Forbidden Addiction (Forbidden, Book #4)

by R. L. Kenderson

  Quentin laughed and moved closer until they were right next to each other. “Never,” he said. Then, he kissed Hunter.

  Holy shit, was his first thought.

  He’d kissed and been kissed before, but it had never felt like this. Quentin’s mouth was larger than any females’ he’d previously made out with. His tongue was forceful and dominant, and his beard scraped Hunter’s face. Most significant was that Hunter was hard in two-point-five seconds, something that had never happened in the presence of females.

  The difficult thing was that Hunter had no idea what to do in this situation. He’d never kissed a male before. Thanks to society, he knew what to do with a woman, but there was no guy talk about making out with another guy.

  It was a good thing that Quentin knew what he wanted because he used one hand to guide Hunter’s fingers to his cock while Quentin wrapped his own around Hunter’s.

  Hunter almost came in his pants. That had never happened to him, not even in high school.

  Hunter slightly pulled away. “We have to stop,” he said between breaths. When Quentin frowned, he clarified, “Otherwise, I might make a mess.”

  Quentin grinned and moved his hand away but not before he kissed Hunter again. “Damn, you taste good.”

  Hunter realized he still had Quentin’s erection in his hand and blushed as he drew his hand away.

  The wolf took pity on him and said, “Come on, let’s go back to the group. I’m sure they have all kinds of theories about what we are talking about.”

  Turned out, no one said anything to either of them. They just welcomed them back. And, now that everything was out in the open between Hunter and Quentin, it was definitely true that they were on a date.

  Quentin touched him whenever he had the chance, it seemed, and if another male came up to introduce himself to Hunter, Quentin made sure that the male knew exactly who Hunter had arrived with and who he was going home with. Hunter just wasn’t sure if that going home was going to be Quentin dropping him off or if something more was going to happen.

  When it was closing time, Hunter didn’t know what he was going to do for the rest of the night. For him, it was like the middle of the afternoon. There were still several hours before the sun came up.

  They said good-bye to Quentin’s friends and got in his car. As they left, Hunter could tell that Quentin was taking him home by the direction he was going. The vampires lived in St. Paul, whereas the shifters, both wolf and cat, lived on the Minneapolis side.

  Hunter looked over at Quentin several times. Am I gutsy enough to let the wolf know I want more than just a kiss in the back of a bar?

  He thought back to the girls he’d dated. He wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but now, he realized it was because he hadn’t really cared if they turned him down or not. But he didn’t want Quentin to reject him.

  “So, did you have fun tonight?” the shifter asked.

  “I did. Your friends are great. And they didn’t care that I was a vampire.”

  Quentin smiled at him before turning his eyes back to the road. “In my experience, shifters are less prejudiced than the other way around.”

  Yeah, Hunter had heard the same thing.

  They drove the rest of the way in silence, and as they grew closer to the compound, Hunter knew he was losing his chance to make a move. He had been so busy ruminating in his head that he hadn’t even realized they had arrived until Quentin parked and opened his door to get out.

  He left the vehicle running, so Hunter didn’t take that as a good sign.

  Hunter got out of his own side of the car as Quentin walked around. Before Hunter could say anything, Quentin pulled him close and kissed him again. It felt different because he was taller than the wolf, which was more apparent with both of them standing. He had to lean down to kiss the male but not as much as any female he’d kissed.

  Quentin thrust his tongue in Hunter’s mouth, and Hunter took the opportunity to suck on it. He couldn’t believe how good Quentin tasted. He wanted to kiss him all night. Hunter rubbed his erection against Quentin, shocked for a second when he encountered another hard-on.

  This male-on-male-kissing thing was going to take some getting used to. Hunter grabbed Quentin’s dick and squeezed. He wanted to see the male naked. He almost came in his pants again, just thinking about it.

  Hunter groaned, and Quentin ended the kiss.

  Hunter reached for the wolf again, but Quentin put his arms up to stop him.

  “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

  Hunter was confused. “Why? I thought you liked it.”

  Quentin smiled. “Oh, I do.” He stepped forward, touching Hunter on his chest. “But you just came to some conclusions tonight. While you think everything is all figured out right now, part of that is the honeymoon phase. Tomorrow, you’re going to wake up, and you might feel the same. But you might also feel differently. I don’t want you to regret anything we did tonight, okay? I don’t want you thinking that I took advantage of you. I don’t want to think that I took advantage of you.”

  Hunter opened his mouth to protest, but Quentin shook his dark head.

  Hunter closed his mouth, and the shifter smiled.

  He kissed Hunter one last time and walked around to the driver’s side. He rolled down the passenger window as he put his car in park. “To be continued,” he said with a grin before he sped off into the night.

  DANTE SLOWLY OPENED his eyes to see Phoenix kneeling next to him on the bed. With half-lidded eyes, he watched her as she touched his belly where he’d come all over himself, and then she slowly brought her fingertips to her mouth and sucked on them.

  It took everything in him not to groan, afraid that he would scare her.

  She glanced over to his face, and a guilty look crossed over hers.

  He released his grip on the headboard and put a hand on her arm. “Hey, you can do whatever you want with me.”

