He managed to tongue the words right out of my brain. My head fell back against the pillow
Elex’s teeth grazed the hot, tender bundle. The heat lanced through me. I wanted him to pierce me with his cock at that moment, and I opened my mouth to tell him so. Except, a third finger worked into my throbbing channel, and I gasped instead. The feeling of being filled and stretched was a relief, and it was followed by another graze of his teeth. I couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t move. I was almost there, without ever having his dick inside me.
A brush of magic wisped across my nipples, and in concert, he nipped my clit.
I came so hard I thought I was going to explode. My legs went weak as my body shook and shivered. I had no possession of myself. I felt the orgasm rolling through me, up and down, and back, and finally settling into my sex.
I threaded my fingers into Elex’s hair and yanked his head back from where he had nestled into my pussy. Drawing one of my fingers down his cheek, I stared at him. “Elex…”
“Did you like that, my sweet?”
“Yes, oh fuck yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes. Get your cock inside me!”
He wrapped one hand around my waist and used the fingers of his other hand to probe the depths of my sex once again. I let out a few puffs of breath, trying to control my desire. This was wanton. This was the way I had wanted to be taken. I never thought that something like this could be enjoyable, but oh, Gods and stars it was.
Crawling up the bed, he captured my lips with a blistering kiss, his tongue unforgiving and his flavor burned into my memory.
His hand disappeared from my clit for a moment and was replaced by the probing tip of his erection. The hardened shaft pressed against me and the sensitive skin of my opening convulsed, throwing sparks through my body and pearling my nipples once again.
“Elex!”
“For you, Kimber.”
His dick slammed home, hard, deep, and blunt but with an odd sense of care. I swallowed the shriek I wanted to let rip from my throat. His thrusts bordered on merciless, but never quite crossed the line, and he filled and stretched me to breaking.
His fingers had prepared me well. If he had just driven home, there would have been no pleasure for me. This way, having come, having the wetness from sex already coating me made everything that much better, that much more pleasurable.
Driving hard, he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other holding a breast as though it were the most precious thing ever.
I pressed back, encouraging him to go harder, go faster. I could feel my climax rising with each slam of his shaft in my depths, the rock of his balls against my ass. I needed more of that, more of him, and I spread my legs further, allowing more of him to hit against me.
The sound of his skin slapping mine, the sexual sounds of being fucked, echoed from the walls around us. I didn’t care if they heard us. I needed this. I needed Elex to keep pounding at me, making me chase the climax I so desperately wanted at the end of his cock.
“Harder, Elex. Harder.”
I surprised myself with those words.
“Greedy pussy,” he panted but took up my challenge. I almost let a yelp slip out when he slammed so hard my teeth shook. “That’s what you want? You want my cock to bottom out in you every time? You want me to stuff every last inch of my dick in your cunt?”
“Fuck me, Elex.” I was breathless.
He pulled out, and I whimpered. I hadn’t come yet.
Instead of completely withdrawing from the bed, he grabbed my hip and flipped me over.
“Bend over, ass in the air.”
I moved immediately, nearly folding myself in half. With delightful and incredible accuracy, he speared himself back into my pussy. He started to saw in and out of my sex. Without warning, he grabbed my leg off the ground and pulled it back around his waist.
His next thrust let him in deeper than I could have hoped. The cold air that greeted my clit after each deep push contrasted with the heat of his cock and balls. Even if someone walked into the apartment, leaned against the wall, and started watching us, I wouldn’t care.
My climax was right there, and I desperately yearned for it.
Elex’s finger flicked against the hot bundle of nerves, and I was brought to the precipice. He slammed home and scraped back out against my G-spot deep inside. My whole body, sweating and hungry for release, shivered and shook. Another touch, this time a press against the heated button, and a hard slam of cock to the very root inside me.
The orgasm erupted through all of me, the release blinding me and rendering me deaf as well. The ringing in my ears nearly covered the sexual slap of his cock and the swear words that tripped off his lips as he spilled his cum deep inside me.
