Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance

by Ashley Jennifer

  She stopped when the crown hit the furthest point it could go and opened her eyes and looked down at him. She traced patterns on his chest with her fingers, and he almost growled at her. He didn’t want teasing. He wanted thrusting. Hot, sweaty, dirty, thrusting.

  He inched his hips downwards. She grabbed them.

  “No.”

  He did growl now.

  She eased her grip. “I’m in control.”

  She didn’t sound sure so he nodded to reassure her. She hesitated and then looked down at his stomach.

  “You can’t come.”

  “I beg your pardon?” He had surely misheard her. She couldn’t possibly be expecting him to make love to her and pull out before climaxing. She had spent the past god knew how long pushing him to the brink. She would be lucky if he could stop himself from flipping her onto her back and fucking her raw.

  “I said you can’t come.” Her voice was small, almost too quiet for him to hear it, and then she lifted her head and spoke clearly. “You can’t climax until I let you.”

  Payne groaned in anguish but his incubus side lit up, excited by the proposition. Dirty little fucker. He had thought that side of him would have been the one to complain about what she wanted from him, not his vampire one. He had never been into this sort of crap. Normally his incubus side hated not being in control.

  Funny. It had been purring for her since she had started playing dominant to his submissive.

  Payne really hoped it wasn’t a mate thing, because that would mean that at some point in this sordid affair, he had started considering the possibility of binding himself to Elissa.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he choked out when she moved on him, settling harder on his cock, her slippery heat encasing him.

  She smiled very wickedly. “Oh, I know... incubus.”

  Payne groaned again, already straining, too hot for her. His powers of attraction might not work on her but he was still a slave to them and his nature, and both incubi and vampires made piss-poor submissives. He had done his best so far but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take, and what she wanted from him might just push him over the edge and into dangerous territory for them both.

  “If you refuse to do this, then I have no choice but to tie you up and gratify myself while you watch, and I will get very imaginative about the methods I use... but I won’t touch you or untie you until the moon has risen and set three times. I’ll make you watch me the whole time.”

  Holy hell. His cock pulsed inside her. Was she trying to make him explode right now? The thought of spending three days at her mercy, without her easing his burden by laying her hands or mouth or any part of her on him, all the while teasing him by pleasuring herself, had him burning hotter and hotter. All of him screamed to obey. He could do this. Couldn’t he?

  “I want you.” She shifted on his cock and he clenched the midnight blue satin sheets in his fists, trying to keep control. “But I can’t let you have all of me. Understood?”

  Too well. “You’re cruel. It isn’t fair. I need you too.”

  Fear lit her eyes and she went to dismount. Payne seized her hips and stopped her. Damn, he knew that it was going to be nigh on impossible to stop himself from climaxing but he would do all that he could. He needed a safety net though.

  Payne lifted Elissa off him. Disappointment replaced the fear in her eyes.

  “I get it.” She looked small as she curled up on the bed beside him, a contrast to the woman who had just been playing dom with him.

  Payne teleported to his jeans, grabbed the condom from his wallet, and teleported back to the bed, landing hard beside her. He waggled the foil packet at her.

  “We can play, Sweetheart, but I won’t guarantee I will be able to completely hold off. I can’t. I will reach a point of no return and my hunger will take over and demand satisfaction.”

  She looked wary.

  “You’ve never dealt with an incubus before, have you?” He frowned at her and stroked his hand down his cock, keeping it hard for her. The feel of her juices coating him was enough to have him hard as steel again.

  She shook her head.

  Payne smiled to reassure her. She was crazy for leaping into this without knowing what would inevitably happen at some point.

  “Under the best of circumstances, asking me to do this is like asking me to stop my heart beating. Impossible. This isn’t the best of circumstances. This is the worst.” He couldn’t believe that he was going to say this and he wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but he needed to put it out there. “I haven’t been inside a woman in nearly a century.”

  Her eyes widened, wonderfully startled. “A man?”

  He shot that one down with a glare and pink tinted her cheeks again.

  “Why?” she whispered and her eyes darted between his, searching them for the reason.

  “Just because.” He didn’t have a reason to give her, not one that wouldn’t reinforce what she already felt about him.

  Her eyes narrowed and he again had the feeling she was seeing right through him, down to his tainted soul.

  “You wanted to erase that part of you. You wanted to make it go away and you couldn’t, so you chose to deny your incubus hungers in the hope it would fade away... you really hate it, don’t you?”

  Too close to the mark. Payne glanced away, settling his eyes on the ceiling. He could feel her staring still, probing and opening wounds that stung. He wanted her to drop the subject and accept what he had said. Some part of him had thought she would be pleased that he hadn’t been with a woman this way in a very long time, but he wanted to do this with her.

  What the hell did that mean anyway? Was he already too far gone to save himself? That phantom’s words still haunted him.

  He dropped his gaze to Elissa and the softness of her expression took his breath away. Only one other woman had ever looked at him like that and he didn’t want to draw parallels between her and Elissa. It hurt too much.

  “We don’t have to do this.” Her voice was small but he felt as though she had shouted that.

