He ate pussy like a starving man, humming to himself so the vibrations echoed throughout my body. Every once in a while I felt the prick of his fangs and it only sent my arousal higher. I gripped his hair and ground into his face, unable to control myself, and he must have loved it because he growled and went at me with his tongue harder.
I couldn’t stop my hips from churning as my body sought the orgasm I wanted so badly. I was heaving, crying out, whimpering his name as I fell onto my back, no longer able to hold myself up.
He lifted his head for a moment, his lips red and wet, eyes inhuman. “Come on my tongue, Roxy. Want to taste every bit of it.”
“Oh fuck,” I muttered just as his tongue went back at my clit and he plunged two fingers inside of me.
My back bowed off the bed and like a thunderclap, I came. The thunder rolled through me, spreading to every limb and to the tips of my fingers as Dru didn’t let up.
When I collapsed back on the bed, he still wasn’t done. His tongue was softer now, but he was eagerly lapping up everything my body had to offer.
When he lifted his head, I knew this wasn’t even close to being over. He stood up slowly, towering over me. The veins in his neck protruded as he seemed to fight to keep himself in check. He fisted his shirt at his upper back and pulled it over his head, dropping it to the side before quickly shucking his pants.
Fuck me. He was the most perfect specimen I’d ever seen. Massive shoulders, a huge chest that could probably bench-press three of me, and a tight stomach of rippling muscle. Between the boulders that were his thighs was a long, thick dick that was pointing right at me. My pussy clenched.
He pushed me up higher on the bed and with a quick flick of his wrist, rolled me over onto my stomach. He made short work of the laces on the back of my corset and then tugged me up onto my hands and knees. This was never a position I liked—it made me feel too vulnerable, but when his hands settled on my hips, and his thighs pressed against the backs of mine, I felt nothing but arousal.
A hand wrapped around my throat and then he pulled me up, my back to his front. I moaned at the possessive way he gripped me. I’d just come, but I wanted him between my legs again, his mouth, his fingers, that thick cock. Goddamn anything, as long as it belonged to him.
“Your pussy,” he said, as his other hand flicked my nipples, “melted on my tongue. Dripped for me and tasted just like honey.”
I tried to talk, but the only thing I managed to say was his name on a whisper.
“That’s it,” he said. “Say my name. Scream it, whisper it, shout it. I’ll hear it every possible way from your lips by the time this night is over.”
His hand passed in front of my face, and that scent hit my nostrils again. “Gonna take that blood you offered, then I’m going to take your body again and again.”
“Yes,” I managed to say. “Please. Just don’t stop touching me.”
When his fangs entered my skin, I didn’t even feel the pain. He kept a firm grip on my throat as he drank from the side of my neck. With every drag, I felt an answering pulse inside, like he had a direct link to my clit. I reached down to feel myself, and my fingers came away slick. His fingers replaced mine, and he slipped three inside me, pumping them in time with his sucking.
I was on another plane of existence with the sensation of my blood being pulled through my veins and his fingers tapping at my G-spot. I came again, his name on my lips like a chant.
When his fangs left my neck, he licked the wound. I glanced over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, his fangs and lips dripping with red blood—my blood. He let me drop back onto the bed, and I caught myself on my hands just as he gripped my hips and thrust into me.
I screamed at the sensation of his cock stretching me. No one, nothing had ever felt like this—he filled me perfectly, like he was made for me.
He didn’t waste any time. His hips jerked as he slammed into me, and I was babbling his name in a hundred different ways. He wrapped his fist around my hair and tugged, the force sending my ass slamming back into him. Oh God, the sensation in my scalp rode a knife-edge of pleasure and pain that throbbed in my clit. Since when did hair pulling trigger an erogenous zone? I was out of my mind as he planted one fist into the bed, the other using my hair like an anchor to hold me right where he wanted me.
I wanted to be there too.
His teeth skirted the rim of my ear. “So tight for me, Roxy. Been waiting all your life for me, haven’t you?”
