Hunger Untamed H3

by Dee Carney

  Eyes open, she watched Victor’s face as she kissed him again and removed her finger from his mouth with a soft pop. She got to see the exact moment he realized why she’d wanted him to wet it for her.

  His own eyes went smoky when she slid her hand over her pussy and put her moist finger on her protruding clit. Her mouth parted on the first stroke, a hushed gasp rushing out. The erotic touch exactly where she needed it, how she liked it, surprised her with its intensity. Lucy closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of masturbating for Victor.

  She parted her legs wider, repeating the strokes. A dip into her cream before sliding it over her clit again. The strokes turned into a circular rubbing motion. Arousing her clit. Sensitizing it.

  Her pussy squeezed. She made a sound in the back of her throat.

  Thigh muscles working, she rocked her hips, chasing the pleasure. Victor’s hands stayed on her, but the pressure he applied would leave bruises. When she glanced up at him beneath half-lidded eyes, his expression was unreadable, but the hunger spoke as loudly as any words could.

  Lucy brought her mouth next to his ear and whispered, “It feels so good. Touching myself like this for you. I love the way you’re watching me.”

  He gritted his teeth, those smoky eyes focused and growing inscrutable. Between his lips, she spied the way his teeth elongated. His nostrils flared, picking up the scent of her pussy. Maybe her blood. Didn’t matter since he hadn’t reached critical yet.

  His gaze traveled from her breasts to her pussy, then back up. He leaned forward, as if tempted to lean in and nibble on her lips, a response she would have relished. Instead he inhaled the area by her carotid. Lucy didn’t imagine the shudder that rocketed through him as soon as he was done. “So sweet,” he said in a voice thick with tension.

  It didn’t mean anything just yet. He would always be a vampire with a vampire’s cravings. So long as he didn’t act on them...

  She brought one hand up to her breast and cupped it, almost turning it into an offering for him. She plucked at the very tip, her belly warming as her nipple responded immediately. At the same time she reached for the other breast to treat it the same, she dipped her finger into the wet heat of her pussy. Her soft moan followed.

  Licking her lips snagged his attention away from below her waist and when he swallowed, it was hard enough for Lucy to hear. She continued to thrust her finger into her pussy, legs splayed wide for Victor to see unobstructed. Her thumb stroked over her clit, and this time she shuddered. Goosebumps came alive on her skin.

  She circled her protruding clit faster, her body’s natural scent filling the air. Victor’s gaze jumped from the motion of her hand, went to her breasts, her face and then back to what her hand was doing. Every slight movement of her hips caused her body to brush against his cock, which she was aching to feel inside her now.

  “God, Victor,” she whispered, mouth brushing his skin. Blood rushed through her ears, her heart pounding. “This feels so good.”

  “I want to taste you. I need to.” A rough declaration.

  “Not yet. Let me...oh.”

  Victor grasped her hand and pushed until her finger went in deeper. His dark eyes watched intently. “Put another one inside.”

  Gasping, Lucy did as commanded.

  He no longer gripped her hips in a brutal hold. His arm went around her back, keeping her balanced. Keeping her pussy achingly close to the tip of his cock. He only had to thrust forward and impale her, ending the torture for them both. Rubbing on her clit felt exquisite, but she needed something more. She needed him to push her higher.

  He was careful, so careful with her, gently removing her fingers sticky with her secretions and placing them in his mouth. His tongue licked over every drop, a hum coming from his throat. It turned into a rumble, his face intent.

  In one swift move, Victor picked her up with one arm and shoved her onto the bed. She laughed as he climbed over her, the seriousness, the need spread across his expression. “Wait...the chains!”

  “Fuck the chains,” he grumbled.

  For a split second—the moment when he thrust inside her, the moment when her pussy squeezed around his cock, the moment when her nails dug into the skin of shoulders—for that brief moment, she was tempted to forget the chains. Victor’s body on top of hers filled her with protection and with desire. He made her feel like a woman again, something she’d forgotten to be for a very long time ago. He wanted her in a way that went beyond physical, and Lucy cherished it.

