by Siren Allen
Before she could stop herself she blurted out, “My back.”
He stopped. She could feel her cheeks heating.
“What about your back?”
“Uh, I can’t reach it.”
Silence… and then, “Just pour that stuff on your back.”
“And make a mess? I think not.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Holding the bottle out, she told him what she wanted. “I want you to rub lubricant on my back for me.”
Gulp, she actually heard him swallow. He was nervous, probably more so than she was.
“I have to shower,” he told her.
“The shower isn’t going anywhere.”
“Neither are you,” was his response.
“So do you want me to wait until you get out of the shower?”
“I don’t care what you do.” The bathroom door slammed shut.
Was he serious? Two could play that game. She would just wait. But she wasn’t going to put any clothes on while she did so. Lark sat on the side of her bed and stared at the wall. Seconds ticked away, only seconds, and already she felt like she’d been waiting forever.
Probably because she had. She’d been waiting for years for this night. Had pictured how it would go down in her mind a thousand times. Though she’d never pictured her first time being with a vamp, now that she’d met Raynor, she couldn’t picture it any other way.
Standing up, she set the lotion on her nightstand then strode over to the bathroom door. She opened the door to find Raynor with his shirt off standing with his hands clutching either side of the small sink, staring into the mirror.
His gaze swung her way. “What are you doing?”
“Hurrying you along. What are you doing?” He stared down into the sink. When he didn’t respond she asked again, “Raynor, what are you doing?”
He took a deep breath and then sighed. “Losing my mind,” he told her, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Losing my fucking mind.”
What was she supposed to say to that? Turns out, she didn’t have to say a word. Her mate did the talking.
“I don’t know what’s worse, being near you every day or the thought of never seeing you again. Truth is, they both hurt.”
“Raynor, I…”
“This thing we’ve got, it works best when we don’t talk or look at each other.”
Not happening. She was done running and she wasn’t going to let him run either. “I don’t know what’s got you all worked up, but all I want you to do is rub lubricant on me. Yet I find you standing around staring into the mirror. Maybe going to the harem every day is messing with your mind. Whatever it is, you can’t blame it on me.”
“The harem isn’t messing with my mind,” he told her.
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“It’s not,” he stared her way. “It’s the only thing keeping me sane.”
“Well it’s not doing a very good job,” she taunted.
Another tick in the jaw. “You should go, I need to shower.”
“Go ahead and shower, I need to style my hair.”
“For bed?”
“Who said I was going to bed?”
“Where else would you be going at this hour?”
“There’s a party in the lobby tonight.” A lie. “I promised a friend I would stop by.”
“What friend?” He rose to his full height, towering over her.
She wasn’t intimidated at all, she was turned the hell on. Lark strode over to the sink. With a quick hip bump she moved him out of her way. Well actually, the moment her hip touched his side, he jumped away as if burned.
Soon she would be all over him, so he better get used to being close to her. Lark stared into the mirror. Raising her hands to her hair she lifted it from her shoulders. It had grown so much over the past weeks.
She could see Raynor’s reflection in the glass. His eyes were on her ass, a perfect place to be. Turning to the side she arched her back and stared at her own bottom.
“What are you doing?” He choked.
“Have I gained weight?”
“How can you gain weight, you barely eat?”
“I eat,” Lark told him, still admiring her derriere.
“You would starve if I didn’t bring food to the room for you.”
“Thanks by the way,” she told him. “I love the way you take care of me.” Their eyes met in the mirror. His gaze was full of confusion. Eyes connected in the glass, neither of them said a word.
Finally Lark broke the silence. “I also need to thank you for having them build that ramp for me. I was distracted the day I fell. I’m normally not that clumsy.”
Raynor nodded. “Why were you distracted?”
“I was thinking about us.”
“What about us?”
“Just the usual things I think about.”
“Like?” His eyes strayed to her ass again then quickly back to her face.
She lowered her hands and placed them on the sink. Staring at him in the mirror she said, “I was thinking about how much I love you.”
Shaking his head, he swiped a hand over his face then opened his mouth to speak. She beat him to it.
“I was also thinking about the damage I’d done to our relationship. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, I know how badly my words hurt you.”
“Lark, we don’t have to travel down this road again.”
“We’ve never been down this road. Whenever I steer us in this direction you leave the vehicle. Do you like how I used the travelling analogy?”
Raynor grinned and her heart melted. He was grinning, at her, with her, because of something she’d said. This was progress. Her heart blossomed with hope.
“That was kind of creative,” he told her.
And now he was complimenting her. If he kept this up she’d be bending over the sink, begging him to enter her. That thought sent naughty images racing through her mind. She knew he’d caught on to her when he sniffed then turned away from her, heading into the shower. Damn it, why was he running?
“Shut the door behind you when you leave,” he told her as he slid the glass stall door closed. She really needed to get a see through door placed on that stall. Once again, he was shutting her out. Yeah, not happening. She might seem desperate, but to hell with it.
