Her breath hitched as he yanked on her hair once more, being sure to stay just this side of painful. Kelly’s excitement amused Yates as she pushed her head back more, as if daring him to use more force. The rapid rise and fall of her breasts and the smell of her cunt pushed the demon within toward the surface. Yates fought to maintain control as the nails on his fingers lengthened and his eyes swirled. His already heightened senses reached levels that were indescribable. The push to free his cock from its clothed confines and bury it deep in his mate was overwhelming.
She turned her head slightly, fighting his hold on her hair. It wouldn’t do to allow her to see him in vampire form so he brushed his free hand out, knocking the light nearest him away and drawing upon his powers to dim the remaining lights, shadowing his face a second before her gaze landed upon him. He could see her perfectly. The light levels mattered little to his supernatural eyes.
“Mr. Colyer…erm…Yates?”
Fear. The smell of it spurred Yates onward. He took a step closer to her, pressing his erection to her exposed hip. He put his mouth to her ear. “Drop the sheet, Kelly.” The compulsion to use his vampire powers of persuasion was great but he resisted. She would submit willingly or he would not take her. Regardless of what he’d become four hundred years ago, he was still a man of honor. His future wife deserved nothing less.
She moaned softly as he drew lazy circles over the globes of her ass. His cock dug painfully at his jeans. He wanted to unleash it and fuck her hot cunt. The faint scent of patchouli she wore maddened him, making the already impossible task of maintaining control even harder.
His fangs lengthened and he realized he was releasing his power slowly, allowing it to run over her glorious body. His senses were keen and he knew her pussy was soaked and her breathing was erratic. It was wrong to use his vampire powers to seduce her but he couldn’t stop. From the smell of her arousal, neither could Kelly.
Rocking her hips, she caused his fingers to slip into the crevice of her ass. Yates drew back on the amount of power he was letting off. He knew Kelly desired him almost as much as he desired her. He’d waited so long for a mate, someone special he could share his essence with, eternally binding their hearts.
Yates pulled his hand away from Kelly, doing his best to gain control before he fucked her against the wall. He wanted to do it right. Get to know her before he bedded her, but the attraction was too strong.
She whimpered and looked up from under dark, thick lashes with hungry eyes.
A feral smile moved over his face. The things he wanted to do to her were so incredibly carnal that part of him wanted to blush for her. He resisted but didn’t bother wiping the images of taking her every way possible from his mind. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.” The slightest hint of a purr emanated from the back of her throat, reminding him instantly of a predatory cat. The image of a black panther filled his head. He shook the thoughts away, concentrating on his mate.
“How much more?” he asked, drawing in a deep breath, committing her scent to memory.
“All of it,” she whispered, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
Images of those lips wrapped around his cock flooded him, damn near making him come on the spot. He was better than this. He had more control. Why couldn’t he exercise it as easily as he did with other women?
Because she is your mate.
Kelly pushed her ass toward him, tempting him. He smiled. “If we continue, I will be buried to the hilt in you. I’ll possess you fully, Kelly. I will own every hole in your body and demand you submit to me. I will accept nothing less.”
The registration of what he was saying seemed to click in her eyes. She nodded her approval and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Trailing a line down her stomach, he fought the inherent need to bite her—to taste her warm blood. She widened her stance, allowing him better access to her pussy. He parted her nether lips and savored the feel of her slick, velvety folds.
“Uh,” she whimpered, “more.”
“Patience, mon petit chat,” Yates said, sure his voice betrayed him on how very close he was to going over the edge. He traced slow lines, up and down her slit, toying with her and, in his own way, punishing her for waiting so long to finally surface in his life.
Kelly struggled to calm her breathing as Yates’ deep voice ran over her. He tweaked her clit, pinching it lightly between his fingertips and eliciting tiny moans from her as she clung to the wall. Kelly rotated her hips, rubbing against Yates’ hand as the cream from her pussy soaked them. Being finger-fucked had never felt so good. His very touch was like magic. So raw. So carnal. She’d never have enough of him.
