her magic sparked and skittered along her skin, adding to her desire. Her skin seemed as if it had been set ablaze. Pressure built up inside of her, starting low in her belly and spreading outward. Her nerve endings were alive with heat. Her vaginal walls rippled and clenched, then relaxed and repeated the action.
“Joe, please. Fuck me.” Small animalistic noises and gasps formed in her throat and fell from her lips.
Joe didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled down her panties and buried his head between her thighs. Her back arched when his fangs pressed against her plump pussy lips. There was a sharp pop of sensation as the thin needle-like teeth sunk into skin.
Tears stung her eyes and she shook her head. “No, not there. Joe, please,” she whispered.
He backed off and turned his head. His hair brushed against her skin, sending soft tingles through her inner thigh. She groaned and curled her toes. His blunt fingertips circled her dripping entrance as he placed kisses over her femoral artery. She gasped and waited for the sweet bliss that came with his bite, hoping he wouldn’t take too much. He hadn’t the last time, but when the thirst rode a vampire who knew what could happen?
He turned his attention to the other thigh while his fingertips sunk in and out of her grasping sheath. She groaned and tried to rock her body down the table and sink down onto his fingers. His fangs pressed against the back of her knee and then the pinch and heat as they broke the skin.
He bit down. A shockwave took her, stealing her breath as pleasure overrode every nerve ending. His fingers slammed into her, sinking deep before retreating, over and over again. She was caught in a riptide of desire. Her body burned and she hung on a knife’s edge, not having enough energy to tip over. The pressure continued to rise but didn’t break.
Joe flicked his tongue over her wounds. The sensation thrummed deep in her pussy. Each tick caused an echo in her womb that added to the growing need to come. He turned to her other knee as he continued to finger fuck her. As his fangs sank into her other knee, she experienced the same reaction. The wave rose and rose without cresting. Her palms itched to grab his head and pull it back to her pussy. She gritted her teeth as she pulled at her restraints. Sweat trickled over her body, adding to the sensations coasting over her.
Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and gazed down the line of her body. Joe lifted his own eyes. They had become the dark red of fresh blood, nearly black. Something moved behind his gaze that sent a finger of fire down her spine.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down until her ass hung over the side of the table and her legs rested over his shoulders. “You’re going to come, Bridget.”
She shook at his declaration but refused to go down without a fight. “Make me.”
With a growl, he buried his head between her thighs, parted her slick labia, and attacked her clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. He speared her sheath with first one, then two, and then three fingers. She cried out and wrapped her legs around his head as she squirmed and writhed to get closer. She rocked her hips as he sucked, bit, and held the thickened button.
The tension increased to a fever pitch. Each thrust and withdrawal of his fingers only sent her higher and higher, until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Her pleasure was so intense it verged on pain. Everything in her was held so tight she was sure she’d break. He released her clit and stilled his movement, keeping his digits inside of her. She mewled at the pause. He tapped the sensitized bundle of her nerves.
The pressure burst i
n a solid wave of fire and sensation that ripped through her body. She gasped and shook as the pleasure overtook her. She shuddered as Joe withdrew his fingers setting off sparks and aftershocks. Cool air flowed over her skin as Joe scooped her up into his arms.
She closed her eyes as her nerves and muscles twitched and jumped. Bliss filled her, and for a second the arousal that had driven her to Joe’s house abated. The wound on her shoulder cooled. For the moment, all was relief and heaven.
Chapter Thirteen
Joe lay next to her, his fingers strumming her thigh in the afterglow. Part of her wanted to snuggle into him and stay there until the light came for him once again. She sighed. Not wanting to move, just wanting to hold onto him and not let go.
“Thank you.” Joe rolled over onto his side and reached up to brush away a hank of hair.
She turned her head to study him. His emotions were so open to her. She saw contentment, happiness, and desire on his face. His fangs had returned to their normal size and the sheen of bloodlust was gone. His eyes were back to their usual dark blue. She reached up and cleared back the tresses that had fallen over his brow.
