Christian (Vampires in America: The Vampire Wars Book 10) (21 page)

He met her surprise with a lazy grin as the lacy bits fell down the length of her legs to hit the floor, and she stood before him naked, except for her shoes. Dipping a hand between her thighs, he found her slick with arousal. She shuddered when he pushed a single finger into her opening, and her hands came up to grip his arms as she widened her stance, giving him better access.

Christian touched his lips to her forehead, whispering down over her eyes, to her cheeks, the corner of her mouth.

“You’re still dressed,” she fretted.

“Yes, I am.”

She looked up at the unapologetic confidence of his words, then gasped as he slipped a second finger into her pussy, and began stroking her, in and out, their gazes locked. A haze of desire clouded the rich brown of her eyes.

“Christian,” she whispered, pleading.

He held her stare, fingers pumping, gliding through the rich cream of her desire. He could feel the slight tremor of her thighs, the quivering of her inner muscles, as her body responded to the constant thrust and release of his fingers. Her nipples were hard pearls digging into his chest through the fine fabric of his shirt as she lifted her face to his, desperate for a kiss. He caressed her lips, his tongue stabbing between her teeth to taste the delicate flavor that was Natalie, matching the rhythm of his fingers into her sodden pussy.

With a small, needy noise, she thrust her hips forward, pushing hard, trying to force her clit against the pressure of his hand.

Christian growled, and slid his other hand around her hip, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass, before slapping her butt cheek in warning. “Behave.”

Natalie gasped her protest, and slapped his chest. A slap he barely felt. He chuckled and felt the heat as her skin warmed with a feverish flush that rolled over her cheeks and neck, before bringing a lovely, pink tinge to the tops of her breasts. Scraping his fingers up her smooth back, he wrapped her hair around his hand again, and gently tugged her head back.

“Onto the bed,
chére
.”

Her eyes flashed open in an instant of confusion, and he curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. “Crawl onto the bed,
mon ange,
I want to see that pretty ass in the air.”

Her entire body seemed to heat with embarrassment this time, and she made a little noise of wordless distress. His Natalie wasn’t wildly experienced. In fact, he imagined most of her previous sexual encounters had been conducted in the missionary position, in the dark. But, for all her shy blushing, she wasn’t unwilling. Even if he hadn’t had his fingers buried in the evidence of her soaking wet pussy, he could smell her arousal.

She glanced toward the big bed, then back to meet his eyes once more, as if to be sure he really wanted her to do this. And then she walked over and climbed onto it, crawling all the way up to nearly the headboard before she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.

Christian nearly had a heart attack. Did she know how she looked? What she did to him? She was the very image of temptation. Her lips were puffy from his kisses, her big brown eyes gazing at him in perfect submission, asking what she should do next. Long, auburn hair swept over her back and shoulders, and her position provided only tantalizing glimpses of her breasts, which swayed beneath her with every breath. But it was her ass that called to him. The perfect heart shape, the firm and rounded cheeks.

He started across the room, intent on taking her, but then paused. Hadn’t he just observed to himself that Natalie was, if not an innocent, then at least inexperienced? He needed to gentle her, to introduce her to the variety of sexual experiences in a slow, sensuous way. She probably didn’t even realize the temptation she presented, offering her ass to him like that. At least he hoped she didn’t. Because slowing the fuck down, literally, was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

“Put your head on the bed,
chére,”
he said quietly, as he began stripping off his clothes, tossing his jacket and shirt onto a chair, toeing off shoes and socks as he unbuckled his belt. “But keep that sweet ass in the air,” he added, in case she didn’t understand what he wanted.

Her eyes widened, but she did as he asked, which immediately made him wonder
why
he’d asked for that. The position didn’t exactly make it easier to resist her. Her glistening pussy was on full display, arousal slicking the swollen lips.

“Fuck me,” he swore, then unzipped his tux pants and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them and directly onto the bed behind her. His cock was so rigid it hurt. He stroked himself with one hand, while caressing her ass with the other, squeezing one of her exquisitely rounded cheeks.

He could fuck her like this. She was more than ready for him. He could follow that inviting trail right into her pussy. It was difficult not to, but his
plan,
which he’d only concocted in the last few minutes, was to seduce her. To show her all the ways he could make her body sing.