As Kelly rocked on his hand, Yates parted her ass cheeks. Before she knew what was happening, he had his wet thumb shoved into her tight ass. Two pops and a fiery explosion later, she was in bliss, filled with his hand as he finger-fucked her ass and her pussy. Yates slid his free hand around her and pinched her nipple to the point where it was painful but it felt too good to ask him to stop. The orgasm building deep within her burst free. For a moment it felt as if a dam had let loose. Warm liquid gushed down her inner thighs.
Yates growled, thrusting his hips against her. “Ah, yeah, my love. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Kelly thought the pleasure would stop. It didn’t let up. Instead, it increased, causing her to squirm in an attempt to escape. She needed a moment to catch her breath, absorb what had happened. She’d read about female ejaculation, even seen it in adult movies but this was her first time having one herself. It was all too much. She’d arrived at his shoot and suddenly she found herself in the throes of being seduced. The only fault she could find with the situation was that Yates was taking too long. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked, his voice deeper than it had been.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, alerting her that something was off. Kelly froze. Yates kissed her shoulder and something sharp ran over her skin. “Mr. Colyer—Yates?”
“Your smell is intoxicating.” He planted a tiny kiss on her neck. “So young. So innocent. So willing to give yourself fully.”
“Yates?”
He licked a slow line over her sensitive skin. “You submitted fully, did you not, Kelly?”
She exhaled slowly. “Y-yes.”
“I need to taste you, mon petit chat,” he murmured.
And I want you to taste me. She nodded, assuming he meant he wanted to lick her pussy. When she felt a sharp pinch in her shoulder followed by white-hot pain, Kelly knew better.
Vampire.
Shocked that he’d bitten her, Kelly tried to turn and face him. Yates pinned her to the wall. The pain receded quickly, as if it was never there, and was replaced with a warm, tingly feeling that seemed to shoot down through her pussy.
Her vision blurred and her entire body felt weak. Still, Yates continued sucking on her, drinking from her. The reality of it all was too much for Kelly to take in. Vaguely, she was aware of Yates riding her body to the floor before moving over her. She lay facedown as he aligned his cock head with her anus. No one had ever taken her there. Yates’ thumb had been the only thing to enter her that way and Kelly highly doubted his cock was the same size as his thumb. As he thrust into her, she heard someone screaming. It took a minute to realize it was her. As frightened as she was, she was also excited and craving his touch. Craving him.
Kelly’s screams brought Yates back from the edge. He’d given in to the demon and was currently fucking and sucking her. It was every vampire’s dream. He tried in vain to pull off her. The demon within him held tightly to the reins, needing the thrill of spilling his seed in her while it was in full control. The life within her slowly began to ebb away. Her blood was rich, smooth and addicting. Her ass was so tight that he thought for sure he’d come even though he’d only just entered. He pumped harder, faster, willing himself to finish so he could contain the demon before irreparable damage was done.
He thrust his power out
and over her, coating her and pleasuring her. She bucked beneath him, moaning and grunting as he fucked her ass. The demon within him, full for the moment, allowed him to ease his fangs from her neck. He started to lick her wound with the intent of using his saliva to instantly heal it. Nothing happened. He lapped the area some more. It didn’t heal. Blood oozed freely, sparking the demon in him once more. The next thing Yates knew, he was watching himself smear the blood over Kelly’s skin, coating her shoulder, her back, her ass. As he rubbed it over the base of his cock, which was still partially buried in her ass, he realized what the demon was doing—it was claiming Kelly as its mate as well. Making her forever one of them. A creature of the night.
No.
“Yes,” she panted, pressing her body to his. “Yes, Yates. Yes.”
