She hesitated. He’d asked this of her in their shared dream, and she’d been able to do it. But now?
With all her experience, she’d never actually had sex with a man while she’d been on top. In a way, wielding that control and having to take what she wanted scared her.
Ty caressed her hip and whispered, “Do it. Just like you did in that dream. Take what you want. Take it how you want for real. I’m yours. Here. Now. I’m yours.”
She blinked, both touched by his words and tormented by them. She wanted so badly for him to be hers.
Impatient with her momentary silence, he wrapped a hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. She sank into it even as she ground her pelvis against his. He’d brought her so much pleasure before. She wanted to feel that pleasure again and again.
He began to trail kisses down her throat, teasing her with sharp little bites that didn’t break her skin even as he caressed her breasts and tugged on her nipples. The erotic sensation went right down between her legs. She wasn’t sure anything could feel any better until he released her breasts, gripped her hips, and positioned her so her core was balanced right over the tip of his cock.
He swirled his cock through her moist folds, whispering, “Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to feel me inside you? Filling you with everything I have?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
“Then take me, Ana. Please. Show me how much you want me.”
Slowly, he released her hips, letting her balance herself on her knees with her arms braced against his chest. He folded his hands behind his head and stared at her in challenge.
One she fully intended to accept. After …
When she shifted away from him, his hands shot out to grip her hips again. She shook them off her. “Put your hands back where they were. And leave them there.”
She was slightly shocked by the sexual commands that spilled from her lips … and how easy and erotic it was to say them.
His lips tightened and he looked ready to argue with her.
“Do it, Ty. I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
Swallowing hard, he did as she asked.
She gave him an approving smile, then kissed her way down his taut, muscular body. She played with his nipples. His abs and navel. His outer and inner thighs. Then she homed in on what she really wanted, keeping her touch light and teasing, even as his hips began to twitch and his fingers clenched the sheets.
“Do you still want me to take you? Do you still want to come inside me? Or do you want to come in my mouth first?”
His eyes widened at the promise in her voice. At her clear implication she’d let him do both. Then he said, “I want whatever you want, princess. This is about you, remember?” But even as he spoke, he tangled his hand in her hair and urged her face back to his cock.
She laughed with delight, her mission accomplished.
She took him deep and worked him with both her mouth and her hands. An invisible blanket of heat covered them, making them both pant and fight for air but she didn’t stop … couldn’t stop …
His taste was on her tongue, where it belonged. Ana suddenly wondered if tasting his semen would give her half the pleasure drinking her blood seemed to give him.
She was betting it did.
Her excitement nearly matching his, she sucked him harder, causing his hips to buck.
“Oh no. Oh fuck. I’m going to come. I—”
He tried to move her away from him, but she shook her head furiously, refusing to give up the chance to have all of him. To prove her point, she dug her nails into his thighs.
With a hoarse shout, he started coming. She swallowed his essence, something she’d never done for a man before. She’d always thought she’d hate it, but she didn’t. Not with him.
She’d been right. It seemed she didn’t care what Ty put inside her. If it was part of him, she’d always be greedy for it.
Carefully, she pulled back with a final flick of her tongue that caused him to jerk and shiver. She placed a close-mouthed kiss on the head of his erection, still ragingly stiff.
She remembered her promise to let him have her mouth and then her body.
With absolutely no hesitation, she climbed on top of him and pushed down, taking him inside her. She was vaguely aware of him gripping her tightly and moaning in ecstasy, and she was glad, but for once she was focused on what she wanted. In truth, she went a little crazy, driving toward her own pleasure, riding him even as she gazed into his dreamy eyes.
I love you, she thought. I love how you make me feel. I love how good and brave and strong you are, Ty. I love you and I know I can’t have you. But I’m going to take what I can from you. Here and now. And I’m going to cherish the memory forever.
Her body tensed as her orgasm hit her. It rippled through her like an electrical charge designed to light her up for all eternity. In his arms, she was renewed.
“That’s right—oh. Oh oh oh. Take it. Take me,” he gasped, even as she felt him swell inside her, then shake with his own release.
Ana fell asleep in Ty’s arms and he caressed her hair as he drifted toward sleep himself. Without warning, an ominous voice reverberated in his mind. Ty didn’t recognize it but he knew one thing—it didn’t belong to Miguel.
You have marked her. You took her. Now what are you going to do with her?
Next to him, Ana shifted. Whimpered. As if she could hear the voice, too.
Ty struggled to rouse himself fully, but he felt like his eyes had been glued shut. As if his limbs were weighted down with cement. It scared the shit out of him, because it was exactly how he’d felt after he’d been turned.
Helpless.
Helpless to save Ben.
Helpless to save Naomi.
Helpless to save himself.
But no, he wasn’t helpless anymore. He couldn’t be helpless. Not here. Not now. Not with this woman beside him. No matter what, he needed to protect Ana.
A great weight pressed upon his chest, pushing the breath out of him. Ty wheezed and gulped for air but only for a few seconds. Before he knew it, he could breathe again.
Muscles tense, he opened his eyes but he and Ana were the only ones in the room.
The strange voice didn’t come again, but neither did sleep.
Wide awake, Ty turned his head on the pillow and stared at the roses. Their scent filled the air. The petals of the heavy blossoms were wet.
And they looked like they were dripping blood.
Dark red blood.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
“Show us again!” A little girl named Elsa tugged at Ana’s sleeve. Sitting on a grassy hill overlooking the compound, Ana was surrounded by six preteen and young teenage girls, each wanting to learn how to play Slide. When Gloria had suggested she take over after-school activities to give their teacher a break, Ana had expressed reluctance. Who was she to serve as a role model? After all, as much as she’d worked to protect Gloria, she’d led her own sister to a gang.
But Gloria had insisted, claiming the girls needed to see a strong Hispanic woman as a leader. Two teachers were in charge of the children. One was Ramona, whom Ana had finally met. She was the main teacher to the older girls, which had been perfect. Ana had already conversed with her several times. During those conversations, Ramona had made it clear she had escaped a bad marriage. That her husband had indeed abused her and their daughter, Becky, a beautiful sixteen-year-old who was very shy. Ana had told them she understood abuse, and that if they ever needed anything, she’d be happy to help. They’d just smiled and told her they were well taken care of. They were happy.