Bite Me (The Transfigured Ones Book 2)

by Michelle Roth

  Caroline shivered as his hand trailed up her rib cage to cup her breast. When he began to gently rub his thumb across her nipple, it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, barely able to maintain focus as he steered out of the room and down the hallway.

  Her breath caught in her throat when he groaned, “I can't wait anymore, Caroline. I've got to taste you.”

  A wave of arousal washed over her at his words. “Oh god. Yes.”

  Magnus spun her around to face him, his mouth crashing down on hers. Their tongues dueled. Lost in the kiss, she barely even registered they were moving until she felt her back pressed against the cool wall.

  “Lovely as it is, this dress needs to go,” he bit out, his hands moving behind her to undo the zipper in the back.

  Caroline reached up, her hands shaking with need, to unknot the halter-top. When the strings that held the top up drifted down to her shoulders, Magnus gently pulled the dress down her body. Instead of quickly getting rid of the item, he placed a trail of soft kisses over every inch of skin as he slowly revealed it.

  His mouth lingered on the small tattoo she had on her breast, his tongue tracing over the primitive shapes until she nearly lost her mind. The slow, damp circles that his tongue swirled against the tops of each breast left her aching with need. “Please,” she begged.

  “Patience,” he chided. “I've wanted to taste you since the moment you told me off that first night in the kitchen. I'm going to take my time. I'm going to draw this out. I don't just want you content to be in my bed, love. I want you to need it like your next breath. I won't stop until you do.”

  She moaned, seduced by his words alone. Christ. At this rate, she would be begging him for it in no time. She knew she was already embarrassingly wet.

  He worked his way down her body, his hands gently exploring her, until he finally pushed the dress over her hips and down to the ground. She saw his gaze rake over her from where he knelt in front of her. He reached up, tracing a finger around the elastic waistband of her panties. “You're even more beautiful than I imagined.”

  Her breathing shallow, she asked, “Did you imagine?”

  “Yes. Quite vividly,” he admitted, grinning. Then, reaching up haphazardly, he tugged the cups of her bra down under her breasts. “Caroline,” he whispered reverently, rising slightly.

  Before she was able to react, his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. She cried out when he drew the tight bud deep into his hot, wet mouth. Arousal shot through her with every swipe of his tongue. Arching her back, she reached behind her to fumble at the catch of her bra.

  Once her bra fell to the ground, Caroline tunneled her fingers into his shaggy hair and held him firmly against her. At the slight nip of his teeth against her sensitized flesh, she tightened her grip on his hair and moaned, “Magnus!”

  He released her swollen nipple with a pop and slowly worked his way down her body leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses in his wake. When his mouth drifted over the soft skin of her belly, she had to lean back against the wall for support. He was systematically nibbling his way downward, inch by devastating inch, and it was driving her insane.

  When his mouth finally reached the elastic band of her panties, he looked up at her. His eyes cloudy with desire, he asked, “May I?”

  A broken laugh spilled from her lips as she said, “Please do!”

  Magnus managed a smug grin even in spite of the fact the sexual tension was palpable. “Patience, love,” he reminded her. His hands slid up her thighs until his thumbs brushed against the tops of her thighs. He must've felt the moisture there, because she could see his eyes dilate with lust.

  “Please,” she moaned. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy involuntarily clenched, desperate to be filled. Now wasn't the time for patience.

  He stroked his fingertips along her slit through her soaked panties. When she whimpered involuntarily, he murmured, “Oh, you're in a bad way, aren't you?”

  “Oh god, please stop teasing,” Caroline groaned when his hands drifted up to the waistband of her panties and then paused.

  In response he pulled her panties down her legs and then helped her step out of them. “Put your leg over my shoulder,” he commanded, his warm breath wafting across her throbbing cunt.

  When she complied, he leaned in and began to lap at the juices trickling down her thighs. “Christ, love. You taste so good.”

  Her legs shaking she begged, “Magnus, please. Stop licking my thighs and start licking my pussy. I'm going insane.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face between her thighs. He used his fingers to part her labia, then licked from opening to clit and back again.

  Caroline shuddered against him, when he moved a hand down between her thighs. She cried out as he slid two fingers into her tight channel. He had barely even touched her, and she could already feel that familiar tightening low in her belly.

  Magnus curled his fingers slightly and massaged her from the inside as he flicked his tongue against her clit. She could no longer hold back the involuntary whimpers as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. The combination of his tongue and fingers was driving her to insanity.

  He seemed to realize that she was on the verge of coming, because he groaned in what she assumed was pleasure. Then he redoubled his efforts. Using the flat of his tongue, Magnus licked slow, firm strokes right across her aching clit.

  “Oh god,” she cried. “Just like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop!”

  He kept the same steady rhythm and began rubbing his fingers directly over her g-spot with each pass. The sensation was enough to bring her right to the edge but not quite enough to push her over. Perhaps sensing it, he sucked her clit into his mouth flicked the tip of his tongue against it rapidly.

  The orgasm that was slowly building suddenly hit her like an avalanche. She felt her whole body begin to pulse as she shattered to pieces. Her knee buckled as she began grinding herself against his face in release. “Fuck,” she cried out as the tension stretched on.

