Crimson Debt: Book 1 in the Born to Darkness series (12 page)

It started as a gentle stroking motion, just
enough to tease my curls and send shivers of excitement through my
nerve endings. His middle finger was positioned just over my slit
and when he pressed down slightly, I could almost feel him brush
the sensitive bud of my clit.

“Is this good to start with?” he murmured in
my ear. “Or do you need more?”

“More,” I whispered—I couldn’t help myself.
He was driving me crazy.

“All right.” His voice was soft and low. “I’m
going to open you now, Addison. I’m going to spread you open and
touch your pussy. Watch in the mirror while I stroke you.”

“God!” I bit my lip as Corbin parted my pussy
lips with his ring and index finger and began to stroke deeper into
my swollen folds. I could feel the tip of his middle finger sliding
gently over and around my sensitive clit and I gasped and jumped as
he stroked me.

“Too much?” he whispered, meeting my eyes in
the mirror. His own face was filled with concern as much as lust. I
had a sudden flash of insight into how difficult this was for him.
Usually when a vamp gets horny their instincts take over. I’ve seen
vamp pornos and when they’re fucking each other they show no
mercy—there’s nothing soft or gentle about it. Of course, when
they’re with another vampire, it doesn’t matter how rough they get.
Corbin had to be going against every instinct he had to be so
careful with me but to his credit, he hadn’t hurt me yet.

“This is hard for you, isn’t it?” I murmured
as he stroked into me again. “Being so careful?”

“It is not easy,” he admitted. “But it
is
extremely pleasurable. You’re so soft and delicate in my
arms, I love touching you as long as I know I am not hurting
you.”

“You’re not.” I gasped again as his fingertip
found the side of my clit and began to stroke in a slow, steady up
and down motion.

“Didn’t I tell you I would barely touch you
tonight?” Corbin whispered in my ear.

“You did,” I said. “But this wasn’t exactly
what I had…had in mind when you said it.”

“I am glad to hear I am exceeding your
expectations,” he growled softly. “Tell me, Addison, do you feel
ready to have my fingers inside you?”

I would have said no but the slow, insistent
stroking along the side of my clit was making me insane. It was
amazing that he was driving me crazy with such a small, simple
motion but I felt like I was going to explode at any minute. I
needed a break in the pleasure—a chance to catch my breath. Or
maybe I just wanted to feel his fingers filling my pussy.

“Yes,” I whispered, arching my pelvis up for
him. Corbin’s hand slid lower and then I felt two long, thick
fingers fill me to the hilt. I moaned as he fucked into me, taking
his time with long, slow strokes that seemed designed to drive me
over the edge. As he worked me, the broad palm of his hand
continued to rub my sensitive clit, doubling the pleasure of being
penetrated.

The sensations were overwhelming and I closed
my eyes tightly but Corbin kissed my cheek and told me to open
them. “Watch yourself in the mirror, Addison,” he murmured as he
thrust his fingers deep into me. “Watch me finger your soft, wet
pussy. Watch me make you come.”

I groaned and opened my eyes to watch as he
commanded. What I saw in the mirror didn’t look a thing like me.
Surely this moaning girl with tousled red hair who was pumping her
hips in time with Corbin’s rhythm wasn’t the person I knew as
myself. And yet she had my eyes, though they were glazed with lust,
and my body, although it looked beautiful now—transformed by
desire, both my own and Corbin’s desire for me.

There was a faint reddish flush along my
cheeks and upper chest, above my breasts. My nipples were achingly
hard and my pussy was wet and swollen with need. Watching Corbin’s
fingers slide in and out of me and the way he framed me with his
big body, his arms wrapped protectively around me as he pleasured
me was the single most erotic thing I had ever seen. That sight,
along with the incredible sensations he was giving me, pushed me
right over the edge.

I felt the orgasm rise up and take me, making
me gasp and tremble uncontrollably in Corbin’s arms. They felt like
warm, flexible steel and I knew he could squeeze the life out of me
in an instant if he lost control. But though they tightened a
little, he never hurt me.

He only kissed my cheek and murmured in my
ear, “Beautiful…so beautiful.”