  She smiled, and all the guilt melted away.

  He looked down at himself. “I should probably go clean up though.” His semen was starting to get cold.

  “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry,” Phoenix said as she started to get off the bed. “I’ll go get a towel.”

  “Don’t bother. Just grab my shirt off the floor,” he told her. It was closer and already dirty anyway.

  She grabbed his tee off the floor and brought it over to him. He held out his hand, but she shook her head.

  “Do you mind if I do it?”

  Surprised but feeling lucky, he told her, “Sure.”

  She used his T-shirt to gently wipe his chest and stomach off. When she was done, he took it from her and threw it in his closet where he’d put it in his hamper later.

  When he looked back at Phoenix, she was frowning at his groin.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “You’re still hard. How is that possible?”

  What kind of losers has she been with? “Well, I find myself pretty much hard whenever I’m around you.”

  “But you just orgasmed.”

  He chuckled again. “It doesn’t matter.” Since she didn’t seem to mind that he was naked and it might be a good thing for him to stay this way for as long as possible so that she’d get used to him, he put his arms behind his head. “Besides, I’ve always been a two-times-in-a-row kind of guy.”

  Phoenix hissed. Like a cat.

  Dante felt his eyes widen. “Holy shit, did you just hiss at me?” he said the words out of shock, but he was worried that she’d think he’d said them out of anger. He brought an arm down and cautiously grabbed her hand. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Just because I can come twice in a row doesn’t mean I would ever do that to you if you were not comfortable with it.”

  Here he’d thought that they’d made a breakthrough tonight, and he’d just set them back. Him and his big mouth.

  “I wasn’t trying to brag or anything. I apologize.”

  “What?” she said, confusion on her face. “Oh no,” she said with a laugh. “
I’m not worried. Just a little…um…uh…” She scrunched up her nose, pursed her lips, and grunted. “I’m jealous, okay?”

  “Jealous?”

  “Yes,” she said, shaking his hand off hers and throwing her hands in the air.

  “But…why?”

  “I keep picturing you coming twice.”

  “So?”

  She gave him a dirty look.

  “Oh. I get it. With other—” He was going to say females but stopped when her eyes narrowed. He grabbed her hand again and pulled her on top of him. He rolled them over until he could look down at her face. “I’m sorry. I can’t change the past.”

  She sighed, and some of the anger left her face. “I know. I keep thinking about that first time I offered to feed you. ‘When I feed, I fuck,’ you said.”

  Dante closed his eyes and winced. Damn. He opened his eyes and made sure to meet hers. “When I said that, I was mad. I’m sorry. I should have never spoken those words to you. And you know that’s not true. I feed from you all the time, and we don’t have sex.”

  Phoenix looked away from him. “Yeah, but that’s probably only with me.”

  Huh?

  It took him a second, but he finally figured out that she felt insecure.

  Oh, Phoenix.

  Dante was stunned as hell, but this wasn’t about him. “Hey.”

  Phoenix continued to stare at the ceiling.

  “Hey,” he said again. “Phoenix, look at me.”

  She met his eyes reluctantly, according to how long it had taken her to meet his gaze.

  “It’s not true. You’re not the only one, okay? As my position as a Guardian, I actually do it quite often. I can’t have civilians get attached to me because I’m a Guardian. Not trying to brag. By the way, it’s my position they’re attracted to, not me. The point is, I said that feed-and-fuck thing because I was angry. I was feeling vulnerable, and I took my resentment out on you. I’m sorry.”

  “Apology accepted,” she said somewhat halfheartedly.

  Then, because he felt words would no longer do him justice, he kissed her. Gently but thoroughly, trying to let her know that he meant what he’d said.

  He broke the kiss when he started to rub against her, and he remembered he was still naked.

  “Dante?”

  “Yes?”

  “I want you to have sex with me while you feed from me.”

  He put his forehead against hers and groaned. He wanted that so badly, but he couldn’t let her do something like that out of jealousy. When they made love, he wanted it to be because they both wanted it and for the right reasons.

  “Soon, Red,” he told her.

  “But I’m feeling good, and I think I’m ready,” she said as she arched against him.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. Crucial moment here. He couldn’t say no because she would definitely feel rejected. But he refused to agree to have sex with her and have her regret it later. He needed a perfect compromise.

  “I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

  She opened her mouth, and he held up a finger.

  “But I would love to make you feel good in another way.”

  She considered this. “Like how I made you feel good?”

  “Yes. A little tit for tat.”

  She frowned.

  “But not because I owe you. I’ve been wanting to do this forever.”

  That seemed to make her happy because she smiled. “Okay. But I don’t know if anything will happen. You know, like me having an orgasm.”

  “Why don’t you let me worry about that?” Dante said as he got off the bed. He went and grabbed his jeans and slipped them on.

  “Why are you getting dressed?”

  “I’m just putting my jeans on,” he told her as he walked back over to the bed. “I know you said you’re ready, but just in case you start to feel nervous, I want you to know that I’m not naked.”

  “Okay,” she said, not arguing with him. Maybe she realized that she wasn’t quite as ready as she had thought she was.