  Magnus quickly reached up with his free hand to steady her as she began to shake. He gentled the strokes of his tongue until she finally stilled, slumping against the wall. “Holy shit, Magnus,” she panted.

  He wiped the evidence of her arousal from his face with the back of his hand and then gently shifted her leg from his shoulder. When she swayed, he scooped her up and carried her to the dark room at the end of the hall. “This,” he explained, turning on the light, “is the bedroom.”

  Caroline couldn't help her satisfied grin when she said, “I thoroughly enjoyed the tour. I had no idea it would be so hands on, though.”

  “Oh, I think you might have had some idea. I seem to recall someone telling me to lick her pussy a few moments ago in the hall. At the very least, I had to comply with your request.” Saying so, he deposited her gently on the bed.

  “That sounds familiar,” she conceded. She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked form. Slightly uncomfortable, she mentioned, “You're very clothed, still. That seems a little unfair.”

  Magnus grinned, then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt. Tugging it over his head, he asked, “Better?”

  Caroline shook her head and then gestured to the jeans. “Lovely as the rest of your clothes are, they need to go,” she said, mimicking his earlier words.

  “All of it, then?” he asked, smirking as he undid his belt.

  Caroline scooted back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. “All of it,” she confirmed. She watched in undisguised pleasure as he stripped out of his remaining clothes.

  When he shed his boxer briefs, his thick cock sprang upward until it lay rigid against his belly. “Is this more fair, then?”

  She lost the thread of conversation completely for a moment as she took him in. His pale, sculpted chest was lightly furred, down to one of the most incredible sets of abs she'd ever seen. The contrast of his brightly colored tattoos against his pale flesh made them all the more striking. Eventually she
managed, “Your body is perfect. If I would have known what you were hiding under your clothes, I might have gotten you naked earlier.”

  “Same goes, love,” he admitted, sliding on to the bed.

  Caroline eyed him skeptically. “I'm already in bed with you. There's no reason to pretend I've got the ideal body type.”

  “Whatever you may think of yourself aside, love, my cock hasn't been soft around you since you kissed my cheek that first night. You're a lush, curvy woman. You've got the type of body that men dream about and want to press themselves up against. You have beautiful, full breasts. Round hips. Something to hold onto. No matter what your magazines tell you, most men don't want to fuck a woman they're afraid they'll break in half. I certainly don't.”

  She felt an unfamiliar tightening in her chest. Rather than address it, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Thankfully, he seemed more than willing to forgo any further conversation. Instead one hand threaded into her hair, holding her mouth in place while the other stroked at the thigh she'd slung over his hip in a bid to get closer to him.

  “Mm,” he moaned against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers.

  Caroline traced her fingers over the hard ridges of muscle in his chest. As she worked her hand downward, she felt the muscles of his abdomen contract under her touch. When she finally reached his cock, she gripped it firmly in her palm and began to stroke it from root to tip.

  “Oh Christ,” he said, breaking his mouth away from hers.

  She shifted slightly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. He seemed content to let her explore his body, so she began to let her mouth roam freely over his throat. Eventually he stopped her with a groan.

  “Love,” he ground out in warning. “If you go any further I'm going to explode.”

  Caroline grinned and shushed him. “Just lie back and think of England,” she teased.

  His movements were lightning fast. Before she could even blink she found herself on her back with her hands pinned over her head, his mouth ravaging hers. She could still taste herself on his lips. She was utterly helpless underneath him.

  When she wrapped her legs around his waist he rocked his hips, grinding his erection against her slit. With each thrust, the entire length of his cock rubbed directly against her clit. “Much as I'd love to continue this, I need to be inside you or I'm going to lose my bloody mind.”

  “I need that too,” she said softly.

  “We don't carry disease, but I somehow doubt either of us are ready for any little Magnuses running about. Let me get a condom,” he said, as he released her hands and shifted slightly.

  The idea of having anything between them seemed wrong, so she held on to him and said words that she'd never spoken in her thirty-two years. “I'm on the pill, Magnus. If you wanted to skip the condom, we could.”

  His eyes snapped back to her face, blazing. “You're sure you're okay with that?”

  “I want to feel you,” she confessed softly. When he continued to study her silently, she nervously added, “I don't usually do this. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse, but—”

  Magnus laid a finger gently against her lips and said, “I don't want any barrier between us either. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't the lust talking. I haven't had any blood in my brain for the last half hour.”

  Still on edge, Caroline asked, “Then what are you waiting for?”

  In answer, Magnus reached down between them and positioned himself at her opening. Slowly, he pressed his hips forward. “Fuck,” he moaned.

  She bit her lip, tilting her head back as she reveled in the sensation of being filled. The feel of him stretching her was unlike anything else she'd ever felt. “Oh god,” she whimpered, her body still adjusting to his size. The sensation fell somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was exquisite.

  “You're so tight,” he whispered, his gaze heavy lidded. “You feel like heaven.”

  “I feel so full,” she moaned.

  When he was fully buried inside her, he stilled. “Do you need a minute?”

  “No,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed as her body slowly adjusted to the invasion.

