The elevator halts and the steel door slides open, followed by the hidden wooden panel. I’m still wrapped securely in his arms when his lips pull away and he begins to walk me backward into the dark hallway.
His voice is low and husky as he asks, “So, exactly where are we headed, lover?”
Playfully I answer, “Someplace veeery private—a hidden location where I can have my wicked way with you. Don’t you like surprises, cowboy?”
“If they have anything to do with your naked flesh exploring mine, then hell yes. Never met a woman so damned hungry as you, baby.”
“You bring out the vixen in me, Colton. It’s undeniable.”
We make it to the bottom of the worn steps when he holds me firmly by my upper arms and tells me in a thick rasp, “I plan on doin’ just that, repeatedly, until you beg for mercy, darlin’. Rest assured, I’m a man of my word.”
I blink in astonishment as he releases me and turns around, dropping down into a crouch. “Here, hop up on my back, sugar. I like the idea of those long, bare legs you have going on tonight wrapped around me on the way to our little adventure.”
“Are you always this bossy?” I joke as I hop onto him, twining my arms around his neck and my legs around his taut waist.
“Yep, and you’re gonna learn to love it.”
“Or else?”
“There’s no other option. I see the desire in your eyes when I take you, wildcat. You love how it is between us, can’t get enough of it. Same for me and there’s no denying that. Stone cold fact.”
Oh my God.
“Nice property. Private. I like that. Which way?”
I use my index finger to point across the shadowed lawn. “There, off to the right, you’ll find a path. It leads directly down to the lake.”
He begins to walk at a leisurely pace and within seconds the oppressive heat and humidity causes the skin on his tanned neck to break out into a light sweat. I watch his veins pulse and lick my lips at the thought of sinking my fangs into his perfection.
After giving it a lot of thought, I’ve come to the conclusion that deep down I know there is no way I could ever drain him to the point of death. I’ve matured a lot from that girl I was back in Spain, and even if I was starved, I’m far too disciplined and my feelings for him are too strong—growing stronger with each passing day. He’s the first man, and a human one at that, who has ever has the ability to dominate me, not only sexually but emotionally. My encounters with the others in my past were passionate, true, but always lacking depth and long term potential. He’s the tamer and I’m his willing trainee. No, I would sooner take my own life than end his. But I won’t drink from him tonight unless he asks me to.
We enter the edge of the forest and his head shifts. “You’re awfully quiet. What’s goin’ in that sexy head of yours?”
“I was thinking about you and how things were before I met you.”
“Yeah? What about it, exactly?”
“That you’re what I’ve always dreamed of but didn’t dare long for.”
His steps slow and quietly he says, “We’re good together, Cosette, no matter that we’re a different species. We’ll work out any issues that come along, like we have from the beginning. I’m a man of honor—you’ll see that over time—and you’ll come to understand that I don’t invest my time or energy in things that aren’t worthwhile and valuable.”
His words are flowing through my mind as we make our way down the trail and finally to the edge of the tree line, where he steps out onto the narrow dirt embankment of the lake. The full moon is reflected in the copious ripples, making the blue-black water sparkle. He heads over to the dock, which juts far out over the water. When he’s walked us the full length of it he stops, gently sets me down onto the wood, and turns to face me. “Before you even ask, know that you’re the most priceless thing that’s ever entered my life.”
“Colton—”
“Shh …. I love how you say my name, babydoll, seriously I do, but the time for chattin’ is over and done with.”
I’m silenced with a kiss that is so consuming that all I can do is rock forward into his powerful body while his fingers do their work, dragging possessively up my neck, never stopping on their quest until they finally clench into two fists in my hair. I sigh into his mouth, lost in the bliss that he alone produces in me. Without warning that greedy tongue slides in, so demanding and seeking that I can only acquiesce, giving him whatever he wants to take.
Take it all, Colton. I’ve waited for you for what seems like forever.
