Adrian (5 page)

His cock pumped faster, harder now. One of his hands released her breast and clasped her hip at the junction of her thigh. For support, she raised her arm and twined it behind his neck. She closed her eyes for a moment to listen to the raw sound of their mating.

“Do you like it like this, little hunter?” he rasped.

She lifted heavy lids and met his gaze in the mirror. “Oh, yes.”

His fingers closed about her wrist and brought it to his mouth. He brushed his mouth against her pulse and it fluttered erratically. A warm swipe of his tongue and her blood throbbed through her veins with surprising need.
Dear God
. The dark craving was very real. She licked her lips anxiously.
Just once.
She’d never be with him or any other vampire again.

“Adrian.”

His body tensed as his mouth stilled on her wrist. “The scent of your blood is intoxicating.” A beat of silence. “I can smell your fear and your lust,” he said.

She whimpered under the force of her longing. “Taste me.”

A growl rolled in his throat. “Lydia.” Anger and inherent need laced his reply.

“I want you to, just this one time.”

His fingers tightened around her wrist. “It hurts.”

Her gaze dropped to their joined bodies. “Then do it when it will hurt less.”

There was a pause in his thrusts. Lydia knew he understood what she meant. Any female who chose a vampire lover desired his bite. He’d had plenty of lovers.

A dangerous current crackled around them for a few heartbeats. Adrian rasped something incoherent and pummeled her aching flesh to the hilt. No respite. His hand slipped down to her belly, long fingers spread while he licked and sucked gently on her wrist.

Her pussy slickened with fresh arousal, closed around his hard flesh and milked it greedily. Her heart beat out an erratic pattern. Frayed sounds broke in her throat as the pleasure built in her sex, escaping in tiny shudders through her body. She was close. Adrian’s incisors moved across her wrist. Her blood surged hot and fast in anticipation, felt the pulse of it in her core.

Her breath paused, just before her peak, and as the first intense wave ripped through her body, making her cry out, his fangs broke her skin. Tears pricked her eyes. Adrian let out a ragged moan as he drank from her. Iron and the scent of deep forests pervaded her senses. She felt faint for a moment and then her blood ran like warm silk throughout her body. The sweetest agony. She quivered with the onslaught of pleasure.

His name floated out on a breathless gasp. When his finger slid down to her clit, she broke into a million pieces. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but she sighed with bliss. She wouldn’t ask anything more of this beautiful vampire.

* * * *

Adrian’s blood roared in his veins as it mingled with Lydia’s. Vibrant and sweet. It shocked his system at first. Then he realized it was her rare hunter’s blood. He’d been with other hunters, but Lydia’s gift was special. Tremors still danced over her as he drank her warm essence, enjoyed her raw gasps. Few humans had given him such intense pleasure. He thrust into her slick heat a few more times before he succumbed to his release. It tore through him hot and hard and he dragged his mouth away from her wrist to avoid damaging it.

Her flesh contracted around his cock, milked the last ounce from his body. She fell back against him. He pressed his mouth to her soft, dark hair and closed his eyes for a long moment. Once his heart returned to a normal rhythm, he slid out of her and carried her to the bed where he pushed down the covers. With her long hair fanning out over the pillow, she was achingly lovely. She gave him a dreamy smile, hazel eyes glowing with awe. But his chest tightened when he noticed the semi-dried tears on her face. He brushed his fingers over her skin and frowned.

“I hurt you too much.”

She gripped his hand. “No…it was amazing.”

He gave a sombre shake of his head and fought the wave of guilt. He removed some gauze from the bedside table and wrapped her wrist. He’d apply salve to it later. There was no risk of poisoning from him, but he wanted to make sure his bite wouldn’t scar her.

He pulled the bed cover over their bodies as she curled up against him, her face nuzzled into his throat. He slid a hand to her back and pressed her to him with a possessiveness that unsettled him. He listened to her breathing deepen, felt her muscles go slack. No doubt he’d worn her out. He ceased his thoughts until she was asleep.

The intensity of their mating had been fierce. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d wanted a woman as much, wanted to leave his mark on her body. Brand her so no other man would touch her. He didn’t like these feelings one bit. The urge to keep her here for much longer almost tore up his insides. Lydia was not a plaything. She could fulfill the role of a permanent mate. But he couldn’t go through the hell of losing another woman he loved. The complex, gentler part of his essence already loved her. Her soul was pure and strong.

His fingers stroked her creamy skin and he cursed inwardly when his cock twitched.
Damn.
Quietly, he got out of bed and walked naked into the kitchen where he opened a packet of cow’s blood, emptied the liquid into a whiskey glass and downed it. The blood was a temporary distraction to his system, would quell his sexual hunger for a while. He went into the living room and gazed out the window at the swimming pool, its surface glowing silver-blue from the in ground spotlights.

Lydia’s choice to have a very short fling with him was wise. She, too, recognized the danger in being with him longer. She’d admitted that her attraction to him was
disturbing
. Disturbing not only because he was a vampire, but because the attraction was potent, uncontrollable. Emotions would develop and when they’d reach that inevitable point, everything would crash and burn. Like it had with Natalie. They would part ways and Lydia would find her true mate. A deserving man. A human to grow old with.

Adrian clenched his jaw and stared outside until the ache in his chest passed, until his muscles relaxed. He hoped he’d raised the bar for her in choosing the right man. She was passionate, deserved a man who would please her on every level. He allowed himself a smile. In the meantime, she was his. His blood quickened as he thought of the pleasures he would introduce her to tomorrow. The shower with the massage jets that would drive her wild when used on her pussy and her breasts. The hot tub slippery with scented oil, the blindfold…but no more biting. No. He would lose all reason and control if he tasted her alluring blood again.

He returned to the bedroom and found her curled on her other side. He slid an arm around her and cupped the fullness of her breast. His eyes drifted shut. He rarely slept more than four hours, but he would let Lydia sleep until morning. What he had in mind required rest and…lots of energy. A smile tugged the corner of his mouth as he drifted off into his dreamless sleep.

About the Author

Celia Jade has been in love with writing and reading ever since she can remember. As a teenager, she wrote poetry and tons of short stories, many of which ended up in the garbage bin because she didn’t think they were good enough. Soon after acquiring a BA in English, she traveled to Europe where she taught English in private schools. A couple of proofreading jobs followed and somewhere along the way, she decided to pursue writing professionally. Her efforts paid off and she broke into the eBook market with her very first erotic romance.

She currently lives in her hometown, Montreal, a city whose rich culture and vibrant energy has inspired many of her stories. Celia also devotes her time to her family and her friends, and enjoys tranquil moments in the garden as well as spontaneous adventures. She’s a gym-addict and a foodie who often gives in to chocolate cravings.