“Dori…” he panted, eyes closing as she teased the skin between his cock and anus. “I’m gonna come. God, take it, cher. Take my cum.”
She cupped her other hand around his balls and tugged. Hot, liquid bursts of semen accompanied his shout of release. The sweet and sour taste of his cum hit the back of her tongue. His cock stroked over it, sliding through the viscous liquid.
He pumped his hips against her a few more times, thick, hard pulses of cum spurting down her throat while she continued to lave him with her tongue.
Finally, his hips stilled and he pulled his semi-hard shaft out of her mouth with a sigh. “You’ve about killed me,” he muttered, reaching down and drawing her to her feet. “Let’s see if I can return the favor.”
Sweeping her up in his arms, he took two steps and dumped her on the bed, laughing when she let out a small squeak. He quickly followed and, wasting no time, swept her panties off. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he put that sexy mouth of his to work.
Dori closed her eyes against the sensations building in her body. His hair-stubbled cheeks and chin rubbed against the bare flesh of her pussy, stinging her, adding to her building arousal. He was relentless, sucking on her clit, sweeping his tongue down her slit, seemingly desperate for her to find her own release. Heat flowed through her sex with each fiery caress.
He lightly tongued his way through her silky folds until he could suck her clit back into his mouth. He suckled it strongly, moaning against her flesh as she couldn’t restrain the helpless movement of her hips.
She needed a deeper connection, she needed to be filled.
As if he could sense her thoughts, he thrust his tongue into her passage, and she cried out. Her hands came to grasp his head, fingers threading through the thick strands. Boudreau pumped his tongue in and out of her cunt, flicking the hard tip against the sensitive walls.
Her orgasm crashed through her. She screamed and bucked against him. Her hands fell away and gripped the bedcover and her entire body tightened as if drawn by a wire. Even as she came down from the high, she realized Boudreau continued to lick through her folds.
“You taste so goddamned good.” He swiped from her snug opening up to her clit, then back down again. “Like honey. And cinnamon.” He groaned. “And woman.”
He slid a long, thick finger inside her. She gasped and clamped down around it. He pumped it gently and added a second finger.
Just as the unbearable tension was about to crest, he drew away from her, gentling her with soft kisses against her inner thighs. “Not yet, bébé,” he whispered, his breath hot against her swollen labia. “When you come again, I want your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Rearing back, he grabbed the condom packet from where he’d thrown it on the bed when he’d tossed her down. Ripping open the packet, he quickly rolled the condom over his cock, once again thick and hard.
He positioned the tip at the entrance to her body, slowly forcing his way past the swollen, clenching, slippery muscles of her cunt. “You make me feel like a teenager, cher. Mon Dieu!” he gasped as he worked his cock in an inch or so. “You are so goddamned tight an’ wet.”
He pulled away and thrust in again, one long, slow glide until his cock slid in to the hilt and his balls slapped against her rear. He slid his cock out until only the tip remained in her pussy. He moved one hand to her clit and gripped it lightly between thumb and forefinger, pulling on it, twisting it. He slammed his shaft back into her and they both moaned at the sensation.
He started rubbing her clit in hard little circles, first slowly, then faster. His cock pistoned in and out of her channel, stretching her, filling her. She felt the first ripples of her climax and fought it.
“Come with me, Dori,” he muttered, his teeth clenched. “Don’t fight it. I wanna feel your cunt squeezin’ my dick.”
His darkly whispered words sent her over the edge. With a heavy groan, he followed her, his cock jerking inside her as he found his own release.
He moved her legs gently down to the bed. He disposed of the condom in a bedside trash can and collapsed beside her, his arm a heavy weight across her stomach before he gathered her in his arms. “Mon Dieu, petite.” He sighed, moving his head to her breast and resting it there. Pressing a kiss to her nipple, he murmured, “I knew it would be magic.”
