Bite Me (The Transfigured Ones Book 2) (6 page)

When she wrapped her legs around his waist he rocked his hips, grinding his erection against her slit. With each thrust, the entire length of his cock rubbed directly against her clit. “Much as I'd love to continue this, I need to be inside you or I'm going to lose my bloody mind.”

“I need that too,” she said softly.

“We don't carry disease, but I somehow doubt either of us are ready for any little Magnuses running about. Let me get a condom,” he said, as he released her hands and shifted slightly.

The idea of having anything between them seemed wrong, so she held on to him and  said words that she'd never spoken in her thirty-two years. “I'm on the pill, Magnus. If you wanted to skip the condom, we could.”

His eyes snapped back to her face, blazing. “You're sure you're okay with that?”

“I want to feel you,” she confessed softly. When he continued to study her silently, she nervously added, “I don't usually do this. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse, but—”

Magnus laid a finger gently against her lips and said, “I don't want any barrier between us either. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't the lust talking. I haven't had any blood in my brain for the last half hour.”

Still on edge, Caroline asked, “Then what are you waiting for?”

In answer, Magnus reached down between them and positioned himself at her opening. Slowly, he pressed his hips forward. “Fuck,” he moaned.

She bit her lip, tilting her head back as she reveled in the sensation of being filled. The feel of him stretching her was unlike anything else she'd ever felt. “Oh god,” she whimpered, her body still adjusting to his size. The sensation fell somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was exquisite.

“You're so tight,” he whispered, his gaze heavy lidded. “You feel like heaven.”

“I feel so full,” she moaned.

When he was fully buried inside her, he stilled. “Do you need a minute?”

“No,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed as her body slowly adjusted to the invasion.

The fingers that had been tangled in her blond tresses tightened as he began to
rock his hips
against hers in a steady pace. The small bite of pain against her scalp had her eyes flying open. They locked onto his.

He watched her through heavy lids. In a voice that she barely recognized it was so rough with need, he commanded, “Leave them open. I want to watch you come undone.”

It felt more intimate this way, she realized. His gaze was so steady that part of her worried that he could see inside her. It felt too raw. She had to admit, though. Seeing the obvious pleasure in his eyes added to the already mind-blowing sensation.

Mangus leaned back, resting on his knees. The change in position made her gasp as bolts of pure pleasure shot through her system. With each stroke, the head of his cock rubbed directly against her g-spot. She cried out, her back arching, as a completely unexpected orgasm washed through her. “Magnus,” she moaned, her pussy clenching helplessly as he continued to thrust into her.

In answer, he slid his hands up her rib cage to tease her nipples. “The way you're milking my cock, love. Fuck!”

Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her until she was almost breathless. “It's too much,” she panted. “It's too much.”

“Give me another, love. Let go for me,” he ordered, his hips slapping against hers as he pounded into her. He moved one hand down and gave her clit a sharp pinch.

There was no gentle rush of pleasure this time. Instead she slammed into it headlong. Another nearly explosive torrent of pleasure tore through her. She screamed out, her voice hoarse, and clamped down on him like a vise.

In an almost out of body experience, Caroline's vision and hearing went fuzzy. When she came back into herself, she realized that his pace was almost frantic. His movements were erratic as he sought his own release.

She saw the exact moment that his incisors popped out. His eyes shifted toward her neck, then his mouth closed.

“Will it hurt?” she asked him.

He blinked, then finally, registering what she had asked, said, “I don't think so.”

The naked longing in his eyes had Caroline shifting her hair to expose the side of her neck. “Then I want you to bite me.”

Gratitude, relief and something else she couldn't quite define rolled over his tense features as he leaned down. “You're sure?” he asked, his voice raspy.

Wrapping her arms around his back, she said, “Bite me, Magnus. I want you to!”

His incisors sank into her neck and he began to drink. At the first pull of his mouth against her neck, she began to shake at the white-hot sensation surging through her. Vaguely, she felt Magnus release her neck and shudder to his own climax seconds before everything faded into blissful darkness.

Chapter Seven

“Welcome back,” Magnus said, relief flowing through him as he ran his fingertips along her cheekbone. “You scared me, there.”

Caroline blinked drowsily and asked, “Wow. Did I pass out?”

He nodded in confirmation. “For a minute, yeah,” he said, rubbing a thumb over the bite mark with a frown. “I only had a small sip.”

“Not that I don't appreciate you bringing your 'a-game', but I'm pretty sure you fucked me until I passed out, Magnus,” she replied, her lips twitching.

He tried to stop the smug grin from reaching his lips but he could tell that he was unsuccessful. “I'm glad you were lying down, then.”

She rolled her eyes at him in response.

He settled in next to her, his nerves finally settling. The smug grin faded away a moment later when he had a realization. “No shower sex, then.”

“Not unless you install some safety nets,” she teased, snuggling into his side. “Did you worry you took too much blood from me?”

“I've never taken any directly from the source. Not from a human, anyway. The blood banks were already in place by the time I turned. You're my first human lover since the change,” he confessed, feeling vulnerable.

