Lured

by Ava McKnight

  Her orgasm built quickly. “I’m going to come,” she told him.

  “Now,” he whispered.

  “Yes!” Cass gasped. Erotic sensations converged and erupted, causing wicked beats deep in her cunt. She let out a loud, throaty moan as her inner muscles clenched his fingers, prolonging the pleasure, squeezing tight as her body trembled from the powerful release.

  Endless moments passed. Marcus actually let out a heavy sigh against her neck, as though he’d been holding his breath, waiting for her to let go and give in to the climax he’d wanted to give her.

  “I felt your breath on my skin,” she told him.

  “That’s how strongly I react to you.”

  She opened her eyes and their gazes met. The intensity in his ice-blue eyes lit her insides and sparked something raw and carnal low in her belly. That take-charge voice in her head urged her to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Urged her to lose her inhibitions and indulge her fantasies with this man who, she suddenly realized, had an uncanny resemblance to the one she’d conjured in her mind when she’d had cybersex with Darien.

  “I want you,” she said. “I’ve always wanted you, even before I knew you existed.”

  He nodded, as though he understood the visceral connection. “I caught your scent the second you arrived at the ball. It called to me.”

  “You were waiting for me to walk through those streamers.”

  “Yes.”

  She disentangled her hand from his hair and grazed his tight jaw with a fingertip. Still staring deep into his eyes, she told him, “I wanted you to fuck me in the club.”

  He gave a sharp shake of his head.

  Cass smiled. “You don’t want to fuck me.”

  “No. I want to make love to you.”

  Her heart melted as her pulse, conversely, kicked into high gear again.

  “I want that too,” she said. “Though I’m feeling a bit…naughty.”

  Marcus’ grin was the slow, sexy one that drove her wild. “I have no problem with naughty.”

  Cass’ teeth sank into her bottom lip for a moment as a wicked thrill shot down her spine. Then she slipped from his lap and stood, grateful she’d lost her shoes earlier because her legs were a bit wobbly from the erotic effects of Marcus’ grin…and everything he’d done to her thus far.

  Sparing a glance at her fishnet stockings, she found them torn in a number of places from her rough evening. She suspected she had a few bruises here and there, but pain was the furthest thing from her mind.

  The way her body thrummed and her skin tingled, she was more turned-on than damaged, thanks to Marcus.

  She slipped off the thigh-highs and tossed them aside. Marcus reached for her, but she moved away from him, out of his grasp. He settled back against the sofa and she turned to cross the dimly lit room to the fireplace. She faced him and reached for the top of the long line of hook-and-eye closures at the front of her corset. Slowly, she eased every one of the tiny clasps apart until the corset fell open and dropped to the floor. The entire time, her gaze remained locked with his.

  Marcus’ body tensed and his eyes deepened in color. He shifted on the cushion, as though needing a more comfortable position. As though his cock strained against the fly of his tight leather pants.

  Cass cupped her full breasts, kneading them gently. Then she pinched her hard nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. She felt her own arousal build again and she was certain she saw Marcus’ arousal mirrored in his heated gaze.

  A slow, wicked grin touched her lips, which she knew told Marcus she sensed his desire. She strolled back to where he sat and stood in front of him, wedged between his parted legs. Such powerful thighs. Such a powerful body. She couldn’t wait to feel it on top of her or beneath her. Couldn’t wait to feel his cock in her cunt, stroking her quickly, making love to her with forceful thrusts.

  After unzipping her skirt, she pushed the material down her legs, letting it pool at her feet. Then she slipped a forefinger under the thin elastic string that comprised the waistband of her miniscule panties. She stretched it toward him and gave him a mischievous look.

  “Rip them off of me,” she said, her voice sounding low and provocative in the quiet room.