“Fuck! Kimber!”
His last few thrusts were short, sharp, and slow to withdraw. He dropped my leg on the bed and just held my hips against him as his erection slowly retreated and slowly withdrew from my pussy.
We collapsed forward on the bed, Elex wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me close, cuddling me.
I could barely keep my eyes open. I was so wonderfully exhausted from his relentless fucking.
I was satisfied.
I only just managed to look up and gasp.
“Elex. Look.”
“Hmm?” The grin on his face was ridiculous and wonderful.
“Look up.”
He rolled a bit to look up at the ceiling, and I felt him jerk a bit in shock. “Are those—”
“Binding threads.”
“They look like ropes. Giving me ideas.”
I slapped his arm. “They’re binding threads, dirty bird. We’re true mates. We can ask those to bind us if we want to. Right now.”
Elex looked slightly terrified for a moment. “Kimber—”
“No, sexy. Not right now. But the magic approves of us. We are true mates, and when we’re ready, we can bind ourselves to one another.”
“It approved of that filth?”
I rolled in his arms and kissed his nose. “I don’t care if it approved of what we did—I approved of it, my beast.”
“Mmm, good. I was slightly afraid…”
“Nope. Loved it.” I grinned. “We’ll have to do it again soon.”
He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was rising again. “Very soon.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
~ GWYNNORE ~
There are unsaid rules about biting a vampire. Like, you don’t fucking do it without their permission. Blood is life. And the consequence of said action could be horrible if you weren’t prepared for a life-changing day.
Like finding your damn soul mate.
But since the lord hadn’t passed out on the floor from his first brutal gulp of my blood, it wasn’t an issue here. One problem averted. Thank fuck.
What was an issue? I hadn’t had sex in…
Well, hundreds of years thanks to my Rest.
And even though I was terrified, locked in his unyielding, furious grip, a new frenzy took over my mind, flooding in like pure bliss. His heated mouth pulling my blood into his body like he couldn’t get enough of it was ambrosia to my skin, to the cells inside my body as they burned with need, my thoughts as I envisioned what his mouth could do in other places.
I stopped struggling inside his hold.
And his arms relaxed against me.
His gulps turned into succulent sips, the burn of his pull lessening from excruciating agony to the point of delicious pain. The strong muscles in Lord Belshazzar’s chest flexed against my back as he gentled his hold even further, his fist in my hair relaxing to cup my tilted head softly.
With fire burning inside my cold soul, a moan escaped my lips. I cut off short and struggled to contain myself. This was a damn ancient vampire—and lord—pressed up against me. I could not do what my body was screaming to do with him. I tried to stiffen in his arms as I took my punishmen
t for rifling through his private belongings to fortify my libido against his vampire bite…and sexy as sin body holding mine.
His lush lips curled into a smile against my flesh.
My brows puckered at his flirty attitude.
I was trying to behave. But…
Lord Belshazzar pressed his lower half against my backside, aligning our bodies despite our height difference.
Air lodged in my throat.
A fine as hell erection was pressed against my ass.
A hard, hard, big fucking cock.
“Oh my…fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving up the fight within myself. My ass started rubbing instantly against his dick trying to get friction where I needed it the most. “What the hell are you packing in there? Jesus.”
His fangs retreated from my flesh, but he didn’t lick over the wound to seal the two cuts. He allowed my two hot lines of my blood to run down my neck, keeping my head tilted to the side with his hand, and watching the crimson liquid flow gently from my body with his ice blue eyes. Thick black lashes fluttered as he peeked up into my gaze, his regard amused…and full of lust.
With a slight tilt of his lips, a sultry grin just for me, Lord Belshazzar murmured quietly, “Tell me, Gwen, are you sure you want to do this with me? You’re still very young.”
I snorted. “I’m almost a thousand years old.”
