My cock throbbed.
We’d been so close that time. So close.
Tonight, she would not interfere.
You’re mine, Dante.
No, not tonight. Stay out of my head!
Even now, I’m watching you.
No!
I stopped and dropped Erin onto her bed.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
“Dante?” she said timidly.
I opened them. Her hair was mussed, her lips red and swollen, her skin flushed.
Nothing would come between us tonight.
Nothing and no one.
I had control. Total control.
“I want to undress you,” I said. “I want to peel every layer of clothing off you and watch as each new inch of skin is exposed. I want to go slowly. I want to savor this night, Erin. I want to savor you.”
“Yes,” she said, closing her eyes. “Please.”
“No running away,” I promised. “No answering texts. This will happen for us tonight, Erin.”
“Please,” she said again.
I sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled her into a sitting position. I brushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let them fall down. When she pulled her arms out, her bountiful breasts fell free.
All those tits that night. That hellish night. So many…and none compared to Erin’s. They were perfect. I cupped them both in my palms, thumbing her hard nipples.
She moaned. “Feels so good, Dante.”
“So beautiful,” I said on a sigh. “So perfect.” I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one.
She jolted. “God. More. Suck them. Please.”
I clamped my lips around a nipple.
She moaned again. “So good.”
So good. Yes. The texture was like silk under my tongue. I sucked harder while I rolled the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re amazing,” I said against her fair skin.
She groaned. “Yes, harder, Dante. Suck my nipples harder.”
I complied. I was her slave right now. I’d do whatever she asked. She owned me.
I own you, Dante.
I forced her out of my head.
I deserved this one shot at happiness with Erin, and I would have it. She owned me, and I owned her.
And somehow, I’d make her understand.
I had to, for both our sakes.
I sucked her nipple harder, pinched the other between my fingers.
“I want you so much,” she said. “I’m so wet for you.”
I let go of her nipple and trailed my hand down her smooth skin to her hip, pushing the dress as I went. Then I let the other nipple drop from my lips. “Let’s get this off you.”
She slid up, and I released her from her dress. Then I quickly unbuckled her sandals and set her feet free.
Only a lacy white thong covered her now. Her scent was dense in the air. My gums tingled, but I fought off the sensation. I’d have her first, have her in every way a man could have a woman. Then I’d worry about the rest.
I spread her legs and held back a rush of contempt when I saw the puncture wounds.
Easy, Dante. This isn’t her fault.
In my mind, I knew that, but my body reacted differently. Again, I swallowed down the release my fangs craved. I drew in a deep breath and exhaled. Then I lowered my head.
I inhaled her earthy sweet musk. Mmm. With one finger, I ripped the lacy thong off her. She gasped, but I tossed it aside and dived into her treasure.
I swiped my tongue across her silky wet folds. So smooth and creamy. I suppressed the itching in my gums with all the strength I possessed. I couldn’t nick her down here. Couldn’t mar this beauty.
“Dante, oh my God!”
Her voice fueled my passion. I sucked at her, pulled her labia between my teeth, and then went to work on the hard nub of her clitoris. It was swollen and engorged, beautifully dark pink. I flicked it with my tongue and then clamped my lips around it and sucked.
She arched beneath me, grinding into my face, her juices slathering over me. I lapped her up as if I were dying of thirst.
And I was. Dying of thirst for her, for her sweetness.
For her blood.
The tingling, the salivation…
No, not yet.
Control. Needed control.
She bucked beneath me, grinding her pussy into my lips, my chin. “I’m going to come, Dante. Oh my God!”
I thrust two fingers into her heat, and she exploded around me, her pussy pulsing against my hand.
“Good. That’s good, love. Come for me. Only for me.” I clamped my lips onto her clit once more and her pulsing increased.
She moaned, arching her back, grinding into my fingers as I moved them inside her. Her whole body flushed a light rose.
I kissed the inside of her thigh, such sweet succulent flesh.
And then…
The puncture wounds.
My fangs descended despite my will.
Mark her. Take what is yours.
I turned my head and closed my eyes, her pussy still pulsing around my fingers.
Easy. Let it go. Easy.
How could I want her like this? Want to take her this way? After all I’d been through? How could I need to bite her and make her mine?
Just go with it.
River’s words.
Just go with it. Yes. If Bill’s theory was right, Erin and I belonged together. It was up to me to make her understand that.
When her climax finally subsided, I moved forward and found her lips with mine, kissing her deeply, letting the flavor of her arousal mingle with the flavor of her mouth. A heady concoction.
She moaned into me, and I felt more than heard it as it vibrated into my mouth. Into me. A part of me. Yes, the moans were coming from me as well.
Hot, beautiful Erin. Erin with the sweetest pussy. Though I had nothing to compare her to, I already knew in my heart, my soul, that hers was the sweetest.
When I broke the kiss to inhale, she smiled at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over.
“Mmm,” she said. “You have way too many clothes on.”
My cock was diamond-hard inside my pants. She reached down and gripped me, and I closed my eyes and moaned.