  His nostrils flared. His dark, heated gaze turned even more smoldering. His jaw clenched briefly, as though her request both thrilled and tormented him. She didn’t have time to process the emotions that flickered across his devastatingly handsome face. He reached a hand out to her and wrapped his fingers around the thin material she offered. One quick tug and the string gave. Without further instruction, he yanked on the other side. Then he slowly pulled the lacy material forward, dragging it along her swollen, sensitive pussy lips and sending a tremor of delight through her.

  His eyes never left hers, never wavered for a second. Cass wondered if he could make her come with that searing look alone.

  He reached out for her, but she slipped away from him again. As she walked back to the fireplace, she threw him a seductive look over her shoulder. He made her feel sexy and alluring. Something she’d never experienced before. The way he looked at her, as though he were holding on to his sanity by a thin strand, forcing himself to keep from devouring her, spurred her on.

  Eyeing the oversized chair that sat by the tall hearth, she wandered over to it and placed a bare foot on the cushion. She leaned forward to rest a hand on the back of the chair for support, then ran the other hand over a breast, down her side and then around to a bare cheek. She slid her fingers along the crevice of her ass cheeks, moving them forward until she was stroking the dewy folds between her legs. Throwing another look over her shoulder, she gauged Marcus’ reaction to her. His smoldering gaze had turned downright sizzling.

  As excitement shimmied through her, Cass changed the position of her hand, moving it to the front of her. She rubbed her clit, slowly at first, then with purpose as she inched toward another glorious release, the titillation of Marcus watching her heightening her arousal.

  He stood, stripped off his shirt and reached for the button on the waistband of his leather pants. He slid the zipper down the track as he approached her. Cass’ heart picked up a few extra beats. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was magnificent. Tall and muscular, exuding a raw intensity that thrilled her.

  Standing behind her, he placed his hands at the curve of her waist, where they lingered for only a moment. His large hands moved over her body. Upward, first, to cup her full breasts. He gave them a rough squeeze before teasing the nipples into tight, puckered points. Then they swept down to her stomach and around to her backside to cup her ass. Cass was close to coming from her own ministrations. Marcus’ hands on her body and the fire in his eyes pushed her even closer to the edge.

  He worked a finger into her cunt from behind and stroked her aggressively as a sharp moan of pleasure slipped from her lips.

  “I like how you feel inside me,” she said. “So confident and assertive. You want to make me come again.”

  He nodded. His jaw was set as he stared at her. He pushed a second finger into her pussy and stroked her quickly, making her hotter and wetter. His other hand splayed along her ass, the thumb of that large hand nestled in the crack, covering the small opening there. It moved in a slow, circular rhythm as his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. Cass continued to rub her clit, feeling the various sensations mingle and flow through her body.

  The fingers of her free hand curled around the top of the chair, holding her steady as Marcus finger-fucked her with determination. Her breath came in heavy pants as her chest rose and fell sharply and her pulse raced. Her heart hammered and her nipples remained tight and tingly.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, feeling the enormous sensations build within her again. “I’m going to come with your fingers inside me.”

  Marcus worked her feverishly. “Do it,” he said in a tight voice. “I want you to come again.” The thumb covering her anus pressed in, adding one more erotic ingredient to the de
licious recipe. “Come for me,” he coaxed as he fingered her.

  “Yes,” she said, her eyelids fluttering closed. “Oh God, yes. That feels so good.” Her own fingers massaged her clit in a wicked pace that matched what Marcus did to her.

  “Come now,” he commanded.

  She couldn’t have held back if she’d tried. “Marcus!” His name rode a cry that pierced the quiet room as the orgasm erupted deep in her pussy, stealing her breath. Pure ecstasy coursed through her veins, lighting her up like a bonfire.

  Marcus didn’t give her a moment to recover or catch her breath. Cass’ eyes opened and she stared at him over her shoulder as he withdrew his fingers from her and shoved his pants over his hips, followed by his briefs. His long, thick cock sprang free and her desire ignited again. He eased his wet fingers over the tip and down the shaft, rubbing her juices over his hard cock.