I have difficulty holding back. My hands are itching to explore every inch of his body as they slip to his waist and under his fitted shirt. His ripped stomach quivers at the initial contact of my fingers, which move with the lightest touch. Placing both palms flat I begin to ever so slowly roam and explore, savoring this man who reminds me of a Spartan warrior. He personifies cool, controlled power, and I crave to unleash it upon my body.
Time to tease this aggressive tiger.
One of my hands slides around to his lower back as the other begins its wicked descent toward the front of his jeans. I’m eager to feel his pulsing heat pressing against the inside of my palm. The growl comes low and fast. I flinch for a split second as his fingers close tighter in my hair, the hold nearly punishing, but the effect utterly intoxicating. Instead of pulling back, I grip him firmly through the soft denim and begin to stoke slowly, down and up.
His mouth is devouring mine, forcing me to taste him, to accept the kiss that nearly brands me. My thoughts are turning hazy, driven headlong toward lust-filled madness, when I feel his hand drop down, lock onto mine, engulfing it completely, stilling me immediately.
“Enough.”
The throaty groan belongs to a tense male on the edge of sanity.
Before I can utter a word, his hand moves lower, a smooth glide up and under my dress. Two thick fingers press firmly against the silk of my panties. My needy wetness is undeniable. His appreciative all-male throaty purr comes a second before his hand switches directions, fingers clutching the front band of the panties as they’re torn roughly from my body.
I can’t hide my gasp of surprise or the response that comes right on its heels as I pull away from his lips. “Hey! I liked those panties, thank you very much.”
His eyes gleam like a feral predator’s. “So did I.”
My lips part in shock as he lifts the scrap of material to his nose and inhales deeply before shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans, a victorious smile on his stubbled face.
This man is relentless in getting his way.
He ever so slowly leans into me, bending slightly to grab the back of my bare thighs, hoisting me up against his front. I hold tightly to his neck as my legs wrap around his waist. He eases down to sit on the end of the dock. I watch him lean back casually on his forearms, stealthily observing me from below.
I narrow my eyes and can’t resist saying playfully, “You are a very determined man, aren’t you, Mr. Brennan?”
His eyes roam my face he replies thickly, “When I need to be, yes, Cosette, I am.”
I can feel his cock between my parted legs, irritated that a few millimeters of clothing are keeping us separated. I was ready for him before we even entered the house tonight and now my lust is reaching explosive levels.
How in the hell can he have this amount of patience? Incredible.
The words fall quietly from my lips, “What do you want?”
“What do I want? Angel, I wanna own every ounce of passion that you have stored up in that magnificent body of yours. I want to replace each and every powerful orgasm that I give you with others that are a hundred times stronger. I want to possess you, Cosette, and I know for a fact that you want to be owned by me. I can hear it in the cries and moans that are torn from your mouth when I make you cum for me, and I see it in the way you stare at me when you think I’m not lookin’. It may not have been long, but I know you, and I’m one hundred percent certain that I’m
the man to give it all to you. That is what I want.”
My trembling fingers reach out to caress his left cheek as I stare into the face of the one man who has touched me this deep—straight to my core.
A thousand unspoken words flow between us, the connection is so profound.
His voice is soft and quiet, but its clipped intensity leaves little room for misinterpretation as he says, “Need to have you. Right now. Not waitin’. Take me out.”
Yes, yes!
Still straddling him, I lift up to create a few inches of space and make quick work of his belt buckle and jeans. The dark fabric of his boxer briefs is the last barrier between me and his gorgeous sex. He lifts his hips a bit as I drag his jeans down to the top of his thighs.
My breathing is shallow, the anticipation of having him inside of me irresistible. I try to recall the last time I ever wanted anything this badly. Not one thing comes to mind. Using my index finger I trace down the cotton, and his thick length jerks hard at my touch.