Yes, no, probably. I couldn’t talk, not with my head forced back at this angle, and I didn’t want to. I was his to fuck, to use, to drink. My body would fuel him and also be the vessel for his release. And fuck, I wanted to be. I needed to be. I craved the way Dru fucked me like he owned me. Maybe he did, at least the part of me that wanted to be owned.
His teeth sliced into a vein below my ear and I cried out, the orgasm racing through me like a lightning bolt. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, between Dru’s fingers, tongue, and cock.
He drank from me greedily, the delicious drag flooding my senses. He fucked me through it, our bodies moving together, slick with sweat and blood. He hadn’t even come yet, and my thighs were soaked from my wetness. The obscene sounds of him sucking on my neck and fucking into my wet pussy filled the room, the erotic echoes only making me hotter.
I came again, and just as my inner walls clamped around his dick, he roared, and I felt his cock pulse inside me.
My arms and legs gave out, and I fell onto the mattress in a heap, his dick still inside me. I was wrung out, exhausted, and so fucked out, I wasn’t sure what my name was anymore.
But I knew his. I’d always know his. “Dru,” I whispered.
His tongue was at my neck, licking at his bites, and his hands brushed my hair off my sweaty neck. “My Roxy,” he practically purred. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to stay inside you forever.”
His dick pulsed again, and more wetness slipped out of me. I felt him pull out, and something in me panicked. My eyes flew open. “Hey, don’t leave—”
“Not leaving,” he said. A warm, wet cloth wiped between my legs. When he was finished cleaning me, he wrapped me in his arms. I might have muttered his name again, but then I was asleep in seconds.
* * *
—
But when I woke up, the sheets beside me were completely cold. I rubbed my eyes and sat up with the sheet clutched to my chest, and glanced around the empty room. God, I ached everywhere. Every muscle. I didn’t even want to know what my hair or face looked like. But I didn’t care about that right now, because my first priority was figuring out where the fuck Dru went.
He wouldn’t have bailed on me again, would he?
Shit, I couldn’t panic. If I acted like a clingy human, he’d freak out that I was going to do the same thing the last human did. Calm down, Roxy. It was just good sex, right? Really good sex. He hadn’t even kissed me, I realized now as I brushed my fingers over my lips. He’d bitten me, fed from me, and coaxed multiple orgasms from my body. But he hadn’t once kissed my lips.
Except I didn’t really believe it was just sex. Not when I remembered his whispered My Roxy in my ear. The tender way he held me. The attention he paid to my body, like he wanted to know every detail.
The door opened and I clutched the sheet to my body tighter, quickly glancing around for somewhere to hide. When Dru’s body filled the doorway, relief swept through me.
He watched me cautiously as he made his way across the room. He wore a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, and his hair was slightly damp, like he’d just showered. I wanted him all over again. “How’d you sleep?” he asked as he sat down beside me and placed a warm, foil-wrapped bundle on my lap. I blinked at it, then up at him. “Um, okay, I guess. What time is it?”
“Ten A.M.”
“Oh, shit,” I muttered. “What time d
id we fall asleep?”
“You fell asleep around two I think.”
“When did you fall asleep?”
He cocked his head at me with a slight frown. “I don’t sleep.”
I was in the process of unwrapping the foil when he said that. “What do you mean?”
“We don’t need to sleep. If we do, it means we’re sick and need to feed.”
“Oh.” That was probably Vampire 101 and I should have known. In the foil was a scrambled egg sandwiched in an English muffin.
Dru cleared his throat. “We hire a human cook who helps us since we don’t really need food. If there’s something else…”
“This is fine,” I said before I took a bite. Damn, I was hungry.
He watched me as I ate, and when I was finished, he handed me a water bottle. I could have used some coffee, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. After I’d chugged half the water, I set the bottle on the table beside the bed.