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Oh yes,” Cass said. “Please.”

  Excitement flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He used the toe of one booted foot against the heel of the other to loosen the boot and slip out of it. He bent at the waist and whisked off the second boot and stepped out of his clothes.

  When he straightened, Marcus said, “I can’t get you pregnant. Just so you know.”

  “So no condom necessary?”

  “No condom necessary.”

  What a relief. She’d get to feel his thick cock with no barrier.

  He grasped her hips with his large hands and pushed himself deep into her wet cunt, causing Cass to cry out again. He filled her completely and she felt herself stretch around him. It was a snug fit, one that felt wholly intimate and erotic. Absolutely perfect, as though their bodies were made for each other.

  She clutched the back of the chair again, needing the steady support as Marcus moved inside her. He pulled out for the briefest of moments, only to thrust back into her, pushing the breath right out of her.

  “Yes.” Cass’ whisper was a strained one. “I’ve wanted that for so long. I’ve needed you for so long.”

  “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he assured her. “Whatever you need.”

  “This is heaven,” she told him.

  Marcus groaned. “You’re so damn tight,” he said. “Wet and warm.” He moved inside her with long, full strokes that were quick and powerful. He gave her exactly what she asked for, taking her hard and fast.

  Her heart continued to hammer in her chest. She gripped a cheek and pulled it taut, opening herself even more to him. As Marcus thrust deep into her pussy, she inched quickly toward another orgasm.

  He plunged into her, pounding hard.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned. “That feels so incredible. You’re going to make me come again.”

  Cass lost herself in all of the scorching-hot and tantalizing sensations she’d so quickly become addicted to. All the insecurities she’d ever felt seemed to melt into oblivion as her lover’s hypnotic eyes burned with desire and passion. And something darker, more substantial. Something primal and territorial.

  His gaze alone made her shudder with excitement. The way he pleasured her confirmed he was damn serious about giving her everything she wanted and needed.

  Another assertive, deep thrust and Cass screamed out his name, letting all the exquisite sensations consume her in a dizzying, mind-blowing climax.

  Marcus let out a low growl as her inner walls contracted and released, milking him as she rode out her orgasm.

  “That’s it,” he said in a tight voice. “Squeeze my cock.”

  She did, and moments later, she felt the tremor through his body before it convulsed and he groaned sharply as he came inside her.

  Cass clenched him even tighter.

  “Oh yes,” he ground out. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”

  The term of endearment made her heart soar.

  When he withdrew from her, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her straighten, his lips grazed her neck again.

  “I want you to belong to me,” he whispered.

  She felt the sharp scrape of his fangs, knew his intent. It was an invitation unlike any she’d ever received. Unlike anything she would ever experience with another man.

  Cass thought of her work and her friend Linda. She’d miss both, but enough to pass on this unique, unexpected opportunity? And what about her mother? Considering their tumultuous relationship, was that reason to stay human?

  “Cass?” Marcus muttered against her throat.

  “Yes,” she answered, this time without hesitation, not feeling a shred of fear or doubt. She knew exactly what she wanted.

  Marcus.

  Forever.

  “Do it,” she insisted. “Make me yours. For all of eternity.”

  His sharp teeth sank into her neck and Cass felt that exquisite pleasure surge through her once more and knew it would never end.

  Chapter Four

  Three months later…

  “Cass,” her mother said into the static-filled line, “I don’t understand what you’re doing in Italy!”

  “Taking a vacation, Mother,” she replied with practiced patience. She hadn’t told her mother she’d eloped with Marcus. It was a private affair she’d kept to herself, protecting it from anyone tainting the beautiful relationship they had.

  A lengthy sigh ensued, then her mother said, “It just isn’t responsible. Taking a leave of absence from your job to travel Europe. I’m sure I raised you better than this.”