“For what?” She couldn’t imagine why he had anything to be thankful for. She hadn’t done anything.
“For trusting me enough to tie you up.” His lips curled into a wicked smile. He held up his hand and flexed it. For the first time she noticed it was bandaged. “And for healing me.”
She sat up. “What happened?”
“I thought I was invincible and stuck my hand in sunlight. Damn thing caught fire. Your blood in me didn’t help matters. It kept reversing the healing process. But now,” he wiggled his fingers. “All better, thanks to you.” He yanked off the wrapping and grinned at her. Once the covering was gone she saw that his hand was whole.
Her heartbeat skipped in its rhythm. Her body heated as she remembered the sweet pain and the heights of pleasure he’d given her. “You’re welcome. But what if you feed from me again?”
“Not sure. But we’ll have to talk to the Doc when I have time. Right now, I’m focused on you. Thank you again for allowing me to tie you up. That meant more than you know.”
“Thank you for wanting to tie me up.” Fire flooded her cheeks and spread up her neck. It seeped through her chest as the tips of her ears burned. She licked her lips and tried again. “I mean for…um…” She wasn’t sure what word she was looking for.
He chuckled. “No need to thank me for anything, love. It was my pleasure. Do you want to try it again sometime? Maybe use some toys?”
She stared at him. Does a duck love water? “Yes.” She was relieved that she didn’t sound too eager.
He nodded and jerked his head behind him. “In the highboy over there. In a chest.”
She padded across the space, jerked open the doors, and began to search. None of her exes had toys, it was nice to know he was open minded in using them during sex.
“I have used sex toys in the past to heighten arousal.” His tone was neutral. His wariness emanated from him in waves.
“Mysta and Sera always said that toys enhanced the experience, made things better. They said you feel more. But I’ve never…” The heat returned to her cheeks.
“Do you want to try it?” This time hope buoyed the tenor of his voice.
She decided to play it cool, even as she continued to paw through the drawer. “Yeah, sure.”
Then Joe was beside her. “Here.”
He opened a drawer and took out a large chest. He carried it over to the bed and flipped up the top to expose a treasure trove of goodies.
“Not eager are you?” She teased, taking her time to join him by the bed. She paused to admire the firmness of his ass and the way his back muscles flexed and slid under velvety skin. He had tattoos across his shoulder blades, glyphs she couldn’t read. She moved her attention to the box. Other symbols were carved into the top of the box of toys.
“What is that?” She came to stand beside him and leaned down to examine his haul. “Wow.” Everything she could see was high end, more than she could possibly afford. And he had plenty of batteries.
“What is what?” He lifted a silken strip of cloth from the chest.
“Those symbols.” She picked up a pair of padded cuffs and ran a finger over the stitching.
“A ward to keep nosy people out and prevent Matthias and Flynn from using my stash. They have their own.” He held up a vibrator with a dick roughly the same size as his cock.
She accepted the proffered device and traced a veined ridge with her fingertip. It was lifelike, but she knew she’d miss the feel of his heartbeat deep inside of her.
“Anal?”
She glanced up at him to see if he was serious. His features were reserved and his eyes were guarded. No emotion showed through.
“Never had it. Never thought about it. But I’m willing to try it.”
Relief made the lines on his face soften and he gave her a small smile. “We’ll go slow with that one, too.”
She nodded. “Who knows? I may like it.”
He handed her a package with a slim red plug in it. It didn’t look intimidating at all. She wished she’d talked to Sera and Mysta about this. They had far more sexual experience in these matters than her.
“Before we try this, I want you to do something for me.” He turned to her and handed her a bottle of lube. She turned over the small bottle of clear gel.
“Okay. What do you want me to do with it?” She could think of a few things herself, but needed to hear his idea before she voiced her own.
“I want you to masturbate for me. Show me how you like to be touched. Get comfortable giving yourself pleasure in front of me. I want you nice and revved up before I tie you down again.”