They rested in each other’s arms for long moments. Then Boudreau stirred against her, propping up on one elbow, his chin resting on his fist. Dark eyes searched hers. “Now, cher, about this whole witch business…”
Dori chewed on her lower lip. When he reached out and rubbed his thumb over her lip, freeing it from the punishment of her teeth, her breath hitched. “I just wasn’t sure you’d believe me.” She pulled her lip between her teeth again, then added softly, brokenly, “Or accept me.”
He brought his left hand up and combed his fingers through her hair, then cupped the back of her head. “I grew up on the bayou, Dori. I’ve seen a lot of things that are strange and wonderful.” Leaning down, he kissed her, lips moving over hers gently. “My Mamau dabbled a bit here and there. It’s no big deal.” He pulled back and gave her a stern look. “That’s not to say I’m happy you didn’t trust me.”
“It’s just…” She sighed and sifted her fingers through his chest hair. Keeping her eyes focused on her hand, she said, “I haven’t had the best track record, Jake. Other men haven’t been as…understanding as you.”
His big hand came under her chin and tilted her head. “Look at me.” When she stubbornly refused, he gently shook her chin. “Dori, look at me.”
When she raised her gaze to his, she felt tears well at the look of tenderness in his eyes. “I understand about lovin’ people who want to change you. I do.” He kissed her, a light meeting of lips, a deeper meeting of souls. “But I love you for who you are, cher. For what you are. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He swiped at two fat tears that rolled down her cheeks. “That doesn’t mean that you get to keep lyin’ to me.”
“I never—”
“Withholdin’ the truth is the same as lyin’.” He pressed her back onto the bed and loomed over her. “Promise me, Dori. I can’t help you, can’t protect you, if I don’t know the full truth. No more secrets.”
She cupped his face in her hands, breath catching as he pressed kisses into both of her palms. “I promise, Jake. No more secrets.”
With that vow, she knew she had to tell him one last thing. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Four
Jake came awake slowly and savored the feel of warm, womanly curves pressed against him. Dori lay on her side, her shapely buttocks snuggled against his groin, her head resting on his right arm. Early morning sun painted light and shadow across her soft skin and highlighted the fire in her hair.
Easing carefully away from her, he got off the bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom to take care of his full bladder. After washing his hands, he splashed water on his face and scrubbed his teeth. On his way back to rejoin Dori, he stopped to grab another condom from his pants’ pocket.
As the mattress dipped beneath his weight she murmured in her sleep. He lifted the sheet up and off and moved his eyes down the slender line of her back and legs.
He stared at her, amazed—not for the first time—at what the sight of her did to him. Her slender beauty drew him, gave him a nonstop hard-on and had his emotions closer to the surface than they’d been in years. He’d taken her several times since that first wild coupling, and still his cock thickened and lengthened at the sight of her.
If he had a hundred years, he’d never get enough of her.
Her heart-shaped ass drew his gaze…and his hands. He rubbed his palms over her silken buttocks and smiled when she made a faint sound. He hadn’t really wanted this now, this emotional entanglement with another person. But, here he was.
Entangled. Ensnared. Entranced.
Bewitched.
He smoothed his hands over her ass cheeks again, finally grasping the
m to pull them apart. Leaning forward, he licked a path to the soft folds of her cunt.
“Jake?” Her voice was raspy with sleep as she wriggled against his face.
He let her turn onto her back. “I didn’t spend enough time down here earlier, cher,” he murmured against her slit. He groaned as her pussy juices hit his tongue. “You taste…spicy an’ sweet, just the way I like it.”
Grabbing his pillow, he folded it in half. Lifting her hips, he placed the pillow under her buttocks so she was at a more accessible level. He pushed her legs apart and moved his tongue across the lips of her smooth pussy, delving between them to swipe over the swollen petals of her flesh with the flat of his tongue.
He pushed his tongue inside her, moving just the pointed tip around her opening. He felt her legs tremble, and he smiled against her, loving the feel of her rising passion. Moving his head slightly, he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled hungrily.