Lark slid the stall door open. “So you’re going to shower with your pants on?”
He was covered in water. His pants soaked. It was really kind of humorous and she would’ve laughed if his chest didn’t look so sexy with water dripping down it.
“I would’ve undressed completely but you’re in the room.”
“I’ve seen you naked before Raynor, remember the bathing pool?”
“How can I forget,” he mumbled as he picked up his bar of cleanser and rubbed it over his chest.
“This is ridiculous. You can’t shower with pants on.” Before he could reply, she reached for the button on his slacks, ignoring the shocked expression on his face.
“What are...?”
Button undone, she quickly pulled his pants down. What sprang forward made her mouth water and it wasn’t just because the spray from the shower was dripping on her head and running down her face.
“Step out of them so I can wring them out and put them in the hamper.” Thank the stars her voice sounded normal because she wasn’t feeling very normal right now. She could feel his eyes on her, hear him breathing and she wondered if his heart was thundering in his chest the way hers was.
He slowly stepped out of the slacks. She picked them up and then walked over to the sink, leaving the stall door open. As she wrung the pants out their gazes once again met in the glass. He was still confused, but his eyes were swirling faster.
Stars, he was the sexiest being she’d ever seen in her life. Nervous, she stared down at the pants. She’d already wrung out every drop of water that she could, but still she twisted, unsure of what to do next.
In the shower, Raynor stood still, water c
ascading over him as he watched her. Done stalling, she took the wet pants over to the hamper chute and tossed them inside. Now what? With nothing to do with her hands she rubbed them through her hair. The nervous energy coursing through her was making it impossible for her to be still or quiet.
“Now you’re free to shower without getting your clothes wet,” she pointed out the obvious.
A jerk of his head was all she received as a response. He made no move to start showering. Both naked they just stood there, two horny virgins, both too nervous to make the first move. Lark knew her actions were confusing the hell out of him, especially after what he heard her say on his brethrens’ spacecraft that day.
“Do you need me to wash your back?” She didn’t wait on him to answer, she simply entered the stall and closed the door behind her, shutting them into the small space. Steam rose around them.
Instead of turning his back to her, he turned to face her. “Are you trying to destroy me,” his deep voice rumbled.
Lark shook her head.
“Then why are you doing this?”
“I only want to wash your…”
“Not just this, all of this. Why are you tempting me, reminding me of what I will never have?”
“It’s already yours. All you have to do is accept my apology and claim me.”
He closed his eyes. She watched his chest rise up and down as he fought for control. Grabbing the cleanser from his hands, Lark began rubbing it over his chest. Underneath her hand he trembled. She smiled.
“What’s funny?”
She stared up to find him watching her through half closed eyes. “Nothing.”
“Then why do you smile?”
“Because I’m happy.”
“And why are you happy?”
“Because I’m with you.”
He grabbed her hand, holding it in place over his heart. “I don’t have time for games.”
“Neither do I. I’m tired of playing, of running. I’m ready.”
Another growl, deeper this time rose from within him. Holding her hand, he moved it over his body. Lark swallowed as he used her hand to wash his chest. She tried to hold his gaze, but she couldn’t.
As his hand dipped to his stomach, she stared down, too shy to watch him watch her. However, staring down didn’t solve her problem. Her gaze landed on his cock, which jerked and swelled larger as she stared at it. Lark chose to glare at the back wall instead.
She could feel her eyes heating, turning red as Raynor moved her hand lower. Thank the stars she was still holding the cleansing bar, if not, she’d be touching his cock right now. He used her hand to rub the bar over his shaft. He made sure she cleaned him thoroughly.
Then he grabbed her head and pushed her down to her knees. “My legs,” his deep voice rumbled.
Kneeling, Lark obeyed and rubbed the bar over his legs, not missing a spot. Once done, he turned around. After taking a deep breath, Lark stood and cleaned his back, his buttocks and then his calves.
She stepped away from him as he stepped under the spray to rinse off. He turned around, facing her and continued to allow the water to wash over him. Lark didn’t have time to think of what to do next, he was one step ahead of her.
“It’s time to dry off.”
Lark nodded. After Raynor turned the shower off they stepped from the stall and he retrieved a cloth from the rack. He turned and handed it to her. Lark began drying his chest but stilled when he grabbed her hand and once again used it to dry himself.
He rubbed her hand over his chest. Lark stared at his throat, not sure where else to look. When his hand dipped to his belly, she swallowed. He moved lower, bringing her hand with him.
Soon she was drying his cock. Up and down, he moved her hand, she could feel his length jerking under the cloth that she held. Between her legs she grew wetter, hotter, for him. Her chest was rising and falling faster, her heart racing.
He groaned and she mimicked him, unable to help herself. Hand going slack, the cloth dropped from her grasp. Lark moved to pick it up. Raynor tightened his grip on her hand. Staring into his eyes, she waited for him to tell her what he wanted.
