by Brenda Trim
My heart almost explodes out of my chest. No one has ever wanted me so fiercely.
I scoop her up and hold her close. “I will give you anything you want. You’re mine. Forever.” My mouth crashes onto hers. I pour the rest of my answer into a passionate kiss that has her chest arching into me and her lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. A groan echoes from my throat while my tongue dances with hers.
She presses her hands to my shoulders and lifts her head. Her chest is rising and falling with her panting breaths. When her legs drop from me, I grunt and grab onto them. “Trust me,” she says huskily.
I let her go and she crosses to the dresser, where she runs her fingers across the toys. She pauses over the nipple clamps and a paddle. Her eyes lift to mine with an unguarded look I’ve never seen on anyone before.
I’ve fucked my share of women and had a fair number of submissives, but I’ve never been with anyone who truly trusted me. There are no walls between us now. It’s just her and me, and the knowledge we will always love and protect each other.
I start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes follow my movements until the sides fall open, revealing my chest. It feels as if she is devouring me with her gaze as she takes in my exposed flesh then stops at my hard cock. It’s still hidden behind my slacks, but I feel utterly exposed.
The heat in her eyes promises a night I will never forget. This woman is mine, and the primal, possessive vampire I have inside batters at the cage I have him locked inside. It wants to claim Ava as his. I keep careful control over that part of me. I know it will never be satisfied with letting her live and die a natural death. If I slip, my vampiric side will force me to turn her now, regardless of her wishes.
Not going to happen, I tell myself. She trusts you. Don’t hurt her.
The recrimination serves to reinforce the bars. My vampiric side wants her, but doesn’t want to hurt her. Eager for more, I shrug off my shirt and then push my pants and boxer briefs down so I’m standing before her, naked and throbbing. A smile lifts one corner of her mouth as she eyes my cock.
She lifts her shirt and tosses it aside and I reach behind for her bra clasp while she kicks off her shoes then pushes her pants to her ankles. When she stands up in nothing but her green silk panties, my mouth waters and I lick my lips.
Surprising me, she reaches out and grabs my dick. My hips jerk forward and she sinks to her knees in front of me. I pump my stiff flesh and brush the tip along the seam of her mouth. “Suck it into your mouth, little star.”
Her tongue sneaks out and licks across the tip before dipping down the underside of my cock. My head falls forward and a groan escapes me as pleasure drowns me. Her tongue is followed by her lips, then her mouth closes around the head. My hips thrust forward and my shaft hits the back of her throat before I realize what I’ve done.
I pull my erection back, allowing her to breathe. “Sorry. That feels so fucking good.” My hips start moving at the same time as she bobs her head up and down while sucking my dick. Her hand tightens around my shaft and I am forced to lift her off me.
“Ahhh,” she shouts as her body moves through the air. I set her on the edge of the high mattress and push her upper body down. My hand caresses her back, and I press a kiss to the corner of her lips.
Her scent flares when I rip her panties from her body. It’s all I can smell, and it makes my fangs throb with hunger for more. I twist around and grab the paddle and nipple clamps. Her eyes follow me, and she spreads her legs, then mewls when she sees what I’ve picked up. The sight and sounds of her eagerness nearly makes me come right fucking then.
She’s far from submissive but in that moment, she has given everything to me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. She hasn’t lost an ounce of her backbone while giving me her body to do with as I please. She trusts me to give her the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.
“Lift your ass in the air,” I command in a husky voice.
When she complies, her breasts are lifted just enough that I can slip my hand between her and the bed and attach the clamps to her perfect nipples. She screams in pleasure when I turn on the vibrator.
The position leaves her dripping core exposed to my view. I run a finger through her glistening folds. I groan when more moisture drips down my hand with every touch I give her. Unable to resist, I lower myself and lick from her clit to her core.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her honestly.
My breath puffs against her folds, and she wiggles her hips. I lift my body and the paddle, as well. I start slapping her pert ass, and her pussy a second later. She cries out and starts writhing beneath me. She watches me over her shoulder the entire time.