Again, she purred and thoughts of a large black panther with lavender eyes filled his head. He tried to fight it but lost the battle, suddenly watching events as if he were looking through fog instead of his own eyes. The idea of losing Kelly terrified him. Never in his unnaturally long life had he known fear like this. Unable to stop himself, Yates leaned down and began licking the blood from her back as he pummeled her tight ass, taking it and claiming her for his own. His balls drew up a second before he came deep inside her.
He held his position, letting the last of his cum spurt into her. Kelly had stopped moving and was eerily silent. It took a moment for his senses to clear. When he realized her heartbeat was faint at best, his own seemed to skip.
“No,” he said, withdrawing from her quickly and turning her over.
Kelly was limp. Her glossed-over eyes stared up at him and he knew the demon had gone too far. Had gotten caught up in the passion and carnal excitement of finally selecting the woman he would spend eternity with. He cried out—the need to hit something, anything, was almost all-consuming. Slamming his hand into the floor next to Kelly, he felt the desperation seeping through him as a shock wave rumbled beneath him.
“No!”
On the verge of letting the demon have what was left of his very soul, Yates stopped when he sensed the slightest hint of foreign power around him. It buzzed lightly in the air. He looked down at Kelly to find the lavender of her eyes intensifying to the point it no longer appeared human. Her skin shimmered and the compulsion to offer his blood was too great to resist.
Biting his wrist open, Yates put it to her cool lips. Nothing happened. Something clear splashed on Kelly’s upper chest and it took Yates a minute to understand it had come from him. He was crying. The last time he’d shed a tear had been over four hundred years ago when he was but a child. Another tear fell, this one hitting his wrist and mixing with his blood as it flowed into Kelly’s mouth.
She blinked and he gasped. Kelly put her mouth over the wound and suckled from him, the feeling leaving his cock twitching. Her sucks were long and sweet, as he knew they would be in other places as well. She released his wrist just as his rising erection became painful. A slow, sexy smile moved over her face as she stared up at him like nothing had happened. Too shocked to comment, Yates simply looked down at her, wondering how it was she appeared uninjured. He’d not been gentle with her. In fact, he’d taken her harder and further than he’d ever taken a woman before—even a supernatural one.
“Mmm,” she whispered, opening her legs wide. “Fuck me. I need to feel you in me again, Yates.”
“Fuck you?” His eyes widened. “Kelly, you just…I just… Kelly?”
She hissed and he watched as tiny fangs appeared in Kelly’s mouth. Her lavender eyes swirled with flecks of black but didn’t completely change over as his had long ago. She turned her head and bit into his already bleeding wrist. The feel of his mate’s bite was more than he could have ever hoped for. A spasm tore through his cock instantly and the need to bury it deep in her cunt consumed him.
Lifting her with ease, Yates headed straight for the door to his living quarters. He didn’t stop until he’d reached the bathroom. They needed to get cleaned up. They were both covered in drying blood and mixed juices. Thrusting the shower door open, he smiled as Kelly began nibbling at his neck, leaving tiny bite marks as she went.
“Go ahead, my love. Take what you desire.”
She shook her head. “I want you, Yates.”
Stunned by her comment, he locked gazes with her. “How is it you have enough control over your demon to talk to me rationally?”
Kelly stared up into Yates’ obsidian eyes and let out a low, sultry laugh. “Try not to look so confused, darling.”
“Darling?”
She closed her eyes, doing her best to focus on what was going on. Something had happened during the course of their lovemaking. Something that left her feeling free, alive, powerful and sexy. The beast she’d been born with even felt freer, loving the power that ran through her veins. She knew she had control of Yates now, even if he thought he was the one in charge.
“Put me down,” she said, not quite feeling like herself but knowing she wanted to stand on her own two feet.
“Kelly, you are weak. You—”
Energy seemed to flare through her as if the static had been building forever and was only now finding release. It leapt from her body to Yates and he hissed, tossing his head back and gritting his teeth.
He set her down but didn’t let go of her. Instead, he leveled a hard, feral look upon her. “Challenging your mate within minutes of your making is beyond foolish, ma petite.”