  Her back arched, the pleasure spearing her. Victor thrust inside her like a man possessed. With each stroke, she gave a soft cry. She closed her eyes, wanting it to never end, this sensation.

  Then Victor bit down on her skin, not hard enough to puncture. Hard enough to scare her. He used teeth too blunt to do anything more than sting, but it was a sharp reminder to Lucy. He was a vampire, and this was a dangerous game they played. If she didn’t regain control now, she’d never again have it. “Victor, please. We have to get the chains.”

  His abdomen pressed into hers, his hips moving. His cock keeping them linked.

  Lucy put her hands on his face, holding him in place as she looked into his eyes. “Please,” she whispered.

  He slanted his mouth over hers and bruised her mouth with a kiss that stole her breath to the point that she thought she’d already lost him. Then his lips softened, his thrusts slowing. Victor nuzzled her face, then said in a soft voice, “Grab the chain. We’re about to go on a wild ride, doll.”

  * * *

  Victor’s cock was a steel rod, and somehow he’d found the strength to pull out of her warm, velvet grip. But he dragged himself out of the haze and flopped onto his back to await her attention.

  She held the chain in her small hands, filled with obvious apprehension.

  “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said with a smile. He didn’t want to remind her that the chain offered no true guarantees. It might hold him; it might not. “Tie me up so I can experience a first for me.”

  He seemed to have shaken loose whatever fear held on to her. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “Are you kidding me? Are you telling me that you haven’t experimented with being tied up?”

  Victor held up his wrists, where Lucy began to wrap the chains. “I’m a simple man. I’m ashamed to say that missionary was my most provocative position for years.”

  She wrinkled her nose while she laughed, the sound wrapping around his heart. “Oh, Victor. The many, many things I could show you.”

  The chain continued up his arms. Seeming to think better of it, she took the two ends and tucked them behind his waist. Victor tried to remain expressionless, but the binding was beginning to get to him. The reality of metal biting into skin yanked him out of the sexual euphoria and reminded him too much of the danger they faced. He hoped they could get this experiment over and done with. Back to indulging themselves in each other for the sake of pleasure. Besides, giving up control, even if for only a few minutes, made him edgy.

  “I just know that turnabout is fair play. When we’re done here and get past this, I plan on laying you in this bed, tying you up and teasing you for hours until you beg for release. And maybe...maybe I’ll allow it.”

  Lucy grazed her mouth over his abdomen, somehow bypassing his cock without even a caress. “Are you sure you want to give me ideas while you’re the one on bottom?” She tugged on the chain, then released a deep breath. “I think this’ll do. I have it wrapped around the bed frame too. It might not hold forever, but it’ll buy me a few seconds, I think.”

  He could hear the rapid flutter of her heart. “Keys are on the table by the door. If it comes down to it, grab them and go. Something like that happens, you meet me tomorrow evening at the bar where we first met. And for fuck’s sake, stay away from any other vampires before then. You managed to talk me out of biting you before, but I don’t know if that luck will hold for anyone else.”

  Her hands skimmed over her chest as she straddled him. �
�You know, you really are a visual feast,” she murmured. Her words were honey thick, as if she’d fallen mesmerized by the feel of him. He didn’t think it conceivable until now, but he grew impossibly harder. “I could touch you all day, every day and never grow tired of it.”

  Listening to her talk like this, Victor could forget his physical flaws and the fact that Lucy could have almost any man she desired. Yet, she found something fascinating about him.

  “You make me forget myself,” she said. She leaned forward until her breasts touched his torso. His mouth watered, tempted by their nearness.

  “How so?” he murmured.

  “You make me want to be here with you. I can’t forget Cindy and Sage, but you make me want to.”

  He understood how she felt, and that might have been the most dangerous thing he’d admitted to himself in a long time. What was it about Lucy that made him stop being a mercenary, looking out for himself and his interests, and instead focus on keeping and taking care of her?