I pause and grab the butt plug and lube from the dresser. When I face her again, my eager cock is pointing right at her ass. My knee nudges her inner thigh, making her legs spread wider. Putting the paddle aside, I cover the plug in lube and run it over her clit then make my way to her anus. I push the tip against her back hole and meet with resistance.
“Relax,” I tell her. She nods her head, and I push more. Slowly, the glass enters her body and I give her a moment once it’s fully seated. Picking up the paddle again, I give her ass a couple more swats.
“Holy crap. Don’t stop,” she begs.
My dominant side rears its head at that moment, and I drop the paddle then take a spot behind her. I run my cock through her slit as I lean over her back to kiss her cheek. “I’m in charge right now, little star. You’ve given yourself to me, so I’m now in control of your pleasure, and I want to fuck you senseless.”
She goes limp underneath me, with a smile on her face which makes her look softer and happier than I’ve ever seen her. “Yes, Sir.”
That makes me chuckle, but I recognize the dynamic unfolding between us. She enjoys being submissive with someone she trusts. But it’s not that simple with my Little Star. She might change her tune and want to be in charge the next time—or in five minutes. I accept all of her, even if I have to work to give in to her.
“That’s my girl,” I say, and tug on the cord connected to her nipple clamps. I position the head of my cock at her entrance, then shove inside her body. My balls slap her ass and my groin pushes the butt plug in further. The way her pussy squeezes down on me makes my testicles draw up tight, and my spine tingle.
It’s the perfect storm, and I’m close to losing my shit with one thrust. I’ve never felt so much pleasure at once before. Ava moves her hips, making my cock surge in and out of her in shallow movements. Helpless against the desire rising between us, I join her, and pound in and out of her.
She cries out as an orgasm catches her off guard and slams through her body. Her climax sparks my own, and my seed is exploding out of me a second later. “Holy shit,” I curse.
Ava’s body never comes fully down from her orgasm. I feel her core clenching around me as she winds back up. When she moves to remove her nipple clamps and lie down, I grab her and still her movements. “I just need a few seconds.”
“You came already. I assumed we were done,” she says with a moan.
“I’m a vampire, little star. I can go for hours. I need virtually no recovery time,” I tease her as I pull my hard cock out of her and ram it back in. The move nudges the plug inside her ass, and she clenches even tighter around me.
“There should be a new saying. Once you go vamp, you never go back,” she replies, with sexy little sounds. One of my hands reaches underneath us to pinch and tweak her clit.
“I’m the only vampire you will ever be with,” I inform her, and twist my hips on the next stroke.
“Oh… fuuuck,” she exclaims as I repeat the movement. “That feels good.”
I lift my body and tug at the plug in her ass while fucking her with sharp, shallow thrusts. Immediately, her muscles quiver around my erection, nearly making me come again. My free hand pulls the nipple clamps, making her back arch as she cries out.
Her inner muscles clench tightly around my shaft, telli
ng me she is close to another climax. “Don’t come yet. Hold it a bit longer.”
“I can’t,” she complains.
I smile, then I smack her ass several times, making the flesh jiggle and heat under my palm. “Listen to me, little star. This is for your pleasure,” I assure her.
I set up a rapid pace while tugging the cord for the nipple clamps. I sense the pain edging her pleasure. Her scent changes, and my fangs refuse to be ignored much longer. Leaning over her back, I press kisses to and lick the column of her neck while grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head to the side.
The new position exposes her throat. I scrape my fangs over her skin, making her shudder and her muscles clamp down on me. “Corbyn,” she shouts as her orgasm is ripped from her.
My sexy vixen didn’t listen to me. I should punish her, but I am too caught up in the pleasure and my desire for her to stop now. I hiss as my fangs sink into the flesh of her neck while her pussy squeezes me. My hips move faster when her sweet blood hits my tongue.
My eyes fall shut and my climax shoots from my cock in a rush. I’ve never felt more connected to another being in my entire, long life. I wrap my arms around her while my hips keep moving. The combination of my feeding from her and fucking her prolongs her orgasm.