“They'd be lining up around the block if they knew the kind of skills you've got,” she teased. Her expression sobered when she looked up at him and added, “I'm not mad about the whole passing out thing. Honestly, I'm kind of impressed. Maybe I'll see my doctor, though.”

“Excellent call. I'd rather skip that part in the future. It took a bit of the glow off, to be honest,” he admitted, shifting to his side. Propping himself up on his elbow, he traced a finger between the valley of her breasts, enjoying the feel of her petal soft skin.

“Sorry,” she apologized dryly. “I'll do my best not to pass out next time.”

He bit his lip and suppressed a smile when he responded, “See that you do. I mean, raw sexual talent like mine is hard to suppress, but under the circumstances it's best I try.”

She buried her face against his chest. “I'm never going to live this down, am I?”

“It's the sort of thing a man wants to get printed on a t-shirt, love. Could you blame me? In fact, expect a reminder text every morning.”

“As long as I can get the occasional repeat performance, I can accept those terms,” she said, looking up at him with a sleepy smile.

“Occasional? I think we can do better than that,” he chided, his hand slipping up her rib cage to cup her breast. He gently rubbed his finger over her nipple until it hardened. “We'll just make sure we keep you on soft surfaces.”

“Probably for the best,” she conceded, slipping her hand down to wrap  it around his already throbbing cock. “Impressive recovery time, by the way.”

“Lying naked with a very desirable woman will do that to you,” he said, unable to suppress his grin. The flush of her cheeks at his comment had him curious. She'd seemed a little down on herself before, which he found baffling. He'd have to mentally file that away for a time when hand wasn't wrapped around his dick, though. He was finding it difficult to focus at the moment.

When Caroline nudged him back against the mattress he raised an eyebrow. “What? You had your turn earlier. Now I want mine,” she said, giving him a wicked smile. Gently she plucked his hand off her breast.

“You can't blame me for taking advantage of the fact that I've finally got you in my bed, Caroline.”

A gleam in her eye, she considered him for a moment before finally saying, “My turn, now.”

“Fair is fair,” he conceded, putting his hands behind his head and lying back. “Have your way with me.”

She leaned in, her wicked grin returning, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Just when he was ready to deepen it, she began to nibble her way down his jaw line. Slowly, she made her way to his ear lobe, nipping and sucking at it until his breathing became shallow.

A fresh wave of goosebumps washed over his skin when her warm breath played against his ear. He groaned when he felt the swirl of her tongue against his neck. “Mm, god that feels good.”

She was single minded in her focus, her mouth roaming over the skin of his neck and shoulder until he was certain he would explode from it. When her tongue swiped over his nipple he couldn't contain the sharp intake of breath. “Caroline,” he moaned.

In response she grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh until he could feel the pre-cum leak onto his belly. Jesus Christ. She was going to kill him at this rate.

By the time she made it down his stomach, he was a twitching mass of nerves. He had to steel himself against each brush of her lips and every swipe of her tongue. Otherwise he'd embarrass himself. He was dangerously close to coming and she hadn't even touched his cock since she'd started to work her way down his body.

Maybe she took pity on him or maybe she realized he was on the edge, but she eventually stopped teasing him. Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of her tongue dragging across the head of his dick, though. His hips jerked involuntarily as she wrapped her palm around him, then slowly began to envelop his cock in her mouth.

“Fuck, Caroline,” he moaned. “Please don't fucking stop.”

He tilted his head up to watch her. He was startled to see that she was watching him. Though the feeling of her mouth was driving him wild on its own, the fact that she kept her eyes on him heightened the sensation even more.

He deliberately forced himself to keep his hands tucked behind his head. He wanted nothing more than to control the pace. Or better yet, to fuck her gorgeous mouth, but she seemed so content to be in control that he hated to stop her. Then she reached her hand down, gently tracing her fingers over his sac and then squeezing. “Oh, Christ,” he ground out. “Just like that.”

She groaned around his cock when he finally gave in to the impulse and cupped the back of her head. He gently tangled his fingers in her hair. He could feel every pull of her mouth right down to his toes.

“Enough. Enough,” he groaned eventually, when he felt his balls begin to tighten. “The only place I want to cum is buried inside that tight pussy of yours. Ride me, love.”

Caroline released him from her mouth with a lewd pop. Her gaze hungry, she quickly straddled him. He grabbed hold of her hips and helped guide her down until she was fully sheathed on his throbbing erection.

She was so slick with need that when she raised herself up, he could see her cream coating his cock. He trained his eyes to where their bodies connected, groaning. “Fuck. You've got the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen.”

For long minutes he could do nothing but watch the slow glide of her along his throbbing length. Lost in pleasure, he gripped her hips, urging her on. He could feel the pressure slowly building at the base of his spine. Magnus knew he was going to lose it soon, and he desperately wanted Caroline along for the ride.

When she let out a whimper, he looked up to see her toying with her nipples. “That's it. Pinch them for me,” he moaned when he felt her pussy clench around him. “That's right. Pull at them. Harder. Fuck. Just like that. I can feel you tightening around me.”

She  let out a broken cry and moved more quickly against him. “Oh god! I'm going to come!”