  Instead of answering her, Victor shifted his hips. She took the hint and lowered herself on his erection. His eyes fluttered closed as the sensation seemed to envelop his entire body.

  How could he admit aloud that she also make him lose himself when with her? Time had no meaning; he didn’t care what happened outside of these four walls. His sole focus when with Lucy was her.

  He listened to her breathing now, the way it started even and slow. She rolled her hips, sliding herself over his cock with practiced ease. Her heart rate increased with her efforts too. The sound of it called to Victor. Breathless, she shuddered over him, her pussy clenching around his cock in quick pulls. “Victor.”

  Her gaze became unfocused and drowsy, so he watched the beauty of her face in the throes of passion. With arms tied down to the bed, he couldn’t reach up to touch her the way he wanted to, but Victor let his gaze skim over her lips. He imagined tracing them with his finger, slipping inside, where she’d suck on the tip.

  An unnamed part of him wanted to kiss her eyelids, to feel the soft curves of her lashes tease his mouth. It urged him to touch her delicate cheekbones and trace over her slender neck.

  Helpless to do anything else, he lifted his hips, pushing into her and encouraging her rhythm. Her body danced over his, her hair wild and flowing over her shoulders. Oh, the very many ways he wanted to curl his fingers into it right now and pull until she cried out. After she freed him from the chain, he’d do just that and more.

  Lucy moved back and forth, rocking over him until his balls pulled up tight. She leaned forward, her gaze locked with his, and kissed his parted mouth. When her tongue swept inside to lick his sensitive teeth, Victor bucked beneath her. Instinct had him shoving into her as best he could, and holding on to the slimmest thread of control kept him from claiming her mouth.

  She smelled so fucking sweet to him, her blood scent rising above the intoxicating scent of her pussy. His hands curled into fists at his sides, the overwhelming desire to have her on her back and beneath him pulling him under its seductive embrace. His teeth elongated, his cock growing harder.

  “Lucy...fuck. Ride me harder. Do it faster.”

  Instead, she seemed to slow. “Are you okay?”

  A growl rumbled up from the depths of his abdomen and tore out of his throat. He needed her. The chain kept him tethered, but it didn’t stop Victor from surging into her with as much force as he could muster from his position. “Fuck me now. Make me come.”

  Her gaze never left his face as her hips moved. A new pounding took up residence in his chest, mimicking the beat she created. The rhythm of their movements. It echoed in his teeth, pulsing his need for her. Hunger built like a rage inside him, a monsoon swelling until, left with nowhere else to go, it exploded out of him.

  A red haze covered his vision, and he couldn’t see the blood slave anymore. He smelled food. Ravenous, he struggled to get to it. To taste the offering above him.

  “Victor, look at me. See me.”

  That voice. He knew it. In its luscious accent, it called to him and made him a promise of unparalleled delights. He only had to break free to get to her. This sweet slave who’d give herself to him in any way he could imagine.

  Her name was Lucy.

  “I can’t do this without your help. Can you hear me?”

  Victor pulled on the chain somehow wrapped around his wrists, straining as the metal bit into him. If he wanted to taste her—and God, how he wanted it more than life right now—he only had to bring her closer. She would be a pleasure he’d never before known.

  He licked across his teeth, and power surged into him. His cock began to spurt into the woman above him, the one who’d stopped riding him while the haze covered him. His insides seemed to empty out of him while the hunger mounted. He cried out in frustration, needing to sink his teeth into her flesh. He couldn’t get the smell of her out of his nose, and it teased him mercilessly.

  His cock hardened again.

  Yanking on the chain, he ignored the pain in his arm and strained to get free of it. He had to have a taste of her, needed her. His teeth were so sensitive now, made for breaking through her skin and tasting her. He couldn’t wait for that moment when the blood burst onto his tongue and he could drink and drink, swallowing all of it until his belly was full.

