Duncan

by D. B. Reynolds

  Emma followed him with her eyes as far as she could, but refused to feed his ego by twisting around in the chair to watch him close the door at her back. She was exquisitely aware of him, though, especially when he came up right behind her and said, “How was your day, Emma?”

  “Busy,” she said briskly. “How was—” She jumped as he placed his hands on her shoulders, slid them down her arms and covered her hands, trapping her in the chair.

  Duncan leaned in close, his lips nibbling at her ear before he said softly, “Busy doing what?”

  Emma sat perfectly still. She could feel the strength of his hands over hers, the muscles in his arms and chest as he surrounded her. His hair was loose, and it brushed against her cheek like strands of warm silk. He was the sexiest, most gorgeous man she had ever met, and if they’d had an extra hour late last night, they’d have been fucking like bunnies. But there was something about him tonight that made her primitive, animal brain sit up and scream danger!

  “Duncan?” she said.

  “Yes, Emma?”

  “Are you upset with me?”

  His lips touched her temple in a soft kiss. “Why would I be upset?” he murmured. His lips roamed down along her jaw, skimming the edge of her mouth before moving back up to the soft skin beneath her ear.

  Emma was having trouble breathing, and her heart was pounding so hard she was pretty sure he could see it thumping up and down beneath her clothes. As if he’d heard her thought, Duncan lifted one of his hands from hers and slid his fingers beneath the collar of her shirt and along her clavicle, teasing downward until his touch grazed the top of her breasts. Emma closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his chest.

  “Tell me, Emma,” Duncan said, his voice a midnight whisper against her ear, promising all sorts of sinful delights. “Did you enjoy your visit to Alexandria?”

  Emma froze. “What?”

  “And Violet Slayton, that was very clever of you, except—”

  “Except what?” She snapped upright, her body abruptly torn between the desire still thrumming along her nerves and anger that he somehow knew every step she’d taken today. She tried to pull away from him and found herself lifted out of the chair, the hold on her arms careful but unbreakable as he spun her around and glared at her. His brown eyes were no longer just warm; they were burning hot, with that bronze glow lighting them from within.

  “Except that Tammy Dietrich works for Max Grafton,” he growled. “The same Max Grafton who we know was connected to Victor and his filthy parties.”

  Emma hadn’t known about Dietrich’s connection to Grafton. Her own checking hadn’t turned up any obvious link between them, but if there was one, it was significant. He was right about that much. Not that she was going to admit it. “That doesn’t mean anything,” she argued defiantly. “A guy like Grafton has tons of lawyers doing work for him. She could—”

  “She’s his fucking sister, Emma. And he’s her only client. What does that tell you?”

  “Wait,” Emma said, trying to focus when Duncan was still holding her as close as a lover, even though he was well beyond upset with her. Something didn’t add up about all of this. If she could only—

  It suddenly clicked. “How did you know about Dietrich? I didn’t even know about her until earlier today when I went through the mourner’s book and called . . . Are you tapping my phone? Is that it?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “Then how—”

  “I didn’t need to tap your damn phone. I had a guard on you.”

  “You had me followed?” She pushed against his chest, but he still wouldn’t let go.

  “Of course, I did. Someone nearly killed you last night,” he growled.

  “You don’t know that,” she insisted. “He didn’t pull the gun until I—”

  “Jesus Christ, Emma,” he exploded. “Do you have to be dead and bleeding before you’ll let me help you?”

  Emma stared at him in shock. She’d never seen Duncan lose his cool like this. Not when they’d found Lacey’s body, not even when his own man was bleeding out on the floor of her house. “You have helped me,” she said quietly. “I wouldn’t have survived any of this without you.”

  Duncan sighed and loosened his grip at last, rubbing the knuckles of one hand over her cheek. “I don’t want to lose you, Emmaline. Not like that.”

  “You’re not going to lose me.” She rested her forehead against his cheek, breathing in the scent of him. “Besides,” she added softly, and looked up to meet his eyes. “You owe me hours of incredibly hot sex.”