My eyes fly to his and the molten stare that meets me is shocking. His chin dips once, his signal for me to get on with it. He doesn’t have to ask twice. The tips of my fingers pull the waistband out and down, not stopping until they’re settled against his thighs.
The moonlight casts a delicious glow across his exposed skin. His hard body truly is a work of art, and I can’t help but nibble my bottom lip with my left fang at the sight of his impressive cock.
I’m just about to lower myself down onto him when I hear him rumble, “Wait.”
My eyes are questioning as he comes up to a full sitting position. He pulls his shirt over and off his head. His stomach muscles ripple and flex as he rests back onto the wood, saying quietly, “Get up here. I need to taste that pussy, baby. Starvin’ for it.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
I shimmy forward on my knees, and once I’m directly over his mouth I lift the sheer layers of my sundress up, immediately feeling the brush of his hot breath against my aching center.
“Oh God,” I whimper in absolute ecstasy as his hands reach out, locking onto my hips, to pull me the final inch or so down onto his awaiting mouth. It’s exactly like his kisses, all swirling tongue and sensuality. The wet sound of him lapping firmly against me blends with the water that’s relentlessly hitting the posts of the dock as I become lost for him, pulled effortlessly toward a mounting orgasm that he’s right on track to deliver. So close … so delicious … oh, yes, anything. Just never stop.
I frown in disappointment as his mouth moves away mere seconds before I shatter and he slowly retreats a few inches then comes up to a sitting position.
“Let’s get this dress off you. I wanna watch as you sink down and cum on top of me.”
Hell yes.
He helps me pull the airy dress off, tossing it behind him on the dock. I’m aching for him to fill me as I move back and slowly lower myself to connect with the head of his straining sex. My ass gently bumps first against his fingers, and I realize that he has slid his hand down to grip the base, providing the perfect position. The stretching is immediate as I begin to sink down onto him, my body slowly yielding to his, taking him inch by magnificent inch. I stop midway and marvel at our impatient, breathy sounds becoming tangled together in the stillness of night.
“I wish there was a way to show you how fuckin’ amazing you feel wrapped around me, Cosette. It’s absolute heaven.”
He removes his hand and I’m so lost in the moment that all I can manage is a low sigh as I edge my knees out wider to sink lower, struggling to take all of him in one final smooth glide. We both gasp at the intense sensation of his penetration.
“Beautiful,” he hisses low.
I lever upward, wanting, craving that potent friction of him moving inside me. My hips find a rhythm and begin a smooth circle. With each downward stroke I moan at the way he fills me to the hilt, so completely that I struggle to hold back, to savor the connection, to draw it out and not cum too quickly.
“Damn … so good baby. Love how wet you always are for me. Pushes my control right to the edge.”
I flatten my hands on his smooth chest to steady myself at the same moment he lifts his hand to his face. His tongue flicks twice against the tip of his thumb, which he uses to toy mercilessly with my throbbing clit.
“Colton … oh, oh yeah.”
“That’s right, Cosette, give it up to me. Clench my cock hard with that sweet cunt. Fuckin’ love the feeling of filling you ’til you can’t take any more.”
He presses harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves and the combination of the pressure and his filthy words acts as a detonator. I scream as I slam down onto him, far harder than before, and the waves of undiluted ecstasy explode, masking any rational thought, leaving my body adrift in pure, raw pleasure. As the orgasm rolls through me in wave after spectacular wave I’m hardly aware of his hands around my waist, lifting me down and back up again, forcing me to ride him to completion. I toss my head back and grab the top of his thighs while screaming out. My mind is filled with a hazy, euphoric blend of luscious images of him. I love the way he moves, his dominance, the way he fucks—giving every ounce of his focus and energy to the act. Suddenly he thrusts up from below at the exact moment I’m forced down hard to take him impossibly deep. His primal shout echoes across the lake as his orgasm takes over, pulsing hot and glorious inside of me.