Again he felt the unmistakable fluttering of her pussy around him when she pulled on her nipples. “That's right. Let go and come on my cock, Sweetheart,” he murmured, moving one hand to rub his fingers against her clit.

Caroline moaned, her hips losing the rhythm as she shuddered above him, falling to pieces. She leaned forward, bracing her arms on the bed next to him. “Magnus,” she cried out, her pussy clamping down on him viciously.

When her body began to soften like melted wax above him, her arms buckling, he quickly flipped them over. With Caroline now on her back, he propped her legs up against his shoulders. Thrusting into her tight pussy, he felt another gush of moisture ease his way.

Her back arched, she moaned, “Harder.”

With a quick thank you to the heavens, Magnus began to slam into her at a brutal pace. The only sounds in the room were their harsh pants, the slapping of skin against skin, and the light squeaking of the bed beneath them. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked, knowing full well that it was.

“Oh god,” she moaned, fluttering around him once again.

“You dirty girl, are you about to come on my cock again?” he groaned out. When she didn't respond, he added, “Give me one more, love. Let me feel you come for me!”

Seconds later she screamed out something that sounded suspiciously like a yes. The violent clenching of her internal muscles was enough to push him over the edge this time. Groaning her name, he emptied himself inside her. Cumming until there was nothing left.

His muscles weak, he pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Limp against the bed, he muttered, “Bloody hell. You destroyed me.”

Beside him, she panted furiously. “That wasn't half bad,” she teased, trying to catch her breath

“Sorry. I'm a bit of a cold fish. I tried though,” he joked, still catching his breath.

The sound of her soft laughter in his ear moved something inside him. “If you tried any more, I might literally die, Magnus.”

“Talk about a terrible first date,” he mused, not willing to examine the strange feeling in his chest very closely yet. “I'm sorry, officer. I don't know how else to explain it. I literally fucked her to death.”

“Hell of a way to go,” she answered, her voice relaxed and sleepy. “I've got too much to do though. Especially with the party and everything.”

“Party?” Magnus asked, scratching a hand over his chest.

“She didn't tell you about… that sneaky woman! She probably told me so I would tell you. Lilly is planning an event to celebrate the launch of the new gin drinks and menu additions. She's going to close down the restaurant for a night. Invite food and drink people.”

“Fuck,” Magnus moaned. “I hate those things. I don't schmooze well.”

“It's a first for me, so I'm kind of looking forward to it,” Caroline said, a little defensively.

“Your first party?”

“No. The first time anyone has ever given a shit about what I do at work. It's kind of nice that she wants to show off my drink menu.”

“These parties are nothing but a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.

“Listen to you,” Caroline admonished, poking a finger into his ribs. “You sound like a cranky old man.”

“It's just a bunch of people who don't know what the hell they're talking about pontificating about your life's work. It's no great thrill. I assure you.”

“That sounded a whole lot like, 'Get off my lawn!' to me, Magnus. Just let me enjoy that random strangers will be celebrating my work. It's never happened before.”

His lips twitched as he said, “Any time you've gotten anyone drunk it's been a celebration of your work, love. I get what you mean though. I'll stop complaining.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“Right now I have a hard time being grouchy about anything,” he commented, dropping his mouth down to press against her shoulder. “I've got a sexy woman in my bed who isn't going anywhere until morning.”

“I'm going to question your judgment on the sexy comment right now. I'm sticky, sweaty and pretty sure my hair is a hot mess.”

Magnus scrutinized her and said, “You might consider a comb.”

“Jerk,” she complained, her lips twitching. Reaching out, Caroline pinched him in the arm.

“I am a little sweaty now that you mention it. Would you care to accompany me into the shower? No funny business until I get the safety nets installed,” he promised. “Too many hard surfaces.”

“I appreciate it,” she answered dryly. “I definitely wouldn't turn down a shower, though.”

“Then, come along,” he said, rolling to the edge of the bed with a groan. He watched as she followed suit, standing up and stretching her arms over her head with a pleased sigh.

“I think I'm going to have some sore muscles tomorrow.”

“I'm sorry. Did you say something? I got a bit distracted when you started stretching. Christ you're lovely,” he admitted, a wide grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes and smiled indulgently at him. 

Ordinarily he would have let it go, but there was something about Caroline's expression that made him take pause. “Don't do that,” he chided softly. “It insults us both. Do I really strike you as the type of man that would bother with platitudes?”

She blinked at him, confusion in her eyes.

Magnus circled the bed and stood in front of her. Tipping her chin up, he forced her to look at him. “I don't know what sort of self-deprecating crap is rolling around in that head of yours, but it has no place here, love. Not when I've had you twice tonight and I already want you again.”

Some unknown emotion flitted across her face, but before he had a chance to decipher it, she pulled his mouth down to hers. Her fingers slid into his hair as she swept her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him until he felt light headed from it and then tore her mouth away from his. “Fuck. Magnus, I need you again.”

Magnus groaned and agreed, “Again,” as he steered her back toward the bed. He had no idea where this overwhelming need had come from. He just knew that it wouldn't be sated any time soon.