  Duncan grew still, his gaze hot and intent, but not with anger this time. “What I promised was hours of making love, not simply sex,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers, before his teeth closed gently on her lower lip. “There is a difference, darlin’.”

  Then he kissed her, and Emma discovered there was indeed a difference. His mouth was soft at first, his lips barely brushing hers, as if seeking entry. Her lips parted on a sigh, and he moved in for the kill, his mouth coming down hard and demanding as his arms tightened around her.

  Emma met his demand with a ferocity all her own, her tongue meeting his in a twisting dance for dominance as she raised her arms around his neck and raked her fingers beneath his long hair and up against his scalp. He bit her lip again, harder this time, and laughed against her mouth when she bit him back with a low growl.

  “Vicious woman,” he murmured, pulling her shirt out of her tight skirt and running his hands up her bare back to her bra, which opened to a deft twist of his fingers.

  Emma groaned as her breasts were freed from their confinement, rubbing herself against his chest, relishing the hard planes of muscle against her sensitive nipples. She grabbed the bottom of his sweater and yanked upward, wanting some skin. He swore softly, but let go of her long enough to tug the sweater over his head and toss it aside. Emma shrugged out of her jacket and shirt all at once, letting them fall behind her as her bra slid down her arms.

  “Beautiful,” Duncan whispered, and covered her breasts with his big hands, his thumbs stroking her nipples until they were firm and dark and begging to be suckled.

  But Duncan had other plans. Emma whimpered when he abandoned her breasts, his hands reaching instead for her butt as he pressed her up against his erection, squeezing the globes of her ass as he pumped against her. His mouth was all over her neck, licking and sucking until she thought she’d go mad. What was it she’d thought of calling him the other night? A pussy tease? Clit tease? Whatever it was, he was still doing it—and still trying to drive her crazy.

  “Duncan,” she panted.

  His only response was a humming noise as he bent to take a taut nipple into his mouth at last.

  Emma groaned, fisting her fingers in his hair and holding him against her in case he thought to escape. She struggled to catch her breath, wishing she’d worn a different skirt, or no skirt at all, so she could wrap her legs around his hips and feel that long, hard erection between her thighs. She would climax from just the feel of it against her swollen sex. She knew she would.

  “Duncan,” she said again, sucking in a sharp breath as he scraped his teeth over her nipple and she felt the sharp points of his fangs against her tender flesh. She breathed out on a sigh of pleasure. “You know those hours you talked about?”

  His tongue lapped at her breast, soothing the sting of his fangs. “Mmmm,” he said as he moved to her other breast, his fingers continuing to stroke the one he was leaving behind.

  “Do you think . . . Oh my God,” she gasped as his mouth closed over the second swollen nipple and he sucked hard, pulling half of her breast into the warmth of his mouth. She almost orgasmed right then as pleasure shot along her nerve endings like lightning. It arrowed straight to her clit which she swore could feel every ridge and vein of Duncan’s cock despite the two layers of clothing between them. Emma moaned in frustration and gave his hair a firm tug.

  He looked up at her, his eyes so hot with co
lor she was amazed he could see anything at all.

  “Can we fuck first?” she heard herself say. “And make love later? Please?”

  Duncan stared at her for all of ten seconds, and then bared his teeth in a slow, wicked smile. Faster than Emma would have thought possible, he grabbed her skirt and shoved it up to her waist, his fingers gliding along her bare thighs before shifting to rip away her panties. Just as quickly, he lifted her to his waist, wrapping her legs around his hips as he pushed her against the wall. She felt the brief touch of his hand between them, and then his cock was free, sliding along the soaking wet folds between her thighs, tormenting her already begging clit. Another touch of his hand as he positioned himself, and then one long, steady thrust, and he was balls deep inside her. Emma’s entire body shuddered with such intense desire that she bit into his shoulder to swallow her screams. Duncan pumped once, twice, and then Emma was coming harder than she ever had before, her head thrown back, teeth buried in her lip to keep from letting the entire household know she was being fucked against the wall and loving every minute of it.

