Her fingers skimmed over his cock. Stroked from base to head. Her breath blew over him, slightly cool, and so arousing he shuddered.
A drop of pre-cum appeared on the head of his penis. Emily murmured softly and rubbed her index finger over the liquid. She glanced up at him and brought her finger to her lips. Tasted him.
"Umm, nice." She held his gaze a moment longer. "I like the way you taste." Her mouth hovered over his cock. Her tongue snaked out, licked the bulbous head of his arousal.
Oh, fuck, yes.
Then she took him inside, all the way inside the warm cavern of her mouth. Sucking. Licking. And stroking with her hand.
Damn, but the doc knows exactly how to touch me.
He reached down, found the soft weight of her breasts and fondled her.
She gasped against him. Oh, that felt good.
So he did it again. Stroked her. Slid his fingers beneath her lacy bra and found her nipples. He squeezed lightly, applying just enough pressure.
Her mouth trembled around him as she moaned.
His cock swelled even more. He began to thrust against her mouth. Shallow thrusts, then deeper, harder.
Her mouth was wet, warm, so fucking perfect that his orgasm was already building, building…
Her lips tightened around him as she sucked harder.
"No!" He jerked away from her, his cock standing straight up.
Emily blinked up at him, her face flushed. "Didn’t you like-"
"Oh, hell, yeah, baby." The woman had given him the best blow job of his life. "You wanted it my way, right?"
She licked her lips, nodded.
Damn. Seeing her on the floor, on her knees before him, was making him so fucking hungry for her. He was fighting the beast. The animal in him wanted her just as badly as the man.
Maybe it was her vulnerability that drew the beast. He smelled prey.
And as for the man…He smelled her sweet cream. And he wanted her.
"Take off the rest of your clothes."
Emily pushed to her feet. Began to walk down the hall.
"No. In here."
No way would he make it to the bedroom. He wanted her naked, open, and ready right then.
He sure as hell hoped that Emily had meant what she’d said. Because they were definitely about to fuck his way.
Emily kicked off her shoes. Pushed down her skirt. And he almost climaxed right then.
She was wearing a thin scrap of black lace and a garter belt. A garter belt. He’d seen those only in his dreams.
Who would have thought his button-downed little doc would have his dream underwear?
"Get on your hands and knees." His voice was a guttural growl. More beast than man.
Emily tossed back her hair and damn if a come-hither smile didn’t curve her lips as she slowly crouched on the floor. She placed her hands deliberately and pressed her knees against the wooden floor. Her hair trailed over her back, a silken mass that he wanted to touch.
But not as much as he wanted to touch her.
Her hips arched, her perfect ass tilted in the air. "Is this what you wanted?"
Hell, yes.
His teeth were lengthening. He’d have to take care with her, have to-
"Then come take me."
Fuck.
His control snapped.
Colin lunged for her, hitting the floor hard, but he didn’t care. His hands curled around her hips, and his mouth pressed against her back. He tasted her skin. Licked her and lightly bit her flesh.
Emily tossed back her head and lifted her hips. "Colin…" A demand.
He shoved his jeans all the way down. Forced her legs farther apart. Then trailed his fingers over the soft curve of her ass.
"What do you want, Emily? What do you want me to do?"
His hand slipped between the legs, found her warm, wet with arousal. He teased her, pushing his index finger just inside her small, tight opening, and rubbed his thumb against the center of her desire.
Her body stiffened. "Ah…God, yes!"
He pulled his finger back, drove it deep. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me."
He growled. Grabbed his cock with one hand. Reached for the foil packet in his pocket.
"No!" Emily twisted, glaring back at him. "I want to feel you."
And he sure as hell wanted to feel her. But they had to be careful, they couldn’t take any risks.
"Colin, I–I’m protected and I’m clean. And your kind-you don’t get sick anyway. So we don’t need to worry." Her hips rolled against him. "This time, I just want you."
His right hand clamped over her hips. Positioned her. He lodged the head of his erection against her opening, felt the warm, creamy welcome of her sex. "Then take me."
He plunged deep in one smooth, hard thrust.
Emily arched beneath him.
He pulled back, drove to the hilt. Again. Again.
Emily’s hips were thrusting back against him, meeting him move for move. He was growling, she was moaning, the air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking.
Colin crouched over her, wrapping his body over hers as he thrust. Ah, damn, but she feels good. Tight. Hot. Wet.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
His hands covered hers. His nails sharpened.
Careful, careful-
His mouth found the curve of her throat. Licked. Sucked.
Her hips rolled against him, her sex squeezed. She was close to climaxing. He could feel the slight stiffening of her body that signaled her coming release.
His teeth pressed against her throat. He could feel her pulse beating. Faster. Faster. The blood was pounding just beneath the skin.
The edge of his canines raked against her.
Emily gasped, bucked beneath him. She came, her body shaking, squeezing his cock as she whispered his name.
He shifted, freeing her hands, pulling back just enough to grab her hips so that he could thrust, harder, harder…
His mouth stayed on her throat.
If she were his mate, he’d mark her again. A true mark. A mark of shared blood. Of bonding.
If she were his mate.
But she wasn’t. She was human. Human.
His balls tightened. His spine stiffened. He clenched his teeth, forced his mouth to move away from the sweet flesh of her throat.
His hands were tight upon her. His hips pistoned. Oh, damn, it’d never been like this before, never.
Colin came, pumping into her, shuddering, and spilling his seed in the hot depths of her body.
Moonlight spilled through the open window, fell onto the bed. Emily stretched slowly beneath the covers and turned onto her side, staring at Colin.
His chest rose and fell slowly. But she knew he wasn’t asleep. Not yet.
"I–I need to ask you something, Colin." When she’d gone into the bathroom, she’d found scratch marks on her hips. And when they’d been making love, she’d felt the sharpened edge of his teeth against her. Strangely, she hadn’t been frightened when she thought he was going to bite her.
She’d been…aroused.
And she’d never been one of those girls with a vampire fetish.
But with Colin, none of her usual rules seemed to apply.
She lifted her hand, trailed her fingers over the broad expanse of his chest. She liked his chest. Liked the smooth muscles, the dark curling hair that arrowed down to his groin.
Her hand moved to his shoulder. Found the faint, raised scar.
"What do you want to know?" He caught her hand. Brought it to his lips and kissed her palm.
She drew in a quick breath. The signs were starting to mount up against Colin, and she really, really needed to know…"Colin, what animal do you carry?" The teeth, the claws, the shining eyes-had to be a panther, a leopard, or maybe a wolf.
He stiffened against her. "Does it matter?"
Once, she would have said that it did. But now, she wasn’t so sure. "You don’t have to hide from me."
"And you don’t have to worry about the beast I carry." His fingers tightened around hers. "I’ll never let him hurt you. I control him, he doesn’t control me."