“I want this. I want you, Dante. Please. Now. Don’t make me wait again.”
I left the bed, unbuttoned my shirt as quickly as I could, and threw it on the carpet.
“You’re so magnificent,” she said. “As if you were carved by the greatest artist.”
My cock throbbed. “I’m glad you find my appearance…pleasing. Because God, Erin, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
And she was. Her body was flushed, her pussy swollen and dark between her legs. Her nipples were hard and ruddy, and her lips… God, her lips—the most kissable lips ever, full and pink and soft, her blood flowing beneath them.
“Pleasing?” She laughed softly. “You go so far beyond pleasing, Dante. You’re glorious. Your muscles, your hair, your amazing face and eyes… I can’t imagine another man in the universe who is as amazing looking as you are.”
My cock throbbed harder. I unbuckled my belt and kicked off my shoes. My nerves jumped. She’d seen me before, but this was the real thing. Tonight, we’d sanction our blood bond.
The itching in my gums tortured me, but I held my ground. No. Not yet.
I pushed my pants and boxer briefs over my hips and stepped out of them.
Erin gawked at me.
I couldn’t help a prideful smile.
So beautiful. And all mine…
Fucking not now!
Erin sat up in bed and inched to the edge. She caressed my thigh, the globe of my ass. Her touch was like fire, each fingertip prickling me with the pop of her capillaries.
“Perfect. Your muscles. Oh my God. You’re incredible, Dante.”
She trailed fire over my body, skimmed the sides of my thighs, abdomen, my flanks and shoulders.
My cock stu
ck out hard and ready, but she left it alone.
Sheer torture.
“I have to have you, Erin. I have to. Now.”
“Don’t you want me to—”
“Now,” I said through gritted teeth. “You will obey me.”
I closed my eyes. Had those words left my lips?
You will obey, Dante.
No. No. No.
I compartmentalized. Stuck it in a hidden place in my mind. Nothing would ruin this night.
When I opened my eyes, Erin was staring at me, her light-green eyes wide and circled. “Yes, Dante. I will obey you.”
Tingles of arousal shot through every cell in my body.
Yes, Dante, I will obey you.
I nearly climaxed then, so powerful were her words.
Did I want her obedience?
Yes. The word shot into my head as if it had always been there. No matter that I’d been forced to obey someone I hated. Erin didn’t hate me, and I loved her.
I wanted Erin’s obedience in bed. In blood. In life and in soul. I was her slave and she was mine. I’d give her what she wanted in the bedroom, and right now, she’d give me what I wanted.
Her obedience.
She opened the drawer on her bedside table and pulled out a condom. Damn. I hadn’t thought of that. I was glad she had. I needed to get tested. God only knew what taking her blood might have left in my body.
No. No. No.
She will not ruin this moment.
Erin ripped open the foil packet and touched the rubber to my cockhead. I closed my eyes and inhaled. How I wanted to be inside her with no barrier, to feel every millimeter of her pussy as she sucked me up, took me into her body.
She smoothed the condom over me with her hands this time. “You’re amazing, Dante. So big and beautiful.”
I opened my eyes and looked into hers, her face shining with emotion.
“Take me now,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
“Lie down,” I said. “Spread your legs for me.”
She complied, no questions asked. Obedience. What a fucking turn-on.
She lay on top of her rose-colored comforter, her own body flushed a paler hue. A platter of gourmet delicacies couldn’t have been more enticing. A full blood bank couldn’t have been more enticing.
I willed my fangs down and got on the bed, hovering over her, letting the head of my cock tease her swollen pussy.
If only I could go in without the condom…
Not yet. I’d take care of that first thing tomorrow.
I closed my eyes and groaned. I couldn’t take her blood tonight after all. Not when I couldn’t enter her without a barrier.
Damn.
Then I thrust into her heat.
Chapter Eleven
Erin
I gasped, grabbing his shoulders and clawing my nails into his skin.
So full. So complete.
He stretched me exquisitely, such a good burn.
“Damn, Erin. Damn,” he said through clenched teeth. “I want to make this last.”
“God, yes. Make it last all night. I’ve wanted this for so long. An eternity.” I closed my eyes, relishing the exquisite fullness. Had anything ever felt so amazing? So empowering?
He pulled out and then pushed back into me, bumping my clit.
I gasped, the feeling so intense.
I caressed the smooth skin of his shoulders, the hard muscle underneath. I lifted my head and pressed my lips to the pulse point on his neck, kissing him there, opening my mouth and trailing my tongue over his salty skin. I rained tiny kisses over his neck and shoulders as he continued to fuck me.
In. Out. In. Out.
And with each thrust, I became more and more his.
This man. This emotion.
Love.
How I loved Dante Gabriel.
“You feel so good, Erin. So tight. God.”
Sweat dripped from his brow onto my face. Locks of hair stuck to his forehead. Still he pumped into me, until—
“Fuck, Erin. I’m going to— Fuck!” He thrust into me so deep, I swore we became one body.