  Duncan held onto her as she trembled in the aftermath, jolts of sensation continuing to shoot along every nerve. His hands were cupping her bare ass, his chest crushing her breasts as he held her against the wall. And then he started moving again—long, slow thrusts of his thick shaft that left the walls of her vagina shivering with delight, rippling along his cock as he lifted her higher and drove even deeper inside her. Emma tightened her inner muscles, squeezing and caressing him, welcoming his delicious penetration.

  Duncan hissed as her sex clenched around his erection, and then groaned as he began to pump faster, his hips slamming into hers with the slap of bare skin, his mouth moving over her neck until she felt the nip of his teeth over her jugular. Emma’s heartbeat soared with equal parts fear and excitement as she felt the dull scrape of his fangs, and then fear and every other emotion fled as a sudden heat seared the blood in her veins, as raw ecstasy shot along every nerve in her body, all of it coming together in the tiny nub of her clit. Her vaginal walls convulsed around the thickness of Duncan’s cock, and she heard a high keening noise coming from her own throat as she struggled not to scream, trapping the sound in her chest where it took on a life of its own fighting to get out. She gasped for air as Duncan continued to pound into her, until finally she felt a rush of wet heat and he roared his completion.

  They hung on to each other, panting for breath, hearts pumping in a single beat. Emma’s legs were still locked around his waist, her arms cradling his head as he nuzzled her neck where Emma was pretty sure he hadn’t bitten her yet. He’d nipped at her skin, but she didn’t think he’d actually drawn blood. He’d told her that vampire sex was addictive because their bite felt so good, but she couldn’t imagine sex with Duncan being anymore intoxicating than what she’d just experienced. She’d never want to let him out of bed. Come to think of it, she thought with a smile, she already didn’t.

  The rush of blood faded enough that Emma could hear again, and she became aware of the construction noise outside Duncan’s office—the shouts of his men, the crash of materials as they tore the house apart. She groaned, realizing they’d probably heard everything.

  Duncan chuckled, his mouth nibbling her neck one last time before he lifted his head and met her gaze. Blond hair hung over his forehead and his eyes gleamed with smug good humor. “They didn’t hear us, Emma. This room is insulated for privacy, and besides, you were too busy biting me to scream.”

  Emma’s face heated with embarrassment, but then she said, “But . . . you didn’t bite me?”

  “I didn’t,” he said, confirming her suspicions.

  Emma frowned. “Why not?”

  When Duncan gave her a puzzled look, she said, “I mean, you said sex and blood were connected for you all, and that—”

  “I would never take blood from you without asking first, Emma. And since you demanded that we fuck immediately,” he added, with a grin, “I had no time to ask.”

  Emma blushed at the reminder, and was suddenly aware that he was still holding her against the wall and that she was more than half naked. Her blush deepened. “Um, you can probably put me down now.”

  “I don’t think so,” Duncan said. Instead of releasing her, he tightened his hold and, without warning, turned away from the wall and started across the room.

  Emma shrieked in surprise, her arms clutching his neck. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “I’m keeping my promise,” he said carrying her around his desk and over to another door, which she assumed was a closet until he bent his knees slightly and opened it with one hand.

  “What—”

  Duncan stepped into the adjoining room and kicked the door shut behind them. Emma looked around as soft lights came up. They were in a bedroom. A huge bedroom, with heavy drapes covering the windows and an enormous bed. Oh my.

  Duncan set her in the middle of the big bed and immediately began stripping away what was left of her clothes. Her jacket and shirt were gone, as were her shoes, and her panties were nothing but shredded lace on the floor in his office somewhere. He unzipped her skirt, which was bunched around her waist, then tugged it off and eyed her thigh-high stockings thoughtfully.