Belatedly, I realized the sheets had slipped down to my waist, so I was topless. But Dru wasn’t staring at my chest. He hadn’t taken his gaze off my face once. I was starting to be self-conscious about it. “Is there something on my face?”
He shook his head. “I like to look at you.” His voice dropped to a low rumble. “And memorize what you look like so I can recall it easily after you leave.”
This was when he should kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. What would his full lips feel like on mine? Would his fangs nick me? How would that talented tongue play with mine?
But he didn’t, instead all he said was, “Your friend is waiting for you. I’ll leave so you can get dressed.”
He stood up, and I reached for him. “Please don’t go.”
His gaze darted to my hand on his arm, then back to me. Shit, I was doing it. I was being weird. “I mean, I’ll get dressed in the bathroom. Would you just wait? And then we can say goodbye.” I was proud of myself that my voice didn’t crack on the bye, even if I felt the burn of tears at the back of my eyes.
He nodded, and I scrambled off the bed, grabbing my clothes on the way to the bathroom. After shutting the door, the first thing I did was check out the damage in the mirror. Wow, so, my face didn’t look too bad. In fact, did he clean my face? It was makeup free. I pulled my hair up into a bun, wiped my face, and dressed quickly.
When I returned to the bedroom, Dru was sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows braced on his thighs. He lifted his head, and I adjusted the corset that I definitely didn’t want to be wearing anymore.
His expression was frustratingly neutral. I wanted to see him in pain like I was. I knew in my heart I wasn’t like that other human. I didn’t want to be a vampire, I wasn’t obsessed with this club. I just wanted to be in Dru’s presence, to kiss his lips and feel his arms around me.
When I stood in front of him, he reached out a hand and drew me closer, between his legs. He rested his forehead on my stomach, and the sight of his bent head gave me flashbacks to last night.
I wanted to ask if I could come visit him, but I wasn’t sure how he’d take it. So I stayed silent, and ran my hands through his dark hair. Was this our goodbye? A wordless one?
Finally he stood up, and with a tight jaw said, “It’s time.”
Right, Cassie was waiting. I picked up my heels and stood behind Dru as he paused with his hand on the door. He glanced at me over his shoulder, and opened his mouth like he’d speak, but then his eyes clouded over. With a nod, he opened the door and walked out.
We made our way through the club, now mostly empty except for a cleaning crew. Cassie stood near the entrance, arms wrapped around her waist, craning her neck to see me behind Dru’s body.
“Roxy!” she squealed and raced toward me on bare feet. She crashed into me, and I wrapped my arms around her. “Oh my God, I was so worried. I didn’t see you all night.” She held me at arm’s length and studied my face. “You okay?”
I wasn’t. Nope. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”
She beamed at me. “Great! I’ll be back for sure. What about you?”
I glanced at Dru, but couldn’t see his eyes as he stood in a shadow. “Uh, I’m not sure. Maybe in a couple of months if I need the money.”
“Oh, speaking of money.” She held up two envelopes and handed me one. “Here’s yours.”
I took it from her, the weight of the money not comforting at all. This was what I’d come here for, and now that I had it, it felt wrong, dirty. I was getting paid for what Dru and I had done. All I said was a soft, “Awesome.”
“Ready to go? I have your jacket by the way.” She handed me the leather bundle. “Zeb will lead us back upstairs.” She pointed to Zeb, who stood by the doors.
I clutched my jacket, glad for the familiar feel of the soft material. “Oh, wow, thanks. And yeah, I’m ready.”
She turned around with a flare of her skirt, and I risked another glance at Dru. He didn’t move toward me, and my heart felt like it was cracking into a dozen pieces. When I walked by him, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. I paused as his thumb caressed the soft skin. “Bye, Roxy.”
Those words were final. And I vowed that no matter how poor I was, and how desperately I needed the money, I wouldn’t return. It wasn’t worth it to put myself or Dru through this. It ended here. Now.
“Bye, Dru,” I said. Then I hurried after Cassie.