He struggles to catch his breath as his shaking hand reaches up to move the hair away that has fallen haphazardly across my face. He senses my need, and my raging hunger must be written all over my face because his hand locks onto the nape of my neck, lowering me down toward him.
“Wait, let me glamour you so there’s no discomfort.”
“Fuck no. Take what you need right now, woman. Wanna feel those sexy fangs strike me.”
The last word barely has time to escape his lips before I plunge deep, my sharp fangs breaching his skin with surgical precision. He gasps and his body gives a firm jerk but he stays in place as I start to draw from him. The first swallow is exquisite. Maybe it’s the combination of his power along with the unique taste of his blood that I’ve grown addicted to, but I suddenly realize that I never want to drink from another. He groans as I begin grinding my hips, loving the deep connection with him.
He’s still hard inside me as he grates out between clenched teeth, “Don’t stop.”
Surprisingly I feel more control than I ever thought possible in this reckless scenario. I take three more deep pulls before unlatching my jaw and swiping my tongue across the wound. Then I begin to ride him fast and determined, fucking him with everything I have, feeling like some sort of sexual siren who can make him just as crazed as he makes me.
“Oh, hell, yeah, Christ … just like that, fucuuck, yeah, so hard, Cosette!”
I speed up the already rapid tempo, knowing that we’re both so very close. The orgasm closes in on me with the power of a freight train, stunning me as the blast of energy ignites. His follows right on the heels of mine, and a deep, sexy groan tunnels out of him as his heat begins to lash me deep inside once again. I fall forward against his searing chest, both our bodies glistening with exertion. We cling to each other, satiated lovers embraced by the velvet cover of night.
Chapter Thirteen
4:34 a.m.
Savannah
“You know, as pretty as you are, wildcat, you’re turnin’ out to be mighty distractin’.”
She pulls up to the curb in front of my house, shifting the gears to neutral as she bats her black lashes innocently. “Who me? How so?”
“ ’Cause it’s safe to say that I’m hopelessly addicted, woman. Couldn’t even slow myself down to pull my damn jeans all the way off before we got it on back there tonight. Lucky they didn’t fall into the fucking lake.”
She giggles as I continue, “Drives me half crazy when we’re apart. Speaking of which, I did manage to hang those black-out blinds in my room. Wanna come up with me?”
“
Mmm, you’re not tired after everything tonight?”
I’m about to reply ‘Hell no’ when a flash of movement in front of us makes my neck hairs stand right on end.
I throw the car into reverse and shout at her, “Hit the gas! Now!”
She gasps and stomps on the pedal, but it’s already too late. We’re being ambushed. The car has barely made it five feet, tires squealing, when a powerful force brings it to a standstill. It’s as if we’ve hit a thick steel guardrail. I whip around and see a massive vampire, one of the bodyguards from Sub-Zero, staring at us menacingly though the narrow panel of the back window.
He’s strong enough to hold a moving car? We’re completely fucked.
Glass simultaneously shatters on both sides, and everything begins happening impossibly fast. I grab for her, but the force that’s pulling on her is too powerful as we’re both dragged out from opposite sides of the smashed windows.
I do the only thing I can, I begin to fight, all the while yelling repeatedly, “Trace! Fucking trace, Cosette!”
Please let her listen to me. If she doesn’t there’s little chance we’ll both make it out of whatever hell awaits us.
The metallic tang of my own blood fills my mouth as I spit once again, never once breaking eye contact with the prick in the designer suit. He has Cosette by the back of the hair and is forcing her to kneel on the metal floor at his feet while he sits arrogantly across from me, watching me with a cruel smirk of victory on his pale face. I want to eat him alive.
He cocks his head to the left and smiles, flashing a set of perfect, long, gleaming fangs as he says in a thick Eastern European accent, “You see what betrayal gets you, Cosette?”
She twists vigorously in her restraints, determined to shake loose of his punishing hold, but he won’t have it.
“I suggest you save your strength, darling. You’re going to need it.”
“I hate you!”
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