  “Can I undress you?”

  She bit her lip. “Yes?”

  “Everything or bottoms only?”

  She thought about this for a few seconds. “Bottoms only, please.”

  He nodded and knelt on the bed, parting her legs. He leaned forward and kissed her again. He could tell that she was nervous, so he kissed her until some of the tension left her body. When he went to break the kiss, she pulled him back and kissed him again.

  He moved to end their kiss a second time, and she let him this time. He lifted up her shirt, only to the bottom of her ribs and kissed her belly. He kissed the middle and the sides until she started to melt under him.

  Only then did he undo her pants. He got them unzipped and kissed her lower. Over her hips and her pubic bone, using his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. Her breathing got heavier and heavier, so he slowly pulled her pants and underwear down her legs and off her feet.

  He kissed each sole and then moved up her calves to her knees. He kissed each leg as he moved higher. As he reached her thighs, he gradually spread her legs and looked upon his prize.

  She was pink and wet and covered in red-and-black curls to match her head. She had more hair than the vampires he’d been with and definitely more than the few humans he’d fucked, who shaved themselves bald. But he liked it. It was so…Phoenix. There was no other way to describe it.

  He kissed up her thighs, and when he reached the juncture in her legs, he heard her take in a breath, as if she was waiting for what he’d do next. He gently parted her lips and licked inside her.

  Fuck, she tastes good. Spicy and hot.

  It took Dante several seconds to realize that Phoenix had a death grip on his hair. He thought maybe he’d gone too far, but instead of pulling him away, she pushed him back between her legs. That was all he needed to go to town and feast on her.

  She made mewling noises as he ate her out. He made sure not one part of her was neglected. He licked inside her, he sucked on her lips, and he paid extra special attention to her clit.

  When he felt like she was ready, he slid his middle finger inside her and immediately groaned against her pussy. She was tight on one digit. He couldn’t imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around his cock.

  One thing was for sure. They’d have to do this many times until he made sure that she could take him without any pain. She might be sore and tender after they had sex, but he didn’t want her to hurt.

  Dante began to fuck her with his finger as he sucked on her clit. He wanted her to get a little taste of what it would feel like for him to be inside her. She dug her nails into his scalp, and he couldn’t help but smile. She was so into what he was doing; she didn’t realize that she was practically drawing blood.

  Dante pushed his finger in as far as he could without causing her discomfort and bent his finger up toward him to rub on the spongy area inside her that he knew would make her come.

  He released her clit, wishing he had two mouths as he kissed his way over to the top of her inner thigh. He sucked on her there, feeling for her pulse to make sure that he would miss her artery and hit her vein. When he was sure that he was where he needed to be and that Phoenix was getting closer to coming, Dante sank his fangs into her leg and sucked on her delicious blood.

  She’d said she wanted to have sex while he fed from her. He figured this was pretty damn close.

  Phoenix was practically riding his hand, so he withdrew his fangs and licked her closed. He barely even touched her clit again, and she exploded, coming all over his finger and squeezing him so tightly that he was sure it was turning blue.

  Her orgasm went on and on, and Dante again cursed the lazy fucks who’d had sex with her. Their loss was his gain though because he got to be the first one to make her come.

  When he was sure her orgasm had waned, he withdrew his finger and moved beside her to collapse on the bed. He grabbed one of his pillow shams and placed it over her naked body, cur
sing himself for not thinking of finding something to cover her with before they’d started.

  “Holy shit,” she said between pants. She slowly regained her breath.

  Dante looked at her and smiled. “Yeah,” he agreed.

  She pushed the pillow off her lap, rolled on her side, and curled up to him. “So, when can we do that again?”

  LEXINE LIGHTLY PUSHED on the gas pedal, keeping the car at ten miles per hour, as she moved closer to her target.

  After feeding from Sterling again a few nights before, she felt more like herself and back to her normal strength, physically and mentally. She had spent all day coming up with a plan in between the forced naps that she made herself take. She wasn’t going to go into any situation weak again.

  The first step of her plan was to hire a private detective. There were a few vampire private eyes she could have hired, but she’d ultimately decided to go with a human. Lucas and the others would find a human less threatening, and a human could go out during the day. She needed to find out where her parents were being held. Someone from Lucas’s group had to own property or had to be related to someone who owned property where they were keeping her parents. She didn’t really think anyone in the group would keep her parents at their own homes, but she had looked anyway. There had been no trace of them.

  Lennox had gone to their parents’ home and hadn’t found anything. Lexine had thought about going out there, too, but she already knew who had taken her parents. She had hoped that maybe Lennox would find something that showed they had been kidnapped and report it to Dante. But Lucas and his gang were smart. There were no signs of foul play or anything amiss.

  So, now, Lexine had moved on with her plan. She inched her way toward Steve’s house, hoping to find him and Analeigh there. She didn’t technically live there, but she spent most of her nights at her boyfriend’s. Lexine was hoping for a two-for-one deal.

  She was driving at a snail’s pace because she didn’t know if Lucas would be there. She did not need him sensing her. She doubted he was at the house. But she wasn’t going to assume anything.