Between a Vamp and a Hard Place (23 page)

“I think I want to hear what you're going to do to me,” I said as he turned fully around, cock facing me once more. I kept staring at it, even though I was trying not to. It
was
rather eye-catching in its largeness.

“Do you wish details, then? Very well.” He leaned against the door again and crossed his arms over his chest, the picture of relaxation. Only his eyes told me that the predator was still very much at the forefront. “I think I would start with peeling your clothes from your fine form. Then I would toss you down on the bed and kiss every inch of you. Your breasts are quite lovely, after all, and they deserve some attention.”

“Mmm, keep going.” This was nice talk, but I wasn't getting the good, dirty stuff yet.

“Then I would take your cunny with my mouth.” His blue eyes gleamed. “And I would make you rub it against my lips, until you were shuddering against my tongue.”

All right, definitely getting warmer. I shivered, wrapping my arms around my torso so he couldn't see how my nipples perked up at the thought of that.

“And once I have fucked your cunny with my tongue, I would push my cock so deep into you that you would scream for more.” His voice had taken on a sultry edge. “And I would thrust into you over and over again, your ankles on my shoulders, my cock deep inside you. I would make you come a dozen times, and still not let you relax until I'm done with you.”

My mouth was dry. “I s-see.”

“Not yet, you do not,” he said, voice soft. “Now, invite me in.”

I licked my lips. Gosh, they were dry, too. I blinked repeatedly, heat pooling through my body. His words had put me in a daze. Then I gestured, not wanting to drag this out any longer. “Come to me, Rand.”

He moved so fast he was a blur.

The next thing I knew, there was an arm locked behind my head, another behind my back, and my clothed front was pushed up against a very broad, very naked chest.

“But first,” Rand murmured, “I will sip from your throat. Tell me you want that. That you want my fangs plunging deep into you the way you want my cock.”

I pressed my fingertips to his chest. “I . . . I'm a little afraid of it. You won't drink too much, will you?”

“Not much at all,” he assured me and leaned in to press small kisses against my jaw and throat. “Merely enough to whet the edge of my appetite. Enough to flush my skin so I am warm against you. Enough that my cock will not be cold as I stroke through your folds. Enough that I have the taste of you—all of you—in my mouth.”

I shuddered at his erotic words. “Then taste me.”

“I shall taste you in many places, Lindsey.” His tongue licked at the hollow of my throat, and I moaned. “I intend on seeing if you taste the same in many places. Behind your ear, you are particularly sweet.” His teeth caught my earlobe, and I shivered as he gave it a tiny nip, then licked the skin. “And your neck is soft like the finest silks. I wonder if the skin between your legs is equally as silky, or tastes as fine.”

I trembled against him. Was he going to bite me there? “Taste me anywhere you want.” My knees were weak at the thought.

“First, though . . .” he murmured, coming up to press a gentle kiss to my mouth before his gaze met mine, “ . . . a promise is a promise.”

Dazed, I wondered what he meant, then realized it when he grabbed a fistful of my shirt a moment later and ripped the front of it from me, exposing my bra.

Oh, boy.

He studied my bra with interest. “What is this garment?”

Had we never had the bra talk before? I thought he'd seen me naked, but maybe he'd never seen me in a bra. “It's to hold my breasts in place.”

He fingered the join of fabric between my breasts, the small ribbon bow on it. “Where are they going?”

Where were they . . . I giggled, struck by the absurdity of the question. “No, it's to keep them from bouncing. From wobbling when I walk. People of this time wear them.”

“Strange,” he murmured, then ripped through the bra anyhow. My breasts popped free, spilling out. “I prefer you like this.”

I made a noise of protest. That was the only bra I had with me. But as Rand's gaze devoured me, I found that I cared less and less with each passing second. I could go braless. Who cared as long as the man I was hot for gazed at me like that?

“Beautiful,” he told me, and reached up to cup my now-loose breast with his fingers.

I moaned, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation. His touch was gentle, if cold. His fingertips brushed over my nipple, teasing the peak into standing on end. “That feels good,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold myself steady. “I like it when you touch me.”

