SeduceMe (13 page)

And so possessive, it made her heart soar.

She brushed her fingertips over his clenched jaw and said,
“If you don’t want me, I’ll understand. But if you do…” She boldly stretched
toward him and grazed his lips with hers. “I don’t need anyone else. Just you.”

His head bent and he kissed her with that measured restraint
he kept trying to maintain with her. It was a short, simple kiss. Followed by
another one. And another, as they tentatively tasted each other. Then Drake
pulled her to him and his mouth crushed hers in a hot, searing kiss that told
her he really did have trouble resisting her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lead her in
a passionate kiss that made her soaring heart almost leap from her chest. He
embraced her tightly again, sealing her naked body to his. She was thrilled by
how every inch of her melded to him. Equally exciting was knowing she made him
hard again. His cock was rigid against her lower belly and, as much as she
loved being in his arms and being kissed senseless by him, the overwhelming
urge to taste him and pleasure him swelled within her.

Breaking their kiss and working her way out of his steel
grip, she eased to her knees before him and took him in her mouth. His body
jolted and he widened his stance as though needing to steady himself. She
wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and slowly licked the shaft,
then ran her tongue along the groove beneath the head before her lips closed
around the tip again and she sucked deep.

Drake groaned. His fingers plowed through her hair as she
made love to him with her mouth. It was almost as arousing as having him inside
her. She explored the taste and texture of his skin with her tongue and reveled
in the width and strength of him in her hand. With her free fingers, she grazed
his balls, not sure how to touch him there, but encouraged by the tremor that
seemed to rock him.

His hands left her hair and he clasped her shoulders.
“Enough.” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. Hungrily, and with
such intensity, her body trembled too.

His arms locked around her waist and he lifted her off the
floor as he took several steps forward, until her calves brushed the cushion of
the sofa. He guided her down, her back and head resting against the plump
pillow in the corner, their bodies partially sprawled across the massive couch.
His weight on her felt heavenly.

He didn’t break their kiss as his cock thrust into her. She
was wet and ready for him and lifted her hips to meet his movements. One arm
coiled around her shoulders, cradling her, as the other hand swept down to her
breast. He palmed the underside of it and whisked the pad of his thumb over her
hard nipple, puckering it even more and sending shockwaves through her body.

She tore her mouth from his as a hard rush of air pushed a
throaty moan past her lips and her eyes flew open. Drake’s tongue trailed along
her neck and the hand cupping her breast moved over her rib cage and across her
hip. He gripped an ass cheek and led her into a sexy, gyrating rhythm as he
pushed deep into her cunt.

Her fingers tangled in the silky black strands of his hair
and her eyelids fluttered closed again.

“I didn’t think it could get any better than before, but I
was so wrong,” she whispered in his ear. Though it’d been amazing to experience
both Jane and Drake pleasuring her at the same time, it was even more exciting
to be able to concentrate fully on Drake’s cock moving inside her, their hips
rolling together in perfect unison and his body covering hers.

His hand left her butt and he lifted her thigh, prompting
her to wrap her leg around his waist. Then he returned his hand to her
backside, his fingers gliding along the crevice until he homed in on the rim of
her anus and rubbed it as he continued to make love to her.

She moaned again, the sizzling sensations burning her up
once more. That she was so willing to experiment sexually seemed to please him,
but she didn’t doubt his intentions were to help her lose her inhibitions
completely and enjoy everything he did to her. No hardship there.

As they moved together, the finger on her anus dipped
inside. Electric currents ran rampant through her from head to toe. All of this
evening’s forbidden touches were titillating, but being solely focused on the
way Drake touched her and the erotic feelings he elicited made her even hotter.

His mouth left her neck and he murmured, “You trust me,
don’t you?”

Her eyes opened. She found him staring at her, a curious
look on his breathtakingly handsome face.

She smiled softly as her heartbeat quickened and her pulse
raced. “Yes.”

He studied her a moment more before grinning at her. “Thank
you. That means a lot to me.”