  “Oh, little witch, we’re doing this.” Payne grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock, forcing her to stroke. When she began moving her hand, he released her and let her continue, his length hardening for her again.

  “Are you doing this just to get the ring for your friend?”

  Now wasn’t the best time for questions, they broke his concentration and he needed all of it to mentally and physically prepare himself for what Elissa proposed, but he would answer this one.

  He looked into her eyes and hid nothing from her, because she looked as though this had stopped being a game for her too and she felt as lost and uncertain as he did.

  “No.”

  A tiny smile curved her lips and she stroked him harder, tearing a groan from his throat that ended on a growl.

  He took her hand away.

  “I’ll do my best to hold back my hunger.” He tore the condom packet open, took it out and rolled it onto his cock.

  “But that defeats the purpose of this.”

  Payne felt like asking whether the purpose of this night was ever anything other than her getting into his pants but held his tongue.

  “Fine, you’ll get your taste of my incubus side, Witch.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his body. She straddled his hips and sat back, her heat trapping his cock between their bodies. “But I warn you that if my markings change colour, you have to stop. Promise me.”

  She swallowed and nodded. When he had warned her about them earlier, he had noticed her curiosity and had known that she wanted to push him too far to see what would happen. This time, he would spell out what awaited her.

  “You shove me over the edge, and there is no coming back, and I can’t guarantee I won’t... I don’t want to kill you.”

  Her eyes shot wide and her fear flowed over him, intoxicating him and drugging him as heavily as her sexual energy did. Message received. He doubted she would
risk it now. Curiosity might just kill his kitty.

  Elissa rose off him. Payne held his cock, poising it between them, and watched as she sank down onto him. The erotic sight of his erection easing into her, coupled with the breathy gasps of pleasure she unleashed, sent his temperature rocketing again.

  She settled on him, her eyes closed in bliss that ran through his veins. His fae markings shifted in hues of red and pink, colours of passion, but already patches of gold and blue tainted it. Elissa opened her eyes and frowned. Payne smoothed his expression to hide his apprehension from her. She went one better, erasing it by rising off him and driving back down again.

  “No touching.” She swatted his hands.

  Payne moved his hands to the sheets and grasped them. He stared at her, lost in her eyes as she rode him, drawing him into her hot wet core. He wanted to do this without the damned condom inhibiting him. He focused on her eyes, drinking her bliss to boost his pleasure, struggling to hold back his desire. He could easily get off on her pleasure alone without the need for him to climax, but he wasn’t sure if he could manage it this time. Being inside her, right where he had ached to be from the moment he had set eyes on her, felt too good.

  She arched backwards and he slid deeper into her. One of her hands gripped his thigh behind her to steady her and she reached between his legs with the other, rolling and fondling his balls. Was she trying to break him?

  He grunted and tensed, fought his desire to thrust. She moaned and rotated her hips, fingers clutching and squeezing his balls, making him think about how she had done that earlier and he had shot his load onto his stomach. His seed rose to his shaft and he bit his tongue, trying to give himself something else to focus on. The pain helped but his vampire healing quickly took it away, and he had to bite harder to restrain himself.

  “Payne,” she moaned and he grunted again, his fangs lengthening.

  He wanted to bite her.

  He growled. He wanted it so much that it became a fight between denying his need to come and his need to sink his fangs into her. He hadn’t promised not to bite her. He could do that. Not very submissive of him but she was killing him. She quickened her strokes, moaning each time she took him back into her moist heat.

  There was a flaw in his plan.

  If he bit her, he would definitely come.

  He groaned through a tight throat and she pressed her fingers into the ridge below his balls. Mercy. Payne bucked into her, unable to stop himself, and she squeaked out a moan. He liked that. She sounded as far gone as he felt. He thrust hard again, tearing another cry from her.

  “Don’t come,” she said breathlessly. “Touch me.”

  Payne writhed and moaned beneath her. She was asking too much now. The markings on his forearms were flushed in blue and gold and it was slowly progressing up his arms. Much more of this, and he would have her flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders and her screaming his name.

  She grabbed his hand and forced him to comply. Payne stroked her clitoris as she rode his cock. She was so wet, slippery with arousal, desire for him. He stared at her, watching the pleasure flitting across her beautiful face, absorbing all of it and using it to assuage his need to feel pleasure of his own in the form of release.

  “More.” She threw her head back, beautifully wanton, her breasts thrusting upwards. He wanted to touch those too.

  His balls tightened, semen rising again.

  He squeezed her clitoris.

  Elissa shrieked and jerked forwards, her head hitting his breastbone and hot breath fanning his chest. Her inner walls sweetly clenched him, sucking him deeper into her hot core, luring him into releasing himself. Everything male in him roared, telling him to roll them over and take her. He expected to crumble and do just that, but then she pulled herself up and rewarded him with a slow kiss.

  All of him purred in response and she didn’t stop him when he settled his hands on her bottom, holding her to him, and kissed her back. Sweet reward.