“Corbin! Oh, God,
Corbin
.” I hadn’t
meant to say his name but it rose to my lips despite myself as the
pleasure rushed through me like a warm wave.

“Come for me, Addison,” he murmured hoarsely.
“Let go and let yourself come.” He buried his face in the side of
my neck, kissing and sucking. I felt his fangs, sharp and deadly
and then it happened—suddenly there was a piercing pain at the
vulnerable skin of my throat.

A flash of fear ran through me, quenching the
pleasure I’d been feeling like a bucket of ice water. Oh God—he’d
drawn blood! The urge to feed on my blood was now right out there,
front and center, along with his urge for sex.

What was I going to do?

Everything inside me seemed to have turned to
ice. God, I was in trouble now. I believed Corbin had good enough
control to touch me, maybe even to make love to me, without killing
me. But that was
only
if we left his bloodlust out of the
equation. Now that his thirst for blood had been triggered at the
same time as his lust for sex, I was going to be very dead, very
quickly.

“Corbin?” My voice wavered and I held myself
very,
very
still, hoping not to set off his predator’s
instinct to bite and tear and maim. If only I could get out of
this, I swore I would never put myself in this stupid, dangerous
position again. If only I could get away before he went crazy…

He withdrew his fingers slowly and turned me
to face him.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” His eyes
were glowing red and his fangs were fully extended. A single drop
of ruby red blood glistened on his lower lip. I had a moment of
absolute terror when I looked into his blood red eyes and saw the
pure, animal hunger in their depths. His pupils had shrunk down to
pinpoints and they were trained on me and only me—the prey. His
fangs had grown to the point where they almost looked like two
small but lethal knives waiting to rend and tear and the rest of
him seemed to grow even bigger, if that was possible, until he
loomed over me like a monster from a fairy tale.

I knew what would happen next. Corbin would
rip down his jeans and mount me while he sank those razor sharp
fangs to the hilt into my unprotected jugular. Then he would
literally fuck and suck me to death, crushing and mangling my body
in the process. I had no illusions that I would live through it
either—especially not with a vamp of Corbin’s age and power. I had
as much a chance of surviving a sexual encounter with a hungry
vampire as I did with a great white shark. And it was all my fault
for giving in to him in the first place.

I cursed myself for a fool as I slowly eased
away from him. How many times had I stood over a crime scene from
the aftermath of vamp/human sex and thought how stupid the victim
was?
Why would anyone put themselves in that position?
I’d
ask myself as the techs scooped the messy remains into a body bag.
And now I’d gone and done it to myself. I was going to die knowing
I was a fool for ending my sexual dry spell with a vampire. It
hardly seemed fair, considering we hadn’t even done the actual deed
but there was nothing I could do about it now. I was toast.

Corbin was still staring at me with that
hungry look in his eyes and as yet, neither one of us had said a
word. The fact that he hadn’t jumped me gave me a tiny thread of
hope.

“Corbin?” I whispered, still scooting slowly
away from him. I was well aware that he could pounce at any second
and the bulge in his jeans let me know he was definitely feeling
both urges at once.

His hands dropped to the button of his jeans,
feeding my worst fears.
God, here it comes!
As the low purr
of his zipper coming down filled the room, I wondered if I could
make it to the bookcase and put it between us before he snapped
completely. Although I might just as well put a piece of cardboard
between us for as much good as it would do me.

“Corbin, please…” I whispered as he peeled
down his jeans. He was large—
very
large and I had a moment
to fear being skewered like a shiskabob before I realized that I
didn’t have to worry. He would probably snap my neck before he got
all the way inside me anyway. A report I had read estimated that in
at least half of vamp/human sex deaths happened in the first thirty
seconds of the encounter. So if I was one of the lucky ones, I
wouldn’t have to feel much of anything before Corbin put out my
lights for good.

I had backed around until I was up against
the headboard by now, the cold brass branding my bare back like
ice, but I was so frightened I could barely feel it. I thought
about my Glock but it was in the pile of clothes I’d discarded
earlier across the room. There was no way I’d be able to get to it
in time.
Please, let it be quick!
I thought as I stared at
the hungry light in his eyes.