No words left his mouth. Instead, he showed her. He placed her palm on his cock and wrapped her fingers around his length. It was impossible for her to turn redder than she was. She didn’t pull away. Was too excited to complain or protest.
Gazes locked, he moved her hand up and down his shaft. Lark stepped closer, not liking the distance between them. He moved her hand faster, causing her to stroke him faster. She tightened her hand around him and was rewarded with another deep groan.
Stars, she loved the sounds he made. She moved her hand faster, no longer needing him to guide her. His hips jerked. With his eyes closed he pushed into her palm.
“Open your eyes,” she told him. “I want you to see me, to know who it is that’s bringing you pleasure.”
He opened his eyes. “How could I not know?” he choked out, thrusting into her hand.
“I don’t want you imagining your harem friends doing this to you.”
For a moment he looked confused then ashamed. “There has never been anyone else, will never be anyone else, only you, only this.”
Damn right, she kept those words to herself. “Good,” she said instead. “Because you will be the only one for me also.”
His gaze darkened and he tried to pull away. “You lie. I know you’ve been with other males.”
Lark shook her head, not allowing him to move too far away, she still held his cock in her grasp. “There has only been Ana. No males have ever lain with me. I swear. You will be my first and my only. Tonight will be a night of many firsts. Starting now.”
She dropped to her knees in front of him. She licked her lips and Raynor moaned her name before her tongue even touched him.
“Sweet Lark.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
He was dreaming. He had to be.
This couldn’t be real. His mate couldn’t be on her knees in front of him, licking her lips, looking like a siren from his fantasies. But the hand around his cock felt real. The warmth of her breath against the tip of him felt real.
Raynor watched in awe and shock as his mate leaned forward, bringing her parted lips closer to his cock. And this was her first time. Pride filled him. Never in his life had he been as hard as he was right now. Never had he been this aroused.
If there was a rational thought left in his head, it would tell him to push her away from him. It would tell him that this was the same female who shunned him, the same female who said she could never mate with the likes of him.
He was long past the ability to form a rational thought or listen to logic. And was pushed further over the edge the moment she wrapped her lips around his cock. A hiss escaped him and he begged his body to be still.
There was no need for her to know how deeply her actions affected him. She pushed her mouth down on him, going as far as she could then pulled back, taking with her his ability to breath. Stars, the friction would be the death of him. He closed his eyes but her words forced them back open.
“Watch me.”
Damn it, did she want him to come undone before she finished? That would be the outcome if he continued to watch what she was doing to him. Yet, he obeyed, not wanting to admit to himself how much he yearned to watch her love him with her mouth.
Her eyes stayed with his as she brought her mouth down on him again. Her hair fell forward, brushing his spur. A tremor wracked his body from the contact. He’d thought that region of him dead.
Apparently it was true what his mated friends told him. The spur really does gain feeling when you find your mate. Lark noticed his reaction. She pulled back and stared at the nub that he’d thought had no purpose.
Leaning forward she stuck her tongue out and swiped it across his spur. His back bowed and he sealed his lips closed, refusing to roar from the pleasure her ministrations caused to erupt over his flesh.
A naughty smile spread across her f
ace. “Interesting,” she whispered, grabbing his cock and moving her hand up and down over it. Raynor’s fangs bit into his lip as he stared on, watching her lick his spur while using her hand to rock his cock.
Holding still was no longer an attainable goal. His hips thrust forward, despite his efforts to hold them in place. His cock rocked into her palm as his spur pushed into her warm mouth, her tongue twirling around it, teasing it. He could smell her arousal, was growing drunk from the scent of it. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth as his fangs pierced his bottom lip.
“Magnificent,” Lark whispered, staring up at him before trailing her hand down his thigh as she slid his cock back into her mouth.
Magnificent? Him? He tried to hold on to that thought as she brought him pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Magnificent? How? He was sure his eyes were as dark as the deepest abyss.
He was sure his fangs were ripping his bottom lip to shreds and his mouth was covered in his own blood. His beast was so close to the surface he could feel it underneath his skin, pushing him to move closer to their mate.
Instead of calling him magnificent she should be calling him monstrous. However, that wasn’t what she’d said. Magnificent? Could this be real? Could she seriously be ready for him and the darkness that dwelled deep within?
He wished she would let him in her mind. The wall was still there, blocking him from her thoughts and for that reason; he’d built his own wall to keep her out. Was she ready for both of them to destroy their barriers and become one?
Her mouth was telling him that she was. When her hand reached below and grabbed his sac, the muscles in his stomach tightened. This was new, all of these sensations were new to him, but this particular one felt different.
The intensity of the feeling increased as Lark massaged his sac while taking him deeper into her mouth. Each time she lowered her mouth on him and pulled back, his hips followed her, his desire for her growing stronger.
Raynor needed more. He gripped her head, fingers threading through her hair and resting at the back of her skull. Still watching her, he pushed her head forward. Her lips widened as she took more of him into her mouth.