His suggestion sent a lick of fire through her blood and her clit pulsed. She licked her lips.
“I want to know how you like to be touched,” he went on. “How you bring yourself to the edge and push yourself over. We’ve had sex and I’ve gone down on you and enjoyed every second of it, but I don’t know what you like. What you want. You’ve given me control over the situation. You could always have said no—but you never did. Now it’s your turn to take control and show me what you want.
“Don’t be afraid. Get filthy with me. Let out your inner freak. Nothing you could do or say would disgust me.” He gazed at her, his lips quivering. “Well, unless you want a threesome with a clown. I’ll have to put my foot down on that. I can’t take anyone seriously who wears a red nose and giant shoes to bed.”
She burst out laughing. She guffawed so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks and she had to lie down. Her stomach muscles hurt from all the laughter and her throat felt raw.
When she’d calmed down enough, she wiped away the moisture and gazed up at Joe, only to break out in giggles once more. It took effort to stop the chortles from slipping out. In her head, she saw a man in big red shoes, a polka dot jumpsuit, and a shiny ruby nose trying to seduce her. Her jaw throbbed with pain and a few stray pearls of moisture dribbled down her cheeks.
She sniffled. “I’m okay. I’ll stop.” She gazed over at Joe, who had pressed his lips together. His body shook and his hands were curled into fists. Her voice was hoarse and she struggled to sit up. Her abdominal muscles cramped and she groaned.
Concern flashed on Joe’s features. He dropped down to his haunches and placed his hands on her knees. “Okay?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m okay. Promise. Too much laughter.” She managed to haul herself up, turn over, and crawl to the head of the bed with the package containing the anal plug in hand.
She pulled a few pillows down and rolled over onto her stomach before she stuffed the cushions under her hips, lifting her butt into the air. Once she was settled, she ripped open the container and took out the plug. She ran her fingers over the plastic. Her fingertips traced the light ridges she found. Her back passage tightened in anticipation, prepping her for what was to come.
She handed the
plug to him. “I’m ready.”
“Glad one of us is.” He let out a soft chuckle and then the bed dipped with his weight and his hands gripped her ankles. He spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to the cool air of the room. Just at his touch, her body heated and her nipples hardened to points. Any pain she had was forgotten. She squirmed, wanting to feel his hands on her, his mouth—anything to address the arousal that coursed through her veins.
“Please,” she moaned.
Joe kissed her ankle and moved upward, blazing a path along the inside of her leg before transferring his attention to the other. She held onto the coverlet, willing him to get to the juncture at her thighs quicker. She dug her toes into the mattress. Her leg muscles flexed and tightened as he got closer and closer. Anticipation ratcheted up with each kiss until all she could was beg.
“Please, Joe. Taste me. Eat me.” She rocked her hips to punctuate her demand.
She shivered at the light press of the tips of fangs over her skin. Cream seeped onto her thighs. He bit down, setting off a spark of pain followed by fire. The quick flick of his tongue pushed the ache away. She wanted to feel that against her clit. She wanted him to tongue-fuck her pussy until she came all over her mouth. “Please, Joe, make me come.”
“All in good time,” he murmured, as he pressed kisses to the underside of her buttocks. He took a quick nip of the mound before he parted her cheeks. He blew on the rosette.
She clenched her buttocks as heat rippled through her body.
“Shhh. Relax.”
“You want me to relax? Then hurry up.” She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to turn over and finish herself off. She wasn’t quite there yet, but a few nudges could push her over the edge.
He gave her a soft, dark chuckle before biting her again. Pain and pleasure coalesced into a shimmering line before fading away. She groaned and pressed her mound into the bed. Bridget kept her hands to her side, resisting the temptation to lift her hips and send herself to the land of bliss. Joe lapped at her tightly puckered entrance. Her palms became damp and a fine sheen of sweat covered her brow. She buried her face into the bed. Sensation scattered through her.
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