  The fingers that had been tangled in her blond tresses tightened as he began to rock his hips against hers in a steady pace. The small bite of pain against her scalp had her eyes flying open. They locked onto his.

  He watched her through heavy lids. In a voice that she barely recognized it was so rough with need, he commanded, “Leave them open. I want to watch you come undone.”

  It felt more intimate this way, she realized. His gaze was so steady that part of her worried that he could see inside her. It felt too raw. She had to admit, though. Seeing the obvious pleasure in his eyes added to the already mind-blowing sensation.

  Mangus leaned back, resting on his knees. The change in position made her gasp as bolts of pure pleasure shot through her system. With each stroke, the head of his cock rubbed directly against her g-spot. She cried out, her back arching, as a completely unexpected orgasm washed through her. “Magnus,” she moaned, her pussy clenching helplessly as he continued to thrust into her.

  In answer, he slid his hands up her rib cage to tease her nipples. “The way you're milking my cock, love. Fuck!”

  Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her until she was almost breathless. “It's too much,” she panted. “It's too much.”

  “Give me another, love. Let go for me,” he ordered, his hips slapping against hers as he pounded into her. He moved one hand down and gave her clit a sharp pinch.

  There was no gentle rush of pleasure this time. Instead she slammed into it headlong. Another nearly explosive torrent of pleasure tore through her. She screamed out, her voice hoarse, and clamped down on him like a vise.

  In an almost out of body experience, Caroline's vision and hearing went fuzzy. When she came back into herself, she realized that his pace was almost frantic. His movements were erratic as he sought his own release.

  She saw the exact moment that his incisors popped out. His eyes shifted toward her neck, then his mouth closed.

  “Will it hurt?” she asked him.

  He blinked, then finally, registering what she had asked, said, “I don't think so.”

  The naked longing in his eyes had Caroline shifting her hair to expose the side of her neck. “Then I want you to bite me.”

  Gratitude, relief and something else she couldn't quite define rolled over his tense features as he leaned down. “You're sure?” he asked, his voice raspy.

  Wrapping her arms around his back, she said, “Bite me, Magnus. I want you to!”

  His incisors sank into her neck and he began to drink. At the first pull of his mouth against her neck, she began to shake at the white-hot sensation surging through her. Vaguely, she felt Magnus release her neck and shudder to his own climax seconds before everything faded into blissful darkness.

  Chapter Seven

  “Welcome back,” Magnus said, relief flowing through him as he ran his fingertips along her cheekbone. “You scared me, there.”

  Caroline blinked drowsily and asked, “Wow. Did I pass out?”

  He nodded in confirmation. “For a minute, yeah,” he said, rubbing a thumb over the bite mark with a frown. “I only had a small sip.”

  “Not that I don't appreciate you bringing your 'a-game', but I'm pretty sure you fucked me until I passed out, Magnus,” she replied, her lips twitching.

  He tried to stop the smug grin from reaching his lips but he could tell that he was unsuccessful. “I'm glad you were lying down, then.”

  She rolled her eyes at him in response.

  He settled in next to her, his nerves finally settling. The smug grin faded away a moment later when he had a realization. “No shower sex, then.”

  “Not unless you install some safety nets,” she teased, snuggling into his side. “Did you worry you took too much blood from me?”

  “I've never taken any direc
tly from the source. Not from a human, anyway. The blood banks were already in place by the time I turned. You're my first human lover since the change,” he confessed, feeling vulnerable.

  “They'd be lining up around the block if they knew the kind of skills you've got,” she teased. Her expression sobered when she looked up at him and added, “I'm not mad about the whole passing out thing. Honestly, I'm kind of impressed. Maybe I'll see my doctor, though.”

  “Excellent call. I'd rather skip that part in the future. It took a bit of the glow off, to be honest,” he admitted, shifting to his side. Propping himself up on his elbow, he traced a finger between the valley of her breasts, enjoying the feel of her petal soft skin.

  “Sorry,” she apologized dryly. “I'll do my best not to pass out next time.”

  He bit his lip and suppressed a smile when he responded, “See that you do. I mean, raw sexual talent like mine is hard to suppress, but under the circumstances it's best I try.”

  She buried her face against his chest. “I'm never going to live this down, am I?”

  “It's the sort of thing a man wants to get printed on a t-shirt, love. Could you blame me? In fact, expect a reminder text every morning.”

  “As long as I can get the occasional repeat performance, I can accept those terms,” she said, looking up at him with a sleepy smile.

  “Occasional? I think we can do better than that,” he chided, his hand slipping up her rib cage to cup her breast. He gently rubbed his finger over her nipple until it hardened. “We'll just make sure we keep you on soft surfaces.”

  “Probably for the best,” she conceded, slipping her hand down to wrap it around his already throbbing cock. “Impressive recovery time, by the way.”

  “Lying naked with a very desirable woman will do that to you,” he said, unable to suppress his grin. The flush of her cheeks at his comment had him curious. She'd seemed a little down on herself before, which he found baffling. He'd have to mentally file that away for a time when hand wasn't wrapped around his dick, though. He was finding it difficult to focus at the moment.