“I dreamed of this,” Drake murmured, smoothing her palm down Sylvan’s abdomen.
“What did you dream?” Sylvan caught her breath when Drake stroked her clitoris. She should tell her to stop, but she didn’t want her to. She hadn’t emptied completely. She wouldn’t without the bite, and she couldn’t risk another bite. Still, she was more satisfied than she’d ever been with another Were. Even when Francesca drained her to the point of weakness, she’d never had such pleasure. So she didn’t protest when Drake fondled her into readiness again.
“I dreamed we hunted together.” Drake kissed Sylvan’s throat, and her mouth. She rolled the hard, satiny head of Sylvan’s clitoris between her fingers and teased her tongue inside Sylvan’s mouth. When Sylvan groaned, Drake pushed her tongue deeper. Sylvan was still hard and swollen, and Drake wanted more. She kept teasing her as she talked.
“We ran together, hunted in the forest together, slept curled around one another in a clearing like this one.”
Sylvan was breathing hard, her legs tight, her pelvis lifting into Drake’s hand. She gritted her teeth, needing to release.
“This isn’t a dream, is it?” Drake whispered, scraping her canines down Sylvan’s throat.
Sylvan clasped the back of Drake’s neck, preventing her from moving lower, from biting her again. Silver coated her belly. She whispered, “No. This isn’t a dream.”
“I want to feel you come. You want to, don’t you?” Drake licked Sylvan’s neck. “Tell me what you want.”
“Harder. Press harder.”
Drake pushed herself up on her elbow and massaged the base of Sylvan’s clitoris. “Like this?”
Sylvan’s face shifted, grew more angular, her eyes shimmered with gold. Her words came out on a growl. “Yes.”
“Maybe like this?” Drake rolled the deep glands, squeezing gently.
“Yes.” Sylvan shuddered and her canines gleamed against her full lower lip. Her clitoris twitched against Drake’s palm. She was so close. Her wolf surged, furious at being dominated and denied. Sylvan snarled and reared up, trying to force Drake onto her back. To take her, come on her. Claim her.
“No,” Drake murmured gently, pressing her mouth to Sylvan’s ear, holding her down with just her hand on Sylvan’s sex. “Let me please you.” She remembered the dream and the weight of Sylvan against her back, pinning her to the earth. She licked along the edge of Sylvan’s jaw and kissed her again, circling Sylvan faster and harder. “Let me please you. Alpha.”
Sylvan bucked, her claws digging into Drake’s shoulder. “Yes.”
“That’s it.” Drake squeezed Sylvan’s pulsing sex tightly. “Come all over me.”
“Yes,” Sylvan shouted, spending into Drake’s hand.
Drake pulled Sylvan into her arms and leaned back against the fallen log, stroking Sylvan’s back until Sylvan’s labored breathing quieted. She caressed Sylvan’s stomach and gently fingered her clitoris.
Sylvan grumbled lazily. “You’re still hard. What do you need?”
“Nothing,” Sylvan sighed, more content than she’d ever expected to be.Drake didn’t believe her, but she couldn’t demand more. She had no idea of her eventual place in the Pack or if she’d even live long enough to discover it. Sylvan was the heart of the Pack, and Drake could make no claim on her. She held her, committing every detail to memory—the heat of her body, her scent, the sound of her breathing—and cherished the connection she might never have again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sometime after midnight, Becca finally gave up on waiting and headed for Club Nocturne. Jody was still inside and might be for the rest of the night. Following her had seemed like a good idea earlier in the evening, but at this rate, she might be sitting out in the dark until sunrise with nothing to show for it.
When nothing was happening, it was time to make something happen.
As Becca threaded her way between the cars and joined the steady stream of Weres, humans, and Vampires entering the club, her excitement grew. She could have pretended the humming in the pit of her stomach was due to her natural love of the unknown and her insatiable curiosity. Partly true. But she took pride in not lying to herself, so she admitted she was aroused by the idea of watching the Vampires feed. Their sexual hunger, so inseparably linked to their primitive need for sustenance, was raw and sensual and uncivilized. The razor’s edge separating the elegant, cool exteriors Vampires projected in public from their private carnal bloodlust drew her like a potent aphrodisiac. By the time she reached the door, she was wet.
Inside, the scene was much the same as it had been the night before. Muted lights, low, pounding bass notes thudding from hidden speakers, teeming bodies in various stages of undress. Tonight, though, she took her time making her way to the bar. Already many of the Vampires were feeding, and the sound and smell of sexual gratification enveloped her in an erotic haze. A growl, deep throated and dangerous, caught her attention and she slowed next to a long, low-slung leather sofa. Two Vampires, a blond female in a skintight black sheath and a svelte, shirtless redheaded male in tight riding breeches and thigh-high leather boots, crouched over the massive body of a naked male Were.
The female, her hips writhing, fed from his neck while her nails raked scarlet trails across his chest. Even in the dim light, Becca could see the shine of arousal coursing down her thighs. The male Vampire, his incisors flashing, licked an enormous erection that pumped a steady stream over the Were’s darkly furred chest and belly. The Were, his features contorted into a rictus of pleasure, thrashed and roared with each violent pulsation.
Becca had a sudden, sharp image of herself reclining in Jody’s arms, Jody’s mouth on her neck, drinking her, while another Vampire crouched between her legs, sucking and licking her until she orgasmed.
The fantasy was so potent she was instantly on the verge of coming.
The female Vampire looked up from the Were’s neck, her mouth a crimson promise, and smiled at Becca. Her eyes were the deep maroon of long-banked coals, and when she held out her hand, Becca stumbled toward her.
You are so beautiful. Will you let me taste you?
“Oh yes,” Becca whispered, aching for the sharp, sweet bite and the ecstasy to follow. Her arousal blossomed, expanded, just a breath away from unleashing. If only she could feel that stunning mouth on her throat.
An arm snaked around Becca’s waist and yanked her backward, away from the mesmerizing scene. Warm breath caressed her ear.
“I thought we had an agreement,” Jody murmured.
Becca whimpered, straining toward the blonde, so ready for her.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
Jody’s voice was so cool, her body so hot against Becca’s back. Or maybe Becca was the one on fire. She gripped the arm around her waist and pulled Jody’s hand up to her breast, arching in pleasure as long, slender fingers trailed across her nipple. She writhed against Jody and Jody’s hand on her breast tightened. When she angled her head, offering her neck, she felt two sharp points of pressure against her throat.
“Yes,” Becca moaned, squeezing her hand around Jody’s on her breast. “Do it. God, I’m going to come.” Jody trembled, her throat working convulsively. She wanted her.
She wanted to drink her. She wanted to come with the hot flood of Becca’s essence filling every dark, frozen place within her. She ground against Becca’s ass, working herself toward the peak that could only be crested with the taste of Becca in her mouth. She had to have her.