  She sat back on him and his cock ached and throbbed, painfully hard inside her. She lowered her mouth to his chest, kissing and licking, swirling her tongue around his nipples. Payne could scarcely breathe when she moved back, reached behind her and tugged on his balls again. Witch. He swallowed and told himself this brief flash of painful pleasure was enough. She had sworn not to give him pain but she seemed content with it when it came in this form. He was content with it too.

  She wriggled on him and fondled his balls, rolling them in her fingers. His cock pulsed but he held back, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from coming.

  “You need another reward.”

  He was nodding before she had finished her sentence.

  Elissa smiled. “Touch my breasts.”

  Yes, Ma’am. He was there in a heartbeat, cupping and kneading her breasts, feeling the hot weight of them in his palms. It was easy to shift his focus to them. He thumbed her nipples and then pinched them between his forefinger and thumbs. She groaned and he moaned with her. It wasn’t so easy when she did that, tensing around his cock at the same time.

  “Touch my...” She tripped on the word and he smiled and lowered his hand but didn’t touch her. It seemed his sassy witch had her limits.

  “You want me to touch you where?” he said, teasing her.

  She blushed and couldn’t look at him. Beautiful. She had spent the past few hours dominating him, detailing wicked things she would do to him, and her innocence could still come to the fore and make her cheeks flush. They darkened another shade and he wanted to touch them to feel their heat.

  Wanted to bite her to taste her blood.

  “Tell me where,” he whispered, coaxing her into finding her voice. He wanted to hear her say it and he wasn’t going to obey a half-spoken command. “Order me.”

  Her silvery eyes flicked to his. “Touch my clitoris.”

  He groaned. He couldn’t remember a woman ever saying these sorts of things to him and it was wreaking havoc on his control. He touched her where she had demanded, fingering her clitoris, watching the bliss dance across her face and feeling her quivering around his cock. He pulsed inside her and she moaned, louder this time, the sound deliciously wanton and dirty.

  He wanted to feel her without the barrier of the condom. He wanted to possess her as she had possessed him.

  Bewitched him.

  “Payne,” she whispered, a nervous note in her voice. “Your markings.”

  He knew. Gold and blue. He lifted her off him. “Playtime is over. Touch me.”

  His voice was hoarse and tight and he hoped that she obeyed. She pulled the condom off and hesitated. He was about to bark an order at her to give him release when she delved her hand between her legs, gathered her warm juices and slathered his cock with them. Payne groaned. Sweet mercy.

  Elissa wrapped her hand around his cock. He groaned, closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

  “Harder.”

  She tightened her grip and gave a swift stroke as she moved to kneel over him, one leg between his thighs. She set a quick pace with her right hand, up and down his shaft, beautifully tight and merciless. Her other hand grasped his balls, rolling and fondling, tugging occasionally to add another level of pleasure. Each stroke of her slick hand that rubbed her essence into his flesh almost had him losing control.

  Payne tensed and fisted the sheets, every muscle going as rigid as his cock. He grunted and thrust into her hand, unable to stop himself. His hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet her downward strokes.

  He opened his eyes and looked down the length of his body to her. Her eyes met his and her stroke faltered. He knew what she saw. His incubus side. His eyes were swirling, vivid blue and gold, and his markings were matching them. He couldn’t control the urge to use his charms on her, to make her give him pleasure. His attempts to tamp them down failed and even though he knew that they didn’t affect her, he still tried to resist using them on her. She didn’t like it when he turned on the charm.

 
; The way her pupils dilated and her strokes hardened said that she might have been lying about not liking it when his incubus side made her see herself doing things with him. He still wasn’t sure how that worked. It had to be her magic picking up on his desires rather than his incubus influencing her. Whenever he had given in to it around her, he had been imagining touching her in some way. Not the normal course of events when he used that part of himself to charm women. Normally it was more like releasing pheromones and them reacting to it, not him picturing doing wicked things with her and them seeing it play out in their mind.

  “Don’t come.” She sounded breathless. Was she picking up the images spinning through his head?

  He nodded, willing to play her game still because he had discovered he enjoyed the pleasure he received from obeying her and denying himself to satisfy her.

  It was a delicious sort of torture.

  It thrilled him.

  “Elissa,” he moaned and she moaned too, the sound increasing the pleasure he felt as she touched him. He forced the back of his head into the mattress and arched, struggling to contain his growing hunger. He wanted to feed. Wanted inside her again.

  He imagined that he was buried deep in her hot sheath, her riding him, her chestnut hair tumbling around her shoulders and her eyes bright with desire, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of his cock. He groaned and she moved faster, longer strokes that made him gasp in pleasure, sent bliss flowing through his blood, heating him and sedating him at the same time. More. He needed more.

  He pictured himself rolling her over and pumping her, lavishing her breasts with kisses and licks, grasping her hips as he plundered her and ruined her to all other males.

  Made her his.

  He saw himself sinking his fangs into her breast as he sank his cock into her body.

  “Come,” she said in a shaky whisper.

  A hot rush swept over his thighs and he jerked his hips up and grunted as his seed shot up his shaft and spilled onto his stomach. His legs quivered and stomach trembled, balls tingling as Elissa tugged and squeezed them. Payne had never experienced anything like it, a full body orgasm that had him melting into the bed, shaking all over and barely able to breathe.