Bending low, he swept his tongue the full length of her slit, savoring her sweet flavor. Natalie squirmed, unintentionally taunting him even further. “Christian,” she whispered.

He bent over and kissed the cheeks of her ass, biting gently. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, while he was privately begging her to say “no.” The gods must have heard his prayers, because she shook her head, which caused her ass to wiggle and did nothing for his self-control.

Nearly moaning in relief, he gripped her hips and flipped her over. Natalie cried out in surprise, but then smiled, spreading her thighs, and lifting her hips off the bed in welcome. He moved between her legs, letting his cock settle in the slick heat of her pussy, but he didn’t enter her yet. He was going to teach his angel all the ways he could make her feel wonderful.

He lowered his head to the curve of her neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to leave his mark on her. He licked away the small pain, then continued over the delicate curve of her jaw, kissing her eyes closed, brushing his lips over her mouth, before licking his way downward. His teeth closed over her collarbone, and he was struck by how fragile it was, so breakable. All of her was like that. It made him want to lock her in his basement and never let her out. He growled softly, but then Natalie’s fingers moved through his hair, digging in his scalp, and he was reminded that she was strong, too.

He transferred his attention to her breasts—beautiful and round, with large nipples that begged to be sucked. He took one in his mouth and did just that, closing his teeth over it until she moaned hungrily, her hips lifting off the bed to brush against his cock. He groaned and flexed his hips to coat his cock in her wetness, as he switched his attention to her other breast, sucking her nipple into plump eagerness. But this time, Natalie’s fingers lingered in his hair, holding on tight enough that it hurt as she pulled him against her chest, forcing him to continue worshiping her breasts.

The pain from her grip was a jolt of lust straight to his already hard cock, and he wondered how much more he could take. He’d wanted to pleasure her, to make her come with nothing but his mouth and his fingers before finally fucking her until she shattered around him. But his Natalie was no ethereal creature. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and demanded it. He grinned against her breast, delighted at her responsiveness. But she needed to learn that he was
always
in charge.

His fangs split his gums, and he bit down on her nipple, drawing only a drop of blood. But it was enough to trigger the euphoric in his blood, enough to send Natalie soaring into orgasm with no warning but the heat of his bite. She arched beneath him, her back leaving the bed as she screamed, her strong fingers sliding down to his back where her nails dug furrows into his skin.

Christian groaned at the pain, and nearly came on the soft skin of her thighs. He cursed under his breath. He wasn’t finished with her, but if he wasn’t careful, his balls weren’t going to give him a choice. Sliding down her body, he kissed her flat belly, the neat patch of curls over her pubis, and then dipped his tongue into her pussy. He groaned again. She tasted so sweet, as if her innocence was pooled between her thighs, just waiting to be savored. He used his mouth, mimicking the sex act, feeling her sheath contract around his tongue as her body twitched in the final throes of her bite-induced climax.

“Christian,” she whispered, her voice hitching with emotion.

“
Natalie
,” he murmured back, and blew softly over her swollen clit.

Her hips flexed, and she moaned. “Oh, God.”

Using his thumbs to bare her pussy completely, he drew her clit into his mouth, gripping her ass with both hands when she bucked so hard that he nearly lost his grip. She was crying out continuously now, little pleading noises in time with the thrust of her hips. Freeing one hand from her ass, he slid two fingers into her pussy, driving them in and out as he sucked her clit until it was a ripe fruit begging to be bitten.

He bit down, piercing the exquisitely aroused nub with one fang, snarling at the sweet blood that coated his tongue, as Natalie went wild, writhing beneath him, her fingers digging into the cover of the bed, her thighs closing around his head so hard that his ears rang. Rasping his tongue over her clit one last time, he lifted himself over her body, then reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance. He hissed with pleasure when he finally plunged deep into her welcoming heat. The walls of her sheath gripped him hard, trembling around his cock, becoming a sensuous ripple when he started to move, her body caressing him, urging him to climax with her. He kept thrusting, unwilling to end this yet. With a demanding growl of his own, he twisted her hair around his fist, holding her in place as he kissed her, only to be reminded once again that Natalie was no delicate, passive thing. She met his mouth with a demand of her own, crushing her lips against his until both their mouths were bleeding, their teeth clashing, tongues twisting.