  Cass smiled. Funny how these little nit-picks no longer bothered her. Oddly, when Cass had met Marcus and had became a vampire, she’d found a place for herself in the world. She was suddenly comfortable in her own skin. For the first time in her life.

  She spared a glance in his direction as he lit several candles lining the pony wall of the terrace that overlooked Florence and its dazzling city lights. They were staying in a villa on the outskirts of the city, having spent the past few weeks enjoying the region by night, with all its breathtaking and sultry evening sights. Another two nights here and they’d move on to Milan before heading to Greece for another month.

  Every moment with her new husband was pure bliss.

  “Mother, my boss was perfectly amenable to me finally using the vacation hours I’ve stored up over the years. He doesn’t want to lose me as an employee, so he was more than willing to accommodate the request.”

  Not that she was wholly certain she’d go back to work. Being a vampire meant she had to make some radical changes in her life and be extra careful not to draw attention to the fact she was no longer human. But perhaps she could move into a part-time position, working remotely, so that she could continue the job she loved. Details she’d address when she and Marcus returned from their honeymoon.

  Her mother made a sharp tsking noise at her comment. “That job is the best thing in your life, Cassandra. Without it, what would you be?”

  The cruel statement would have stung the old Cass. But it merely made the new one laugh softly. “Oh, Mother. You know so very little about me.”

  Not only did Cass’ mother not know about her new existence as a vampire or her marital status, she didn’t know a thing about Marcus. Perhaps it was selfish of Cass to want to keep him all to herself. To not mention him to her mother so that the bitter woman couldn’t try to tear him down or make snide remarks about Cass not being able to hold his attention for long.

  Because she did hold Marcus’ attention. All night long… And then some.

  She grinned as he turned away from the candles and caught her staring at him. Such a magnificently built man. So gorgeous and sensual, he stole her breath every time she looked at him. And every time he looked at her? He seemed to devour her with his ice-blue gaze, as though imagining a dozen different ways in which to take her.

  She squirmed in her seat on the sofa as he came through the opened floor-to-ceiling patio doors. Her cunt clenched tight and anticipation shot through her as thoughts of how he’d make love to her tonight flitted through her
mind.

  He mouthed the words hang up, and Cass had to stifle another laugh. Into the receiver of the phone, she said, “Mother, I have to go.”

  “But, Cassandra. This is the first time you’ve answered my calls in nearly a month! We’ve only just begun to talk this evening and I have so much to say about—”

  “Mother,” Cass cut her off. Something she’d never done before. It felt surprisingly good to hear a huff on the other end of the line. “I really have to go.”

  “Well! I’m not very pleased with you, Cassan—”

  “I’ll phone you in a week or so. Goodbye, Mother.” She disconnected the call and tossed the cell onto the cushion beside her.

  Marcus said, “I could hear her all the way out on the terrace.”

  “She likes to make her presence known.”

  “Hmm.” He rolled his eyes. “You won’t take offense if I tell you I have no qualms over never meeting my mother-in-law.”

  Cass grinned again. She loved any and all references to her new marital status. Being Mrs. Marcus Ionescu was Cass’ very own fairy tale come to life.

  “Lucky for you,” she said as she stood and crossed the living room, “I have no intention of subjecting you to her Supreme Bitchiness. I intend to keep a safe distance myself.”

  He pulled her into his strong embrace. “For that, I am eternally grateful.”

  “It’s the least I can do,” she murmured as she snuggled close to him, her body melding to his, her lips brushing over his neck. “After all you’ve given me.”

  He made a funny sound. “Turning you into a demon?”

  “I hardly think of myself that way. You’ve taught me how to exist without human blood.” He’d gotten her hooked, instead, on animal blood. More than a few chicken coops had suffered along the way, until Marcus had helped her to learn to control her thirst and hunt larger game that sated her and sustained her for much longer periods of time than the chickens had. Curiously, though, she still enjoyed eating human food. She didn’t need the sustenance, but she still had taste buds and a few leftover human cravings.