I felt him then. I felt every pulse in his penis as he emptied himself, and then I began to soar as a climax crept up on me.
Higher, higher, higher still…
And then the music. The soft jazz. It floated around us in a hazy mist.
When we both finished climaxing, he stayed on top of me, embedded inside me.
“Don’t want to let you go,” he said, his voice muffled against the pillow.
“Then don’t,” I said. “Take a rest, and we can start again.”
He didn’t turn to face me, and suddenly, all I wanted in the world was to look into those smoldering dark eyes.
“Look at me, Dante.”
He didn’t move.
“Please, look at me.”
He rolled off me and turned to face the other way.
I wasn’t about to stand for this. We’d just had the best sex of my life, and I was going to look into his dark eyes and tell him so. I sat up and pulled him over.
And I screamed.
Teeth. His teeth.
Did you see him?
See who?
The vampire.
“Erin, please. Let me explain.”
I hopped off the bed and ran downstairs, still naked. My heart raced as pure fear blinded me. What to do? Call 911? Get out of here? I was naked. I grabbed a throw off of my couch and wrapped it around myself.
Don’t come down here. Don’t come down here.
Then—
I screamed again.
The man in the room. The man who had helped me with my car. The back of my neck prickled with a sudden chill.
“Easy, Erin,” he said.
“How do you know my name?” I said, my voice cracking.
“I mean you no harm.”
My mind went fuzzy, along with my vision. Who was he? How had he gotten in my home? Again, the chill on my neck.
“It will all be okay,” he said, his voice soothing.
Calmness settled over me, warming me. My mind muddled further.
“I told you to keep an open mind.”
“But his teeth…” He had fangs. He was still beautiful…but he had fangs.
“His teeth are perfectly normal. Go to him. Love him.”
“I do love him.” But I couldn’t. Not now.
He smiled. “I believe that you do. Tell him.”
“But I—”
“You came down here to get something to drink. Some wine, maybe. Take it to him. I wasn’t here.”
Wine. Wine sounds good. Dante would like some wine. “Yes, I came down to get some wine.”
I went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Pinot Noir from my wine rack. I uncorked it, filled two glasses, and went back upstairs to Dante.
He had gotten dressed and was standing next to my bed. No. I wasn’t ready for him to be dressed yet. I wanted more of naked Dante.
He turned, his face paler than usual.
“I brought us some wine. Perfect for the afterglow, don’t you think?” I smiled.
He looked at me, his eyebrows arched. “You don’t want me to…leave?”
I laughed. “Why would I want you to leave? That was amazing. The best sex I’ve ever had, actually. But don’t get a big head.” I glanced at his crotch. “I don’t mean that head. It’s already enormous.”
He furrowed his brow.
“What’s the matter with you? Don’t you want to stay?” I handed him a glass of wine.
He took it timidly. “Don’t you want me to explain?”
“Explain what? How you just made me feel something I’ve never felt before?” I smiled. “I doubt you could explain that. We’ll chalk it up to intense physical chemistry.”
Tell him.
Where had that thought come from?
Intense physical chemistry. We had that, no lie. But we—at least I—had something so much more profound.
Love.
Te
ll him.
I’d never said I love you first. Ever.
But right now, the words were lodged in the back of my throat, threatening to tumble free.
I took a sip of my wine for courage.
“Dante. I love you.”
Chapter Twelve
Dante
“Dante. I love you.”
My mouth dropped open. When she’d run away screaming, my fangs had retracted almost instantly. Her fear had done it. Something new to me.
And now she loved me?
How? Did she not remember?
“Erin, you screamed when you left the bedroom.”
She widened her eyes. “Dante, did you hear what I just told you?”
“Yes.”
“And you have nothing to say?”
Confusion swept over me. What was going on? “I don’t understand.”
“Oh, God.” She bit her lip and her cheeks turned crimson. “I’m such an idiot. Just forget I said anything. It’s okay. It’s too soon. I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I don’t expect anything from you.” She turned around.
“Hey.” I turned her back to face me. “I’m just a little confused. You ran downstairs screaming, and then—”
“No, I didn’t. I went downstairs to get us some wine. I came right back up.”
“What?” How could she not remember? Who could have—
“Look. I spoke out of turn. Don’t worry about me.”
Bill. Bill was here somehow, and he’d glamoured her again. Damn him! That was the only explanation.
But I couldn’t succumb to anger in this precious moment. Erin was here—not running away, not screaming.
And she loved me.
I touched her cheek, thumbing the apple, the blood underneath her skin warming my fingertips. “Your skin is so soft.”
Her lips trembled.
She thought I didn’t love her. Thought so many things.
I couldn’t allow it. Couldn’t allow her to think I didn’t return her feelings, could I? But there was so much she didn’t know, so much she had to know before we took that crucial step of love.
You love her.
God, yes, I did love her. And right now she was doubting that. I couldn’t bear the thought of her aching over something that wasn’t even close to true.
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