With a final hard kiss, he abandoned her mouth for her neck. He wanted blood. The tiny taste he’d gotten from her clit, and now her lips, had only whetted his hunger. His balls grew heavy between his legs, drawing tighter as his orgasm roared close. He lowered his mouth to her neck, right over the mark he’d left earlier and drew hard on the vein until it was plump and begging. And then, he sank his fangs into her flesh.

NATALIE SUCKED IN a shocked breath, whispering Christian’s name on a choked sob, as the climax soared through her. She was helpless against it, as if her body was no longer hers to control, just this throbbing, thrashing thing that knew only pleasure. Christian’s mouth was still at her neck, her body so exquisitely sensitive that she’d have sworn she could feel the irresistible draw of his mouth as he fed on the hot flow of her blood. Every place his mouth had touched blazed with fresh desire, as if his lips were everywhere, kissing her all over again and all at once. She dug her fingers into the thick muscle of his shoulders, desperate for something to hang on to, something to anchor her to earth.

A spear of resentment stabbed through her that he could remain so in control, while she could only hold on and hope to survive. But then he lifted his head with a groan, and his hips began thrusting so fast that she could barely distinguish in from out, so fast that her pussy seemed to burn with it. And then he climaxed, and joined her in surrendering to sensation. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, his cock flexing inside her as his release shot deep into her body, leaving him helpless to resist. He moaned, almost as if pain, and she stroked a soothing hand down his back, until finally he collapsed on top of her, his breath hot on her damp skin, his face buried against her neck.

They lay together for a silent moment. Panting, sweaty. Natalie was stunned at the sheer power of their lovemaking. She’d never known it could be like this. Christian lifted his head abruptly, hissed a soft curse, and then quickly licked away the warm trickle of blood from her neck, and sealed her wound. She’d been aware of the blood, but hadn’t had the strength to say anything. She wasn’t sure her tongue was working yet.

Christian turned his gaze to her, and she noticed his eyes were gleaming blue with power in the darkness. She’d never realized before—she hadn’t had the opportunity to know—that vampires’ eyes glowed with strong emotion, not just when they were using their power.

He smiled down at her, so handsome. She reached up to brush away that one lock of hair from his forehead.

“You taste so very sweet,
chére
,” he purred.

She blushed automatically, but managed an answering grin. “It’s the blood,” she quipped, and then cursed herself for feeding him the straight line, when his smiled widened.

“And everything else, too,” he said wickedly. “Your pussy is every bit as sweet as your vein. Your clit even better.”

Natalie nearly groaned with embarrassment, but her body didn’t. Her body loved the idea that he found her pussy sweet. She would have sworn that she had nothing left to give, that she was climaxed out, but at the look in his eye, and the dirty words from his mouth, she felt a gush of warmth between her thighs, and her pussy pulsed with fresh hunger.

Christian chuckled, low and masculine and she suddenly realized his cock was still buried inside her. He’d felt her body’s reaction. She turned her head away from him, wanting to cover her face in shame, but he wouldn’t let her. His strong fingers turned her back to look at him.

“I love the way your body reacts to me,” he said solemnly. “I love that you’re so exquisitely sensitive to every touch, and yet so demanding in what you want. Your body was meant to be worshipped,
mon ange
. And I thank the gods that I’m the one who gets to do it.”

She felt tears stinging the back of her eyes, and blinked them away. He wouldn’t find her so great if she devolved into a sobbing mess.

“Me, too,” she whispered. “I mean . . . your body. I like it, too.” She groaned inwardly.
Smooth, Nat. Real smooth.

But he only grinned and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. She winced in anticipation, remembering the blood they’d both shed, tearing their mouths in their hunger to get to each other. But there was nothing. She ran her tongue over her lips, and found a slight tenderness, but not the shredded flesh she’d expected.

His eyes followed her tongue. “It’s the blood we shared,” he told her, and she frowned in confusion. “When you kissed me so hard that you shredded our lips,” he explained.

She gasped in outrage. “I recall you kissing me first, big guy.”

“Naturally,” he agreed. “You”—he kissed her slowly, sensuously—“are extremely kissable.”

“What about the blood?” she asked, still confused.

“When my blood mixed with yours, it healed your lip, or at least enough that it’s no longer bleeding.”

Natalie blinked in surprise. She knew vampires healed quickly, but had no idea that their blood could heal others, too. She was still absorbing this piece of information when he said, “You should sleep now. You must be tired.”