Tingles unfurl in my stomach and spread like wildfire throughout my body. “I love you,” I tell her as we collapse onto the bed. I crawl up to the top and take her with me.
“You somehow worked your way past my defenses and made me love you, too,” she says with a yawn. “What happens now?”
“Sleep, love. We have the rest of our lives to figure out our next step,” I say as I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. My heart is going to burst in my chest. Ava made the dead muscle beat again. Life has taken a sharp left and I went sailing over a cliff, but instead of breaking apart on the rocky bottom, I’ve been saved by a fragile woman. I will do everything in my power to make her happy, and love her forever.
Author’s Note
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I have co-authored over thirty books in the bestselling Dark Warrior Alliance and Hollow Rock Shifters series and am the mastermind behind the Bramble's Edge Academy series, as well as many other titles. Read on for an excerpt from Dream Warrior, the first book in my Dark Warrior Alliance series.
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Excerpt from Dream Warrior, Dark Warrior Alliance Book #1
Elsie woke, drenched in sweat, with a scream trapped on her lips and her sheets tangled around her legs. Her sister stirred next to her on the queen-sized mattress. Elsie didn’t want to wake her and shoved a fist into her mouth, stifling the scream from clawing its way out as the images from her nightmare continued to consume her. No matter how long and hard she fought them, the visions and memories refused to leave her.
It always started the same, with her standing on the cracked linoleum in the long hall of the group home where Dalton had been murdered. She had relived that entire night countless times over the past eighteen months. She squeezed her eyes shut as the images flooded her aching brain for what seemed like the millionth time. An abattoir surrounded her. Blood splatter covered the walls, and there were pools of the crimson liquid congealing on the black-and-white checkerboard floor. She gagged when she saw a lump of bright, red meat on the floor… flesh. Yellow flags and cones lined the walls and floor, amidst the carnage. Her stomach revolted while her body went numb.
In between heaving, she had whispered a plea for help. No one responded, and she fell into a heap on the floor. Heedless of the blood she sat in, she gazed at the sight of her husband lying in a pool of blood, his sightless eyes trained on her. His neck had been torn open and shredded. How long she sat there screaming, she didn’t know. Finally, a police officer had escorted her away from her husband’s body and out of the house, where her nightmare became worse when she came up against a crowd of news media shouting questions about her husband being the latest TwiKill victim. Her world came to a crashing halt that night. At that moment, a giant black hole imploded into an endless ache in her chest.
Now, eighteen months later, that black hole had grown thorns and
pierced her heart. The pain forced her to curl into a ball on her bed. She hated how much power the memories had over her. Joining SOVA had been a way to gain some of that power back. Still, she longed to be a “normal” college student again. You haven’t been normal since you were three years old, she thought wryly.
Not even thoughts of her childhood could suppress the pain of loss. No matter how much time had passed, Dalton’s murder still seemed unbelievable. The police still didn’t know who was responsible, and the detectives in charge had been spouting the same bullshit excuses to the press for eighteen months. They were incompetent, and hadn’t learned a fraction of what Elsie had within the first forty-eight hours. Not that she was able to tell them what she had learned. She couldn’t, or she’d risk her and her friends’ freedom. The instant the police learned the facts of the case, they’d all be charged with a crime.
She jumped from the bed and made it to the bathroom, where she promptly lost the measly contents of her stomach. It had been the same day in and day out for what seemed like forever. She had been wracked with unending grief, barely able to function.
Sleep was a thing of the past, interrupted by her nightmares. The dark circles under her eyes, she could live with, but the muddled memory and irritability were another story. She lived on energy drinks and candy. She couldn’t remember the last time she had consumed a full meal because the grief created a barrier in her throat. Between the black smudges and her weight loss, she looked like a zombie. Hell, she felt like one too.
As the stomach spasms stopped, she wiped her mouth, flushed the toilet and prayed for the millionth time for a magic pill that would take the pain away. Sadly, science wasn’t on her side with that one.