She brushed a lock of hair from his temple. “Do whatever you
want. I know I’ll love it.”

“I want to make you come again. With just
my
hands
and mouth on your body and my cock inside you.”

“That’s what I want too.”

His mouth was on her throat again, teasing the sensitive
skin as he picked up the pace and made love to her with a quick, scintillating
tempo that had her panting and writhing beneath him within seconds.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Just like that. I can feel you so
deep inside me.”

His thrusts became more forceful and her body responded,
moving in ways it never had before. They rocked together in a sexy, exotic
dance that made her muscles and nerve endings spring to life, bunching and
tingling and making her ridiculously turned-on.

One of her hands left the soft strands she’d twined her
fingers through and she maneuvered her way partially out of his embrace in
order to skim down the long line of his spine, making him shiver. Her leg
tightened around his waist and her palm flattened against the small of his back
as she held him to her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and he
whispered sexy words against her skin.

They were tangled together, moving at an erratic pace. She
was drowning in sensory overload, trying to catalog and process every single
sensation. She had trouble keeping up with them because they grew and expanded
and morphed into one ginormous ball of tension that made her inner walls clutch
Drake’s cock as she held onto the coalescing feelings.

“Christ,” he groaned. “Keep milking my cock like that.”

She loved making him feel good as much as she loved those
few glorious moments when everything inside her reached a breathtaking
pinnacle.

“I’m going to come and I want you to come with me,” she told
him, barely able to speak because her breath was scarce. “Now,” she begged,
“please. I want to feel you coming inside me when I come, Drake.”

He grunted in a carnal way as he pumped his cock into her,
pushing her even higher. That huge ball of tension burst and she cried out his
name as she came.

His orgasm hit him a second later and she felt the spasms
deep inside her. She squeezed him tight as he crushed her to him. Her hips
lifted off the sofa and she held onto him, not allowing even a hint of air
between their twined bodies. His skin was warm and his muscles were rigid. He
groaned again, his breath tickling her flesh, his lips brushing against her
throat.

She stared up at the elaborately gilt-accented ceiling,
wondering if there were actually stars painted up there or if they were simply
flashing before her eyes because she’d come so hard. She blinked a couple of
times and the little bursts of light dissipated.

“Wow, that was hot.”

Jane’s voice infiltrated the passion-induced haze fogging
her brain. She rolled her head on the pillow and stared at the blonde waif
standing alongside the sofa, fully dressed. Drake didn’t stir, not even
bothering to lift his head from the crook of her neck.

“Sorry about the voyeurism,” Jane said in her singsong
voice. “I’m sure you would have liked a little privacy, but I couldn’t help
myself. You two are explosive together.”

Shana’s cheeks flushed. “The downside is that I feel like
I’m going to spontaneously combust without your cooler skin on mine.”

“Happy to oblige…” Jane said as she took a step forward. She
pulled up short, though, as Drake let out a low growl. She laughed haughtily
and said, “Point taken. You’ve sufficiently marked your territory.” To Shana,
she added, “Sorry about the thing with the blood. It sort of came out of the
blue and I wasn’t prepared for it. I hope I didn’t terrify you.”

“It was my fault. You know, being human and all.”

Jane smiled. “You’re very gracious. I promise I won’t lose
it like that again.”

“You didn’t lose it, Jane. You were very well controlled. I
admire and appreciate your respect for humans.”

Jane looked relieved—and grateful. “I want us to be friends.
I don’t want you to fear I’m going to harm you.”

“I told you I don’t believe you will. You had your chance.
Many of them, actually.”

She nodded, looking more relaxed. “Well. I’ll leave the two
of you alone now.” She rounded the sofa and headed to the door.

Shana watched her go, but felt compelled to call out to her
as she reached the door. Jane turned back to her and Shana said, “Thank you.
You’ve already been a wonderful friend to me and I know we’re going to become
even better friends.”