“Yes. Young.” He dipped his head right when I started to feel woozy from the blood loss and licked over the two bites, closing the wounds. The lord pressed two soft kisses over each mark, delicious brushes of the sweetest lips, before rising to his full height. He was almost a foot taller than I was and towered over me, not only in height, but also in power and prestige. As he turned me inside his hold to face him, he asked once more—simply and bluntly, “Yes or no. Think before you answer.”
I stared up into his blue eyes framed by the most beautiful eyelashes, thick, black, and curled naturally. They were the same length as mine. My blue gaze continued to watch his blue gaze as I truly thought this through. I asked with honesty and curiosity, “How old are you?”
He tsked. “You know that’s not polite to ask.”
“And you know it’s not when in this situation.” My lips twitched, actually enjoying his evasion of the question. I had to try, too curious about his age. “Is this against the rules for a candidate?”
Still blunt and to the point. “It’s frowned upon, but not against the rules. I would prefer no one know about it, though.”
“Same here.” I nodded absently. The last thing I would need was for people to think I was getting special treatment. My head cocked in curiosity. “Is it because of the bite? Is that why you want to fuck me?”
“No, I want to fuck you because I’m attracted to you.” His black brows rose. “Are you done with the twenty questions now?”
My eyes ran over his features slowly. Besides the five o’clock shadow covering his jaw, we looked a lot alike. One feminine, one masculine. He was built for seduction. I snickered softly and shook my head a little. “We’re both very vain since we find each other attractive.”
His lips curled up on one side in a teasing smile. “Ah, so you do find me attractive. I truly hadn’t figured that out yet. You hide it well.” He sniffed the air, his eyes flooding red. “I should have known, though. Your arousal hasn’t disappeared, even after my bite ended.”
“Not polite,” I grouched.
“I’m simply stating the truth.” He bent at the waist and placed his face in front of mine, the tip of his nose a mere inch from mine. “Answer my question. Yes or no. If it’s a no, I’ll need to ask you to leave. We’ll deal with the third Challenge in the morning when we’re both in a different…mood.”
My own eyes charged with lust, burning as red as his, my breaths coming in short pants. “Yeah, I want you. I want this.”
“Yes?” An arrogant black brow lifted.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
~ GWYNNORE ~
Lord Belshazzar blurred as soon as the word ‘yes’ exited my mouth. His strong arms tightened around my hips, and he lifted me straight off my feet with dizzying speed. Wind whipped through my hair, blowing the black strands into the lord’s chiseled features, but he didn’t seem to mind. No, not when he flattened me on my back, laying me on top of the fur rug, the flames of the fire only inches from our bodies. His heavy and warm weight pressed down over every inch of me. From the tips of my toes to the crown of my head, the lord’s cinnamon scent and his hard-muscled frame enveloped me.
I shook the dizziness from my head and glanced at the flames so close by. Then I peered up into his burning red eyes. Out of breath from the rush, I panted, “You like to live on the dangerous side, huh?”
His lips curved in pleasure. “Oh, yes.” His gaze ran over my features. “Are you all right now?”
I removed one hand from the death grip I had on his shoulders and rubbed my forehead a bit. Sheepish, I mumbled, “You move a lot faster than I do. Just got a little dizzy. I’m fine now.”
“I move a lot faster than most. But the blood loss didn’t help you either.” He dipped his head, narrowing his eyes on mine. “Are you sure you can handle me? Like I said, you are young still.”
I glowered. “Shut up.”
His lips twitched, though his resentful gaze didn’t waver, confusing me some. “Don’t puke on me.”
I scoffed, “I would never—”
Wind rushed and the room tilted in a mad rush.
Reality twisted and curved as we moved.
I squealed. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Suddenly, we were in the same position again.
Except we were butt ass naked.
My mouth flapped like a darn idiot. I couldn’t stop blinking past the stars in my eyes. And I was certain I had a little drool hanging out of the side of my mouth. I sputtered, “Huh?”
