Maybe this other vampire had found his Evie. Maybe she’d wanted to return to him but couldn’t. She’d been frightened when he’d left her and run after him, not from him.
Vladimir liked this scenario much more than the other ones he’d imagined.
Yes, maybe Evie was even now trying to come back to him. If that were the case, he’d forgive her. If not, she still had value. He would study her, learn from his mistake and kill her.
Either way, he won.
“Go.” He infused his command with power and his minions stumbled all over themselves trying to get out the door.
Vladimir laughed. Sheep, all of them.
Humans were good for two things—
slaking his hunger and serving him.
He rose from his chair, slipped on his expensive wool coat and headed for the door. It was time to go hunting.
Chapter Thirteen
Craig knew there were a hundred things he should be doing, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think of any single one that was as important as kissing Evie. Their lips clung briefly before separating. He looked into her eyes and saw the same need he felt mirrored there.
Sexual need burst through him like a bolt of lightning, and he took her mouth, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
And who knew? There might not be.
Taking. Giving. She gripped his head, holding him to her as their kiss went on and on, their tongues dueling for supremacy, their breath mingling.
A sense of urgency pushed him onward, growing with each passing second. He couldn’t shake the idea that they were on borrowed time, that something terrible was about to happen.
He pulled back from the kiss when his fangs dropped and a low growl rumbled up from his chest. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Evie shook her head. “You can’t promise that. No one can.” Her sweater was already gone, so when she removed her bra and tossed it aside, it left her naked from the waist up. Her unbound breasts swayed with every movement she made. “But you can give me this.”
She lifted his hands and brought them to her chest.
His hands covered the bounty, enjoying the weight of the mounds, the softness of her skin. So soft and perfect.
He bent his head and took one ripe nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, pulling on the nub while flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Evie moaned and rubbed her hips against his pelvis. His cock strained to get closer. He could smell her growing arousal, that spicy perfume unique to Evie that drove him to want her even more.
He left one pert nipple and kissed his way over to the other, enjoying the way Evie tugged on his hair. “Harder,” she groaned.
Craig obliged, sucking harder on the taut bud. He loved the way she gave herself to him, holding nothing back. At least not while they were having sex.
When they were dealing with other issues, there was no doubt Evie was holding back on him.
But he’d come to know her well in a very short time and knew how her mind worked. And he had no doubt she was still stuck on confronting Vladimir on her own, on protecting him.
He lifted her and turned, laying her flat on the sofa. He yanked off his sweater and let it fall to the floor. Evie made a low purring sound and rubbed her hands over his chest. He gritted his teeth to keep from falling on her like a sex-starved maniac. Since he’d met Evie and become a vampire, his sex drive had gone into overdrive. He had no idea if that was normal or not and didn’t care.
He also didn’t want any other woman but Evie.
He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs. They got stuck when he reached her feet. He gave a growl of impatience and removed her boots and socks and finally her jeans.
Evie was wearing a scrap of lace, which passed for underwear. Personally, he never understood why women even bothered with such minuscule panties.
Better to wear nothing at all.
He leaned down and rubbed his face against the lacy-covered mound. She smelled hot and aroused. Delectable.
Craig used his teeth to grab the rather thin band that covered one hip. He caught the fabric on one sharp fang and tugged. The panties ripped. He kissed his way to the other side and did the same thing. Then he caught her underwear in his mouth and tugged it away, leaving her bare to him.
He tossed aside the shredded garment and stared down at her. She was looking back at him, her green eyes practically glowing. She looked so beautiful with her pale skin, slightly flushed cheeks, full lips and high cheekbones. Several short strands of hair had escaped her braid. They curved around her jawline and framed her face.
There were so many things he wanted to say to her. Instead, he said nothing. Now was not the time for talking. All their sexual encounters had been explosive. This time he wanted to go slow, to savor each touch, each sound she made.
He stroked the inside of her thighs, stopping when he reached the apex. She arched her hips slightly in invitation. He didn’t have to be asked twice.
He spread her thighs wide and made a space for himself between them. His shoulders pushed them even farther apart. Her pussy was flushed and wet, totally exposed to his view. He licked his lips and went in for a taste.
Sweet. Her unique flavor exploded on his tongue. He had to have more.
He gripped her hips in his hands and ate at her pussy, gorging himself on her taste and texture, leaving no fold, no crevice unexplored. Her hips thrashed beneath him as she bucked against his mouth. And when his tongue found her swollen clit, she cried out.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” She shoved her hips upward toward his mouth.
Craig teased the bundle of nerves, using tongue, lips and teeth to maximum effect. She tunneled her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He laughed, feeling totally alive and in the moment. His cock throbbed and his balls ached, but he wanted to make Evie come before he joined her, wanted to hear her broken cries as she came, taste her cream on his lips.
He pressed two long fingers into her slick channel. She accepted them easily so he added a third, stretching her even more. Evie cried out, her eyes widening a second before they glazed over.
She cried out, her body bucking wildly. He sucked her clit, wanting to prolong her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers. He almost came, but he recited computer code in his head to keep from losing it.
When she finally relaxed against the leather sofa, he removed his fingers from her body and sat back, wiping his lips and face, which was slick with her juices.
“That was…” Evie waved her hand weakly in the air.
“I know.” He sat up and lifted her again so she was sitting on his lap facing him. He yanked open his jeans, raised her up and positioned the head of his cock to press against her opening. She gasped when he pulled her down slowly but surely until she’d taken all of him.
The ripples of her orgasm swept up and down his cock.
“Mmm, you feel good.” She wiggled her hips slightly.
“Evie.” He wasn’t sure if he meant to warn or encourage her.
She put her hands on his shoulders and moved downward, rubbing and petting his chest. Her breasts were right there in front of him. What was a red-
blooded man or, in this case, vampire to do? He palmed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. They tightened further beneath his touch.
“We’re meant to be together,” he told her.
She didn’t answer but grew still. He let his hands slip down her torso and around to her hips and then lower to her ass. He squeezed the round, firm globes.
“There’s more between us than this.” He lifted her a few inches and then brought her back down on his cock. They both groaned.
“There can’t be anything more than this.” Her inner muscles constricted around his shaft, leaving him no doubt what she was referring to.