The petite woman—who no longer reminded Shana of the
delicate females she’d envied—and Shana no longer felt like the Jolly Green
Giant when in the arms of Drake Halston—crossed back to the sofa. She bent at
the waist and was about to place a kiss on Shana’s cheek.

“Jane,” Drake said in warning. His chin remained resting
along Shana’s collarbone, his lips brushing her neck.

Shana laughed lightheartedly. Her insides warmed and she
fell just a little more in love with the territorial vampire still holding her
tightly.

“Bloody hell,” Jane said with a huff. “You’re going to have
to lighten up a bit. Friends hug and exchange pecks and you’d just better get
used to it.” Though she spoke with bravado, she only risked a quick brushing of
her cool lips against Shana’s skin. “We’ll have dinner next week,” she said to
Shana. “Maybe he’ll be less unruly by then.”

“Doubtful,” he mumbled against Shana’s throat.

Jane rolled her eyes. “We’ll just have to work around him.”

“I’d love to have dinner,” Shana said. “Call me.”

Jane wiggled her fingers in a semi-wave before leaving the
office.

Drake’s arms finally loosened and his head lifted from
Shana’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” she told him, not ready to
give up the intimate embrace.

He said, “I’ve got to be squeezing the life out of you.”

“I’m a bit sturdier than that,” she told him. “This body can
take an entire night of whatever wicked desires cross your mind.”

Shaking his head, he said “This body is going to be sore
tomorrow.”

He pulled away from her and glanced down at her head-to-toe
nudity. Instinctively, Shana sucked in her slightly rounded belly, but it was
too late. Drake scowled and was on his feet in the next instant, raking a hand
through his hair as he stared at her. And then he turned sharply away. But not
before the look of disgust crossed his face.

He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut
behind him.

Chapter Seven

Shana sat perfectly still for a few seconds, holding her
breath as she bit down on her trembling lower lip and willing the tears to stay
at bay.

Of course, now that the heat of the moment was over, and
desire and lust had passed, Drake had gotten a good look at her…and he’d been
repulsed. She could never compare to Jane’s perfection and femininity and
daintiness.

Why on earth had she stayed in this office earlier, when
she’d had the opportunity to walk away emotionally unscathed? How in the world
had she lost so much control of her sensibility that she’d bared herself to
Drake Halston?

A small cry of agony pushed past her lips and tears sprang
to her eyes, despite her best efforts.

She reached for the closest piece of material, which
happened to be Drake’s shirt. She shoved her arms into the sleeves and wrapped
the black fabric tightly around her body as it started to shake.

Everything had been so blissfully wonderful moments before.
And now this! Bleeding in the presence of two vampires wasn’t nearly as
horrifying as being naked in front of Drake. Her heart had somehow connected
with his. She’d felt a special bond with him and had let all of her
insecurities fall by the wayside because of the way he’d stared so deeply into
her eyes and made love to her with such passion.

But that was all before he’d really gotten a good look at
her. And had been thoroughly disgusted.

She fought back more tears and what would surely be
body-racking sobs as he came back into the office. Springing to her feet, she
quickly gathered all her belongings and raced into the bathroom, shutting and
locking the door behind her just as the silent crying jag started.

Drake dragged on his underwear and pants, fastened the belt
and then pulled on his socks and boots. He paced in front of the fireplace as
Shana remained locked in his restroom.

She had to be completely mortified by the amount of bruises
on her body. He hadn’t even considered he might actually cause her such damage
while he’d made love to her. But when he’d glanced down, admiring her feminine
curves, his eyes had naturally been drawn to the purple patches marring her
otherwise flawless skin. There were four small bruises on each side of her
waist from where his fingertips had pressed into her soft flesh as he’d held
her when he’d fucked her from behind. There was a large bruise on her left rib
cage from when he’d crushed her body to his, unable to get close enough to her,
unable to let even a millimeter of space separate them.

And if he’d looked when she’d dashed into the bathroom, he
likely would have seen a handprint on her ass from when he’d palmed her cheek
as he’d thrust into her.