  She threw herself backward as a link on the chain began to stretch. It twisted beneath the strength he used to break free of it in entirety. His arm stung, but the pain was inconsequential. He’d gotten one step closer to the blood slave.

  He turned his gaze on her, and she fled. She scooped up a discarded article of clothing from the floor and disappeared into the other room. He tracked her movement, following the scent of her blood. It lingered on the other side of the wall for a few seconds and then began to dissipate as she went through a door.

  Fury at losing her before he could taste her shuttled through him, and he pulled on the remains of the chain. It somehow managed to still keep him anchored, the metal going over his other arm and his lower body.

  God, he couldn’t sense anything but the thick, cloying scent of her blood and although something tickled at him about it, he knew he had to taste her. He couldn’t stop until he had. Grasping the chain with his free hand, he unraveled it from his waist and then went to work freeing his other arm.

  The sound of a car engine starting made his head snap up, his focus zeroing on the progress of the blood slave leaving. His rage gave him everything he needed to work faster and get to her.

  His hunger would not be denied.

  With a roar, Victor bolted from the bed and ran after her. She wouldn’t get away from him.

  Not ever.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “And I quote, ‘I’m not going to see her because I think she is touched. Her appetites are unnatural and like a man’s. No decent woman should be so wanton as Madame Dupree. I find her forwardness offensive.’ Does that sound familiar to you, Mister Collins?”

  Victor withdrew the handkerchief and dabbed at the side of his mouth. He kept his head bowed as he wiped, for if he raised his gaze, she would have seen the burning behind his eyes. Besides, he didn’t need any further humiliation. This illness his physicians couldn’t explain brought him enough shame. Having Madame Dupree recite Victor’s distaste for her didn’t help.

  “I’m sure if I’d said anything like that, it must have been under the influence of drink and not to be trusted as the truth,” he said. Despite the slowness of his speech, some of the words slurred. He hadn’t grown used to speaking from one side of his mouth yet. The physician said most cases of this type of palsy were temporary. Victor only had to wait it out.

  Margeaux Dupree balled up the paper, a copy of his correspondence, and threw it at him. “How dare you? You are penniless and in debt to your eyeballs. The mighty have fallen so damned far, but you would still impugn me when I’m all that stands between you and a life of destitution.” She moved closer, her hand reaching toward the damaged side of his face. He k
new she touched it, but the sensation was lost to him. “And now this...your beautiful face is ruined. Who else besides me will want to see this looking at them?”

  “I’ll manage.” Wait a few weeks, maybe a month or two.

  “You stand there before me with nothing, but you still turn me away.” Her voice dropped to a whisper toward the end. She leaned closer and, despite himself, Victor found himself growing aroused by her presence.

  Margeaux’s beauty couldn’t be denied. Crystal-blue eyes, porcelain skin and jet-black hair drew every man’s attention. Delicate bone structure and voluptuous breasts and hips. She was a walking fantasy, but something about her set Victor on edge. He tried to define what affected him the most, surprised when it boiled down to the sex they shared. He found her appetites too ravenous. Not natural.

  “I think it’s because you’ve been spoiled. So many women fawning over you. I can’t deny that even now, even with your damaged face, I find myself wanting you as much as I ever did.” She turned, putting her back to him. “But you need a lesson in humility. And I feel like being the one to deliver it to you.”

  When she turned back around, her eyes flashed at him. She despised him, yet was as drawn to Victor as a moth to a flame.

  “Madame, I think what we’ve had has reached its conclusion. You are best to find someone else to satisfy your whims while I take this time to seek a physician’s care. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  She stalked closer, her steps elegant and designed to draw a watcher’s eye. Seductive and mysterious. One of the reasons he’d first liaised with her. Now, Victor found himself fighting a shudder of revulsion whenever she touched him. Something about this woman...

  “One last kiss before I depart, Victor?”

  His mind rebelled, but he knew better than to deny her this one small thing. Victor opened his arms, and Margeaux stepped into his hold. Before he could take control, she grasped his neck and pulled him close.