Her cries sounded in his ears, echoed in his burgeoning shaft. He was so hot, so ready to fuck. He wanted to slam his cock into her hard and deep, to take her with all the brutal lust inside him so that she’d feel empty without him there to fill her, so that she’d never want any other man but him.
Dori was his. He’d known it for a while, and once he’d gotten his cock in her pussy, there was no way he was letting her go. She was his. Before this day was through, before they went to face possible death, she’d know it, too.
She had told him she loved him; now she’d admit she was his as surely as he belonged to her.
He lapped at her soft folds, gentle strokes that had her grinding against his mouth, demanding more. She was sheened with sweat, panting as he tongued her. She tasted so damn good, he couldn’t help himself from stabbing his tongue into her channel as far as he could so he could draw her taste into the back of his throat.
His cock was so hard he felt as if it could drill through wood. He was on fire for her, and if he didn’t get inside her soon…but, first, he wanted to drive her crazy again. He plunged two fingers into her wet channel and sucked her clit back into his mouth.
“Jake!” She wailed his name, ending on a gasp when he scissored his fingers in her slick sheath. He flicked his tongue across her clit, tiny, quick taps that tightened her vagina around his plunging fingers.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” Dori pushed against his face. “More!”
Jake would have laughed if he could have, but his gut was so twisted with the taste and sight of her he could only groan as he complied with her demand. He added a third finger, pumping them into her grasping pussy fast and hard.
Her groan of arousal went straight to his straining cock, making it harder yet. He sucked on one of her outer labia, rasping his tongue over the sensitive flesh, then repeated the action on its twin. Dori gasped and curled her fingers into the bed sheets.
“Jake…”
He lifted his head and smiled slowly at the sight of her. Auburn hair spilled wildly around her face, which was pink with arousal. Her mouth was swollen and even as he watched she bit down on her lower lip.
“Tell me what you want, cher.” He blew softly on her clit. “Tell me, an’ I’ll give it to you.” He wiggled his fingers in her pussy for incentive.
“Oh, God,” she wailed, squirming against him. “God, Jake, please…”
“Tell me.” Merde, she had him so hot he felt like he was going to explode. He could barely talk through the constriction in his throat, a constriction that matched the death grip his cock had on the rest of his body.
Another wiggle of his fingers, and she shuddered around him.
“Suck my clit. Please, Jake, suck my clit.” Her voice ended on a shriek when he sucked her pleasure bud back into his mouth and drew on it with hard suction, knowing it would throw her over the edge.
She went over with a yell, bucking her hips so hard she nearly broke his neck. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers and she convulsed, crying out with pleasure.
Dori came down from the peak, feeling her pussy still gripping his fingers with small, soft spasms. She realized that Boudreau had moved up her body and now sucked hungrily on one of her nipples.
“You doin’ okay there, cher?” He switched to the other nipple, taking it gently between white teeth before drawing the nub into his mouth. His wicked fingers kept stroking into her slick passage, curling into her G-spot.
“Mmm. Oh, God, Jake—” She broke off on a gasp when he started sucking at her nipple, hard. She was so turned on she was ready to come again.
He moved his hand steadily, pushing his fingers in, pulling them out. In. Out. In. Out.
“Jake!” Dori wailed, thrashing her head against the pillows, canting her hips upward to give him better access.
“Am I hurtin’ you, cher?” he asked, his voice deep and dark, raspy with need.
“No, oh, God, no. It feels so good.”
“Help me here.” Withdrawing his hand from her pussy, he handed her a foil packet. She ripped it open with shaking fingers, nearly dropping it when his fingers once again started up their rhythm inside her. She fumbled, rolling the condom over his erection. Immediately, he pulled his fingers out and his cock burrowed into her pussy, the length thick and hard and hot. He pushed until he was in to the hilt, and she moaned at the fullness of his cock in her slick channel.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks heat from the word she’d only used before as an expletive. Never as a verb.
“Fuck you how, cher?” he asked, his voice a growl. “Soft an’ slow? Or hard an’ fast?”