  “I like those,” he said, then kicked off his shoes and shoved his faded denims down, stepping out of them to reveal two things . . . one, he wasn’t wearing underwear—and wasn’t that just the sexiest thing. And two, vampires didn’t need recovery time between erections. His cock was long and thick and beautifully aroused, stiffening even further when she stared at it, as if it enjoyed the attention.

  Duncan knelt on the bed and ran his hands up her legs, caressing her calves beneath the silk of her stockings, pressing her thighs open as his touch moved to the delicate skin between her legs. Emma felt her face heat as he spread her thighs even wider, as his hot gaze settled on the swollen folds of her sex. He raised his head to meet her eyes, then licked his lips slowly, deliberately.

  Emma gasped, feeling her face get even hotter when he stretched out between her legs and palmed her butt, his thumbs coming up to open her wide. Her breath caught as he ran his tongue through the folds of her slit. She was already wet and slick from the thundering orgasms Duncan had given her, and he lapped it up like cream, his tongue dipping into her shivering core, gliding along every crease and fold until he finally licked her so sensitive clit. Her muscles jerked in reaction and he did it again, circling around and over that tight bundle of nerves in an unpredictable pattern, tormenting her.

  Emma fisted her hands in his hair, her need so overpowering, she forgot to be embarrassed, too focused on deciding whether she wanted to hold him in place or pull him away. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, as she struggled to process the overload of feelings. Not only his mouth on her pussy, or his wicked tongue teasing her clit, but the press of his big shoulders against her thighs, the silken slide of his hair against her belly. But even more was the simple fact that it was Duncan doing these things.

  “Duncan,” she whispered, wanting to tell him it was too much, that she couldn’t handle so many different sensations all at once. But as if anticipating her protest, he suddenly sucked hard on her clit, taking it into his mouth like a juicy morsel of fruit.

  The orgasm rocketed through her without warning, her abdomen clenching tightly as her inner muscles rippled, trying to hold onto a cock that wasn’t even there. He’d brought her to a climax with just his mouth, and unbelievable ecstasy speared her through and through. Emma screamed, unable to hold it back, no longer caring if anyone heard.

  * * * *

  Duncan gripped the firm globes of Emma’s ass, drinking in the sweet nectar of her orgasm as she convulsed beneath him. God, she was wet. And she tasted so good. Her cream was almost as good as the tiny taste of blood he’d had from her breasts earlier. It had taken supreme self control to satisfy himself with only the scent of her blood, with nipping at the skin above her vein and knowing that
soon he would have Emma’s blood rolling like liquid velvet down his throat.

  And she’d been so ready for him. When he’d brushed the dull edge of his fangs against her skin, she hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t shrieked in fear. He’d sensed the rush of excitement as her heart sped up, as her blood pumped harder, plumping her vein in anticipation of his bite.

  She would come so beautifully when he finally bit her. Just as she was coming for him now.

  He stroked his tongue over her clit a final time, then came up on all fours, prowling up over her body until his shaft was nestled between her legs. He bent over and sucked the tip of one full, tender breast into his mouth, and Emma’s violet eyes flashed open. They were glazed nearly lavender with lust as she smiled up at him. And he was gone.

  He reached down and positioned his cock against her opening, then thrust once hard with his hips, burying himself deep inside her. Her inner walls, still throbbing with her climax, pulsed along his length, surrounding him in liquid heat. He lowered himself over her, taking her mouth as he began flexing his hips, reveling in the friction of her satiny channel against his cock as he moved in and out of her, the feel of her full breasts, her nipples big and swollen—hard like velvet-covered pebbles against his chest.

  Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he kissed her, her legs crossing behind his back as she began to lift her hips up to meet him. He growled and began to thrust harder, wanting to make her climax again, wanting to feel her body clench around his shaft as her juices flowed hot and wet.

  “Emma,” he whispered against her neck, breathing in the tantalizing scent of her blood so very close. He stroked his tongue over her vein, feeling the blood straining against its confinement, begging for his fangs.