Grey Wolf in the White House: The Trilogy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance) (7 page)

“I would never bite you… unless you
wanted me to. I’m told it can be quite an erotic experience for a
human,” he replied, the candlelight dancing in his eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” she said, her
full lips parting slightly as she gazed across the bath at
him.

He slid through the water until he was
right in front of her, and then leaned in closer. Even in the warm
water, his skin seemed cool, and Ari could smell his expensive
cologne.

“Kiss me,” he said softly.

She tilted her face up to meet his, and
then pressed her mouth to his red lips. Her own lips felt scorching
compared to his, and a violent shiver shot down her spine, sending
