He sensed she couldn’t.
Or, whether she knew it or not, that she wasn’t letting herself.
He surged up and was momentarily blinded by the sight of her fingers caressing her own breasts. Taking her hands in his, he pinned them above her head and nudged his cock head against her opening. Her eyes widened at being restrained, but she didn’t fight him. “I’m going to take you now. Your blood and body, just like you asked. And you’re going to give them to me. No holding back. You’re going to take the pleasure I’m going to give you. Only for you.”
Before she could respond, he pushed into her even as he pushed up on his arms so he could watch her swallowing him up. Her tight muscles fought him, not making it easy, but he kept going, pushing strongly and steadily into her, feeding her more and more of himself as her eyes became more and more dazed with pleasure.
Finally, he was buried to the hilt and his arms shook as he tried to fight back his own orgasm. He was close. So close. But his own pleasure didn’t matter. Not until she had hers.
She wanted it, too. She was going after it, without any more urging from him. She was shoving her hips up then down, riding him with a look of wonder on her face. Every move she made jacked up his own bliss, forced him closer and closer until he had to reach down and pinch the base of his dick tight, to stop himself from exploding.
Her eyes met his, and as she continued to work against him, she caressed her throat and whispered, “Please.”
Softly. Politely.
“Oh, baby.” He lowered his face and inhaled, as if he could actually smell her blood along with her arousal.
He licked her throat, teasing her and himself. Once. Twice. Then he plunged his fangs into her.
That was all it took. The first drop of her blood on his tongue, and he was coming, spurting his seed inside her. Shouting out.
And relishing the fact she was coming and shouting, too.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Bobbie cowered in front of his boss. Shadows crossed the cramped office where he sat. His boss strode from one end of the room to the other, the pacing a clear indication of irritation. The male human in the corner, shuddering and bawling like a baby, still had blood trickling down his neck from where Bobbie’s boss had drunk. The room smelled acrid and bitter—blood and piss and fear and vomit. And shit.
Not how Bobbie had thought a vampire feeding would smell. Where was the glamour? The allure?
Weeks had gone by since he’d reported on the man/vampire who’d been messing with Ana Martin, and he’d heard nothing from his boss. So why the sudden visit?
“Are you absolutely certain the vampire you saw with Ana was attacking her? Harassing her?” his boss asked.
Bobbie sucked it up.
“He was harassing her, like I told you.”
“I hired you to spy on the woman. To report back to me immediately if anyone messed with her. I have something you desperately want. And now I need to know the truth. Not just a repeat of what you think you saw, but the truth. Was this vampire harming Ana? Or was something else going on?”
In the corner, the man who’d served as a human drinking fountain gurgled and flailed about. Bobbie’s boss ignored him. With one wet sigh, the man lurched upward, then collapsed back to the polished wood floor, his eyes open. Staring. Unseeing.
Dead.
The way Bobbie would be unless his boss could find it in his heart to forgive him for whatever mistake he’d made. An irrational giggle burbled in his chest and he fought against it. He’d do better to throw himself on his boss’s mercy. Death was next, unless he gave his boss exactly what he’d asked for.
“Maybe I misunderstood his, uh, his intentions,” Bobbie babbled.
“Meaning?”
“She coulda liked it. I mean, kind of. Like, how some guys get all testosterone-filled and come on to a babe by getting in their face. Some girls like being manhandled and stuff. You know, like those S&M freaks.”
His boss hiked a hip against the wooden desk and stared down at Bobbie. “Are you saying that my friend Ana is into that shit?”
Fuck! Frenzy tore inside Bobbie’s chest, his heart pumping so loud people in the next county over could surely hear the beats. How deep of a hole could he dig for himself? “No! Just that I had this, uh, this sense, that maybe she liked it. Like he was, I dunno, coming on to her in some weird way.”
“You mean the vampire was flirting with Ana?”
Bobbie nodded, his head bopping up and down like a yo-yo. What else could he do? The vampire in front of him had wanted his opinion. Not just the facts, but his feelings on what had happened. And what he’d just said was the truth. There was something odd about how the weak vampire had acted with Ana. Something almost erotic. “Maybe. I think in a way she liked it. Liked how he held her down.”
“So you told me a lie.”
Oh, crap. He’d fucked up, hadn’t he? Completely screwed his chance of becoming a vampire. He cast a quick glance at the corpse in the corner. Maybe he’d even screwed up his chance to come out of this meeting alive.
Desperately, he grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it down, exposing his jugular vein to his boss. He fell to his knees. “I fucked up. I get it. Go ahead, feed from me. I don’t deserve to be turned into a vampire. I’m nothing.” He cast another glance at the human in the corner, pale and lifeless.
If this was the end for him, so be it. He only hoped he didn’t shit in his pants like the dead dude. At least he’d die doing something worthy. Feeding a vampire.
“Get up,” his boss snapped out, then kicked him. “You’re worth more alive than dead. For the moment.”
Relief flooded through him. Bobbie stood, uncertain of what to expect.
“So do you think she liked the vampire?”
Wanting more than anything to be helpful, Bobbie nodded forcefully. “She wasn’t disgusted by him, at least.”
“And she knew he was a vampire?”
“I—I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Stupidly, Bobbie glanced at the door.
His boss came closer. “Stay there.”
Bobbie nodded, then waited, standing with shaking knees until the vampire pulled out a photograph from a drawer in the wooden desk.
“Look closely. Is this the vampire you said was flirting with Eliana Garcia?”
Carefully, Bobbie examined the photograph. He nodded. “That’s him. Same guy—I mean vampire.”
“In that case,” his boss said, voice gentle, “this changes everything. He killed a former acquaintance of mine. A man named Louis. I want to know if Louis deserved it. He was a hothead.”
Bobbie shrugged nervously.
“He was there with several friends,” his boss continued. “Members of the gang. Find those men. Talk to them. Tell me what they know about Ana and the man named Ty.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
The next morning, Ana woke to an empty bed, fully aware of everything that had happened the night before. Of course, the main event wasn’t Ty sprouting fangs and killing a man, but the two of them making love.
Now didn’t she just have her priorities straight?
Stretching, she winced at the tiny aches that twinged through her body, the feeling of being thoroughly used but in a good way. The sensation was very interesting. And as foreign to her as some of the acts she and Ty had engaged in.
Adorar Ty había sido celestial. It had been the most amazing experience of her life, and she didn’t even feel guilty about obsessing about it … until she heard the voices. Loud voices.