“Hard and fast. Oh, God, I want you to fuck me hard.” Dori lifted against him, gasping when his cock slipped another inch inside her.
He gave a short, hard thrust, then pulled back slightly, only to push in deeper.
Boudreau flexed his hips and rammed into her, thrusting hard and fast, and, oh, God, so deep. He pounded into her so hard her breasts bounced and the headboard of the bed thumped against the wall. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room, the smell of their arousal permeated the air.
She stared at him with eyes she knew were wide with arousal and excitement. His own eyes were narrowed and gleaming with lust, his irises almost swallowed up by the black of his pupils. Sweat glistened on his bronzed shoulders and chest. Leaning forward, she swiped her tongue and licked up a bead of sweat rolling between his pectorals.
The action tightened her around his thick shaft and they both gasped. “Fuck me, Jake,” she whispered and leaned up until she could slide her hands around and grab his butt cheeks. She squeezed the hard flesh and rubbed her fingers over the sensitive skin between his buttocks.
Muttering a thick curse, he slowly pulled out and pushed his way back in.
Dori cried out at the easy thrusts of his thick cock, at the incredible building, spiraling need. He pulled his cock free by several inches before surging back inside her snug sheath.
“More,” she cried. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Rub your clit, bébé.” His voice was deep, guttural. “Rub it. Show me how you like it.”
Dori moaned and rubbed her fingers against her clit in short, hard circles. He growled her name and picked up the pace, fucking into her with hard, deep thrusts.
“You’re mine, Dori.” He plowed into her and held himself still. “Say it.”
“Jake.” Dori tried to push her hips against him, tried to get him to move. She could feel his balls pressing against her ass and it was driving her crazy.
“Say it, cher. Admit you belong to me, an’ I’ll give us both what we want.”
She stared into his eyes and saw the burning need there. Not just physical need, although she knew he felt that. The emotional need in his gaze was so strong it brought tears to her eyes. As much as she was his, he was hers. If he thought differently, she’d make sure he knew the truth before the day was done.
“I belong to you.” She moved both hands around to cup his neck. Drawing his face down to hers, she kissed him, pushing her
tongue inside the heated depths of his mouth. She pulled back enough to whisper, “And you belong to me.”
With a growl, he tunneled into her so fast and deep that she tumbled into an orgasm so intense she could barely breathe. Vaguely she heard Boudreau’s shout as he climaxed, and she felt the pulsing of his cock as his release jetted with hot spurts into the condom.
When he made to move off her, she murmured, “Stay.” She clasped her ankles around his thighs to hold him in place. “I want to stay just like this.”
“Like this?” he asked, and pumped his hips against her, pushing his cock deeper into the hot clasp of her body.
“Mmm…ahh.” She ran her fingers down the smooth skin of his back, drawing circles over his damp flesh. She loved his back—long, lean muscles she could curve her hands around.
“I’m too heavy for you, cher. You won’t be able to breathe.” He gently suckled one nipple, then the other.
She sighed and pressed his head down to rest against her chest. “I’ll breathe later.”
Dori roused, unsure of what woke her. She stretched against Boudreau, realizing that at some point he had pulled his cock free from her pussy and had taken care of the condom. His brawny arm lay heavily across her stomach. One hairy leg anchored hers to the bed. She stretched again, smiling at the pleasant ache in her muscles.
“It’s about time you woke up.”
She gasped and grabbed the covers, pulling them over her breasts. “Sabin! What…” She glanced at Boudreau, whose eyes were still closed. His chest rose and fell steadily. “What are you doing in here?” she whispered, glaring at the vampire.
“It is my house,” he whispered back. His face was somber, but his deep blue eyes held a mischievous twinkle. It was disconcerting, seeing that lightness of emotion in his intense eyes. As usual, he was clothed completely in black.
“Yes, well, we’re not exactly dressed for visitors.” She tried to glare harder. It was irritating when it seemed to have no effect. Damned vampire. Always acting so superior. It didn’t help that, with his level of magick, Sabin was superior.
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