The lord’s chuckle was quiet and devious. One long finger wiped against my cheek—yes, drool—and he stated calmly, “I was slow earlier. That’s how fast I can really move.”
With the back of my right hand, I quickly rubbed my cheek for any remaining drool. I continued to blink until he completely came back into focus. My eyes took a slow gander at all the hard olive-colored flesh I could see over me. It was only his shoulders, but they were damn perfect. I sucked in a sharp breath and leveled my eyes with his, desire spreading out to my fingertips for this vampire. They itched to touch all of his skin.
I growled, “I hope your end game tonight isn’t that quick.”
Those perfect shoulders shook slightly, barely containing his amusement. But…he was still glaring down at me. His manner was a heady mixture of emotions he was throwing at me. The lord whispered slowly, “There’s nothing quick about my end game, Gwen. You’ll enjoy tonight. I have no worries there.”
His fiery red gaze lowered. Almost on me.
The heat from his flesh was better than the sun.
I shivered as his red lips landed on mine.
Decadent and sinful.
His lips were made by the devil. They had to be.
They melded against mine and consumed.
Brush after brush, he hungered. For me.
That was how it felt, at least, and I let myself drown in the heady feeling, a need of two hundred years exploding inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his flesh, moaning against his plump lips. His tongue met mine with the same fervor I gave—and needed.
One large hand ran down my shoulder, squeezing hard enough to bruise. I relished it, arching up against his naked frame. The lord pressed back down, challenging me in strength and winning. He kept me pinned under him, grinning against my cheek when he moved from my mouth, eliciting a whine from deep within my chest.
“Hush, little one,” he whispered against my flesh. The lord peppered my cheeks, my forehead, and my closed eyes last, with reverent kisses. “I’ll give you everything you need.”
I gripped hi
s hair with my fists, bringing his mouth back to mine. I stared up into his fiery gaze. “It’s been so long. I need—”
“I know how long it’s been for you,” he interrupted. His hair fell down around the sides of his face from my fingers messing it up, fanning my face in a curtain of deep midnight black. The lord’s lips quirked against mine, holding himself just a breath away from my mouth. “You were at Rest. Don’t doubt me. I’ll give you what you need.”
I sighed in relief and then squirmed under him. “Please hurry.”
His chuckle was deep and masculine. “Now you want it ‘quick’?”
“You know what I mean,” I grouched. I lifted my head off the fur rug and attacked his teasing mouth with mine. His resultant groan satisfied me to the marrow. “Fuck me hard, my lord. Fuck me hard.”
He groaned again. Long…and hard.
Lord Belshazzar escaped my gripping hands on his head in a blur, and then he was sucking greedily on my right breast. Hungry. Hungry for me.
I screamed in pleasure and pressed my chest up against his mouth, wanting all he had to give. “Yes, my lord!”
“Bel,” he panted, his lips moving to my other breast. “You may call me Bel.” The lord flicked a glare up at my eyes, even as his tongue made a slow glide around my left nipple. “But only when I give you permission.”
I moaned at the sensations he was inflicting on my person. “Bel, you’re a cocky bastard.”
Tiny little bites, his fangs slicing gently into my heaving breasts. He licked the blood, holding my gaze, watching as I shuddered at the crimson color coating his tongue with each lick.
The lord whispered, “I am the worst, Gwen. The sooner you learn that, the better.”
I already knew that.
I squirmed under him again. “Lower.”
“I’m getting there.” His eyes left mine and lowered to my breasts again. With gentle hands, he cupped each small globe…and squeezed brutally.
My shout echoed inside the room. A shiver wracked my entire frame, holding me paralyzed with the beautiful sensation. He could stay there as long as he wanted, as long as he kept playing my body like a dream. Too long, I had been without physical contact. An overload of senses overtook me as he sucked and nibbled and played with my breasts—as if he were as mesmerized as I was. His words and expression might be harsh, but his actions were saying otherwise. The hunger in his actions, barely banked, was on the cusp of breaking.
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