Still he said nothing. I watched as he
gripped himself, his big hand clasped loosely around the thick
shaft rising from his jeans. Then he raised his other arm and
swiped at his mouth, wiping the single ruby drop of my blood
away.

I stared at him, uncomprehending. Why had he
done that? I’d never heard of a vamp refusing any kind of blood,
especially not in this situation.

Corbin moved toward me, still holding his
cock loosely in one hand. It looked like a club and I was fairly
sure he was about to use it on me. God! I squeezed myself into a
tight little ball as the dread in my stomach blossomed into sheer
terror. He was about to go berserker on me—I just knew it. And I
didn’t want to die. I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready—not to
die like this, torn apart by a hungry, horny vamp.

“Calm yourself, Addison,” he murmured and his
voice was a deep, guttural growl. “I told you before I won’t hurt
you. But I need a release.”

“Do you want me to…to suck you or touch you
or…” I gestured at his thick cock. “I mean, what do you want me to
do?”

“Nothing. I don’t dare touch you again. Not
now. It’s been…” He took in a deep breath and let it out in a
hungry growl. “It has been a long time since I did this with a
human—too long, perhaps. I need to concentrate on retaining
control. I can’t do that if I feel your hands or mouth on me.”

“But you said you needed…”

“I need to come. But not by your hand. Not
yet.”

Slowly, he began to pump his long, hard
shaft. He was still kneeling on the bed in front of me, his jeans
open and his eyes glittering like rubies in the firelight. I
watched from the head of the bed, mesmerized, as he continued to
touch himself in long, slow strokes. God, he was beautiful, I
couldn’t help thinking. I’ve never been the kind of woman who gets
off on pictures of naked men but there was something about Corbin
that was impossible to ignore—a feral power, an animalistic lust
and a pure, male beauty that called to everything that was female
in me.

“Talk to me,” Corbin ordered, breaking my
train of thought. “Tell me what you want, Addison. Describe to me
what we would do if I could trust myself right now.”

“Oh, uh…” My mind drew a sudden blank—I’ve
never been very good at dirty talk. For that matter, neither was
any guy I’d ever been with. Mostly, I preferred to just do it and
get it over with, without hearing all about it. But that wasn’t an
option here.

Corbin raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you
having trouble putting your desires into words? Can’t you tell me
what you want?”

“I, uh…” I cleared my throat. “I guess I’m
just not very good at…at that.”

His eyes flashed in the firelight.
“
I’ll
tell
you
, then. I want to fuck you, Addison.
Not gently, either.”

I bit my lip in terror. This is what I had
been afraid of. Corbin must have seen the fear in my eyes because
he shook his head.

“No, darling, don’t misunderstand me. I don’t
want to hurt you in any way. I just want to take you thoroughly,
want to claim you completely and know that you’re mine.
Only
mine.”

“How…” I could barely force the words out.
“How would you do that…exactly?”

“I want you on your back, helpless under me.”
As he spoke, he continued to stroke his cock. “Your legs spread,
your pussy open for my shaft.” He paused for a moment and looked at
me hungrily. “Spread your legs now, Addison. Let me see you
again.”

“I, uh…” I cleared my throat. “I don’t think
that’s such a good idea right now, Corbin.”

“It’s an
excellent
idea. Especially
since I’m trying to concentrate on sex instead of blood.”

That put things in a different light. If he
was able to separate the two in his mind, if he could keep his
fuck-lust from merging with the bloodlust, well, it might be my
only hope.

“All…all right,” I whispered. I’d been curled
into a protective ball but now I sat up and pressed my back against
the cold brass headboard. Corbin watched avidly as I slowly spread
my thighs, baring my pussy for him once more.

“Good,” he growled softly. “So good, darling.
And so beautiful.”

Though he had been looking at me and touching
me for the past hour, I still felt my cheeks heating with
embarrassment at the way he was watching me. Seeing myself
reflected in the mirror, all spread out like a Penthouse model
didn’t help either.

“Can, um, are you going to…” I nodded at his
cock, which was still hard and throbbing between his thighs. I had
a feeling that as soon as he came, the danger for the most part
would be averted.