Carnal knowledge left Kelly confident she could and would have the man before her wrapped around her finger come dawn.
No. Not a man. More than a man. A vampire.
She should have been scared, terrified, anything other than turned-on. Their kinds didn’t mix. The vampires and shifters had been at odds since the dawn of their existence, yet here she was, fucking one.
He’d bitten her.
You bit him, too.
Yates cupped her chin, forcing her attention to his face. “Tell me how it is you’re able to stand on your own. Newly formed…”
Going to her tiptoes, Kelly pressed her lips to his, thrusting her tongue in, seeking his. Their tongues locked and she drew back slowly, wrapping her tongue around his. He moaned and pressed the palms of his hands to the wall on each side of her head. Kelly could sense the struggle within him. Yates didn’t want to give in to her without first getting answers she couldn’t give him. She had no clue why she was standing or why the drive to butt heads with Yates was her guiding light. Something deep within told her that if she didn’t make him see her as an equal right now, he never would. It also told her that forever was a long time to spend living for his every whim.
Yates broke their kiss, appearing to be fighting his every desire to continue.
Such a stubborn man—vampire.
He gathered lather in his hands, rolling the bar of soap with the same hands that had earlier brought her to orgasm. The intensity of his stare should have made her shudder in fear. It had the exact opposite effect. She shuddered with anticipation, wanting to provoke him.
“Kelly, I want answers,” he said, sliding his sudsy hands over his erect cock. He rinsed and repeated the steps, this time slipping his hand between her legs and washing her thoroughly. “Tell me how it is you’re—”
The second he rubbed her swollen clit, Kelly tossed her head back and gave in to the call of her beast. She snarled and felt her eyes shifting, no doubt glowing with intense violet. Claws emerged from her fingertips and her canines lengthened even more. She gave a very surprised-looking Yates a shove, knocking him into the shower wall.
“My turn,” she said, her voice vibrating slightly as it often did when she was partially shifted.
“A shifter?” The disgust that covered Yates’ handsome face scorched her soul.
Kelly drew back quickly as the pain of long ago, committed to memory, swept through her. She eyed the shower glass, wanting to get away. She’d spent her life being looked down upon by the vampires. Humans weren’t permitted to k
now about supernaturals and whenever one found out about her, they often reacted with fear and horror. Any way Kelly looked at it, she was made to feel inferior for what she’d been born as. It was part of her reasoning for wanting to model. She wanted to be thought of as beautiful and sought after, while still managing to hide her true self from all around.
Yates put his hand out tentatively, reaching for her. Kelly jerked her head away, avoiding his touch as if it would burn. He arched a brow. “You lived through what I did to you because you are a shifter.”
She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. The look on his face more than told her he couldn’t accept any of this. Neither could she.
“My mate is a shifter. An animal?”
It shouldn’t have shocked her to hear Yates’ repulsion, yet it did. It hurt more than she wanted to admit. He reached for her once more and she gave in to the need to flee. Kelly shifted quickly into her panther form. Since she’d been born as one, shifting took only seconds and was painless. She leapt through the glass, ignoring the pain as shards cut her. She needed distance, regardless of the cost.
Chapter Two
Yates watched Kelly’s red brick apartment building from across the street. Her windows were there, so close. Yates could easily tap into his abilities to ascend to the outer side of the fourth floor—Kelly’s floor.
He leaned against the corner of the building, doing his best to ignore the stench of humanity. The streets were littered with it. Most of the smells were foreign to him with regards to fully understanding what they were for. The only ones that ever caught his interest and held it were the scents that came from the various coffee shops. For some reason, they didn’t turn his stomach quite as much as the rest of the modern world.
Yates stared up at Kelly’s windows, waiting for any sign she was there. The moment she’d left him, breaking through the shower glass and rushing off into the night, it felt as if the other half of his soul had gone.
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