TWO MONTHS LATER
“See you tomorrow!” I called to the cook as I left the diner after a ten-hour shift. I had the next two days off, and I planned to spend them all on my couch reading and sleeping. My feet were killing me, and I was glad that the walk home was only two blocks.
Mission was quiet tonight. The cold always had a way of keeping the shenanigans of the riff-raff to a minimum. Still, I wrapped my coat around myself and stuck my hand in my pocket, where I kept my pepper spray on my keychain.
I’d always avoided Mission at night, and lectured my brother about his curfew as well. But ever since that night I’d found excuses to extend my time outdoors a little bit. It was stupid. I knew that. Dru wasn’t coming up here to see me. But that didn’t stop me from glancing around, hoping for a glimpse of those dark eyes and sharp jaw.
That vampire had utterly ruined me. I dreamed of him. And sometimes I wondered if I was going slightly insane, but then I realized I was…in love. Or in lust. Or infatuated. Which was maybe still insane. I’d known him for one night. Every time I thought about him, my stomach went fluttery like it did when I got a crush—which I hadn’t had since I was a teenager.
I couldn’t talk to anyone about him. I hadn’t told Cassie. She would have thought I was crazy. She was basically a groupie now. She went to the club almost every week and asked me to come with her every time. I always said no. She tried to get me to talk about what happened, and I refused. What Dru and I had shared was between us.
I didn’t want to go to Bite, because what if he wasn’t there? Or worse, what if he was drinking from another human? He was probably back to fucking them now since I’d proven not all humans went a little crazy. If I went there and saw him with his tongue between another woman’s legs…
I squeezed my eyes shut. Stop it, Roxy.
I reached my apartment and jogged up the stairs to my floor. After unlocking the doorknob and the two deadbolts, I called for my brother. “Nate!” I shut the door behind me and hung my coat and purse up on a hook by the door. “Nate!” I called again. No answer. Frowning, I made my way to the kitchen to see a note on the fridge.
Spending the night at Andy’s. Be back tomorrow afternoon. Love ya.
Nate was sixteen and had a job that he worked around his school hours. He was a good kid, and Andy was one of the few friends of his who had decent parents.
I looked around the apartment. I had it to myself. This was a novelty. I stripped as I made my way down the hallway, peeling off my apron
, my jeans, and my grease-stained shirt. After a quick rinse in the shower, I combed out my hair and let it down so it could dry. With a towel wrapped around me, I walked into my bedroom to find something to wear.
And I promptly screamed when I saw a figure standing by my bed.
I mean an actual blood-curdling scream, which I shut off with a hand clapped over my mouth when I realized it was Dru.
Dru was in my apartment.
I stared at him with wide eyes, taking in his massive form, his dark eyes. He wore a long leather jacket that reached his knees, and beneath that a pair of jeans and a dark shirt.
But what I noticed the most was how sunken his eyes looked, how they were narrowed like he was in pain. His lips parted, and his voice was like sandpaper. “Roxy.”
I leaped at him. Because, oh God, he was here, in the flesh, in my world this time. I wrapped my arms around his waist and clung to him. His fingers sifted through my wet hair. “Roxy,” he said again, and I pressed against him harder.
He stumbled a bit, and I pulled back as he sank down onto the edge of my bed. His shoulders trembled slightly and my happiness at seeing him was quickly replaced with concern. I tilted his chin up so I could get a good look at his face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
His eyes weren’t focusing well. “Tired.”
“Oh, well we can sleep—” I frowned. “Wait, you don’t sleep. What’s going on? Are you sick? When’s the last time you fed?”
He licked his lips and his gaze dropped to my neck before it slowly returned to my face. “A bit ago.”
I gripped his chin tighter. “How long ago, Dru?”
“Supposed to have fresh blood every few days, but I’ve been stretching it out….” His voice trailed off.
“What the hell?” I was frustrated now. “What’s going on?”
“I’m weak,” he said abruptly.
I stilled. “Well that’s because you need to feed—”
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