“Then it is good for both of us that I plan on touching you quite a bit,” he murmured, and his thumb slid over my nipple again, sending little sparks of desire through me. His hand went to my waist, and I felt him tug at the fabric of my jeans.

“Wait,” I said, covering his hand with mine. “Don't rip those, okay? I'll take them off.”

“Do it quickly, then,” he said, voice thick.

I looked up at him and saw that his fangs had distended, rubbing against his lips. Oh. For some reason, that affected me as much as the sight of his naked cock, and I shivered with desire. Hasty, I fumbled with my jeans, undoing my zipper and tugging the thick fabric down, bringing my panties along with them. I wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, but there was something about Rand that made me feel shy and inexperienced. Maybe it was his centuries of expertise. I hoped he wouldn't find me lacking.

I avoided his gaze as I stepped out of my jeans and panties, then discarded the remnants of my shirt. When he still hadn't spoken, I peeked up at him. “All done.”

A hint of a smile touched his face, and he made a twirling gesture with his fingers. “Turn for me.”

“Dick,” I exclaimed, laughing. He wanted to play that game? Fine. I put my hands on my hips and gave my sexiest, slowest, shimmying twirl, making sure to roll my hips as I moved.

He groaned. “Ah, Lindsey. Fate must have been smiling on me to wake me to one such as you.” His hand reached out, stroked down the curve of my spine. “You are made beautifully.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, turning back to him. I put my arms around his neck again, and was pleased when his arms went back around me as well. “You look pretty hot yourself.”

“No, I am not warm,” he disagreed. “Not yet. Soon, though.” And his eyes gleamed. “I shall sip from your body and warm myself with your flush. Only then will I claim you as mine.”

Right. Cold fingers weren't a big concern of mine at the moment. I didn't care if he was Frosty the Snowman as long as he touched me. So I dragged my fingers through his long, shaggy hair. “Kiss me now?”

He leaned in and gently pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his fangs against my lips, felt his tongue flick against the seam of my mouth oh so carefully. Kissing with fangs required a bit more attention to detail, and the kiss itself was sweet and full of soft, arousing strokes of Rand's tongue that made me wonder if he'd do the same slicking movements lower on my body.

I rather hoped that was a yes.

I whimpered against his mouth, my kisses becoming needy, more intense, until I was practically sucking on the man's tongue. When he pulled his mouth away from mine, I made a sound of protest.

“Shall I take the first of many sips, Lindsey?” He nipped at my lip, teasing me. “Or shall we keep going?”

Oh, no, I wanted him to drink. I wanted that orgasmic pierce of fangs. In response to his question, I brushed my hair off my shoulder and exposed my neck to him. My hand went to the back of his neck, and I drew him forward, against me. “Taste me, Rand. I'm all yours.”

He dragged his tongue down my throat, licking the point where my pulse throbbed. “It will not hurt you, Lindsey. That I promise.”

“I know,” I breathed.

There was a tiny flash of pain, followed by the shock of the penetration and the flick of his tongue against my skin. My throat felt hot as he drank from me, and even as he did, his hand reached to my breast and caressed it. I moaned and clung to him, full of intense pleasure as he teased my nipple and lapped at my throat. Too soon, he dragged his fangs free from my throat and licked the wound to seal it. “Delicious,” he murmured. “You are sweeter than anything I have ever tasted. It humbles me that you are mine.”

I clung to him, wanting more of everything. More bites. More breast teasing. More naked skin pressing to mine. “Rand,” I murmured. “When I said I wanted to be your partner, I meant . . . in all ways. Bed included.”

“I know.” He swept me into his arms, leading me to the bed. A moment later, he laid me down on the blankets with infinite gentleness and gazed down at me. “You are a gift to me, you know that, Lindsey? I thought this new world I'd awakened in was full of nothing but cruelty, but I find that with you here, it has so much potential.”

Tears burned my eyes at his sweet words. “Quit making me cry and kiss me,” I told him, raising my arms.

He slid against me, and I felt his flesh warmer against mine. I loved the touch of him, and I stroked my hands up and down his strong back as he nuzzled his mouth against mine and kissed me once more. “Am I warm enough for you yet, Lindsey?”

I considered this, stroking a hand down his chest. “If I say no, will you drink from me again?”

He grinned. “Is that your wish?”

I bit my lip and nodded, wanting more from him. More of everything. So I hooked a leg around his thigh and pulled him against me, even as I cupped my breast and offered it to him.

Rand groaned and bent low to nuzzle my breast. “Such a sweet morsel for my tongue.” He dragged the tip of it across my nipple, sending shivers through my body.

“Are you going to drink from me there?” I asked him, breathless with excitement.

He kissed the tip of my breast and looked up at me. “Do you want me to?”

I moved my fingers to his mouth and gently brushed them over his lips, feeling their soft texture. The tips of his fangs scraped against my skin, and on a whim, I dragged the pads of my fingers against them, curious to see how he'd react.

He shuddered, a low groan rising in his throat. As I watched, his fangs seemed to elongate even more. Oh, wow. That was surprising. “They get bigger?”

“The more I crave, the longer they get,” he rasped. His head bent low, and his mouth went to my nipple again. “And right now, I crave very much.”

A hot bolt of lust shot through me at his words, and I arched my back so he could nibble on my breast some more. To my surprise, he skipped the nibbling altogether and sank his teeth into the curve, avoiding the sensitive nipple. I gasped at the sensation, but he'd barely flicked his teeth into me before he pulled back, then licked the skin to heal it. My nipple ached, unloved and unattended.

“I dare not take much,” Rand admitted. “You taste so sweet I could lose my head too easily.”

I slid my fingers over his big, muscular shoulders. Mmmm, God he felt good against me.

“What happens if you lose your head?” I asked him lazily, swirling my fingers over his warming skin.

“I would tear out your throat.”

Yipe. My eyes widened at that. “Have you ever lost control?”

“Never.” His look became fierce. “I will never lose control with you, either. You mean too much to me. I will never forget my place in this bed, with you in my arms.”

That sounded strange. Like he would always hold back? Hold back how much? I frowned at the thought. Then again, I didn't exactly want him chewing my head off, either. “Does that mean you won't come when I do?”

He tongued my nipple again, then buried his face between my breasts. “I will not.”

Really?
“Then . . . what?”

“I will leave the room and finish myself.” His mouth licked lower. “But do not worry. I will ensure you will be well fucked at that point.”

But he couldn't come normally? Couldn't orgasm? Or if he did, he was in danger of losing control if he was inside me? Sleeping with a vampire was new territory, and all this sounded dangerous. His words sent a shiver through me. There had to be something I could do to get him off, like he was planning on doing to me. Of course, I lost all sense of concentration when he licked down to my belly button, then continued to move lower. His mouth pressed against my skin, his fangs occasionally dragging against it as he moved downward, and then he was at my mound, where I was hot and slick and so darn ready for him to touch me.

I moaned and parted my legs wider for him, trembling. “Maybe instead of drinking, you can just . . . sip. Anywhere.”

He chuckled. But instead of feeling the scrape of fangs against my labia, I felt tongue. I squirmed, surprised by the difference. I'd been bracing myself for hard, sharp delight and got a licking instead. As I wriggled, Rand's mouth moved over my sex, licking and stroking my folds with his tongue and lips. His fingers pressed against my core, and I felt him sink a finger in even as he tongued my clit.

I cried out at the sensation, gasping. “Oh wow, you're really good at that. You—” My words broke off in a whimper as he took my clit between his lips and sucked hard. My hips bucked, and then I was pressing my hips up against his face, over and over again, trying to ride his tongue as he worked my pussy over with his mouth. When I came, it was with a small scream, my knuckles pressed against my lips.

He kissed my pussy, over and over again, then moved his mouth to my inner thigh. I heard him inhale gently. “There's a large vein here, you know. It's irresistible to my kind.”

“Then give it a shot,” I offered, feeling drowsy and delicious from my intense orgasm.

His teeth nicked my skin and I felt him lap at my inner thigh, sending quivers through my body all over again, as if I hadn't just come moments ago. He groaned, his hand skimming down my leg. “Sweet, sweet Lindsey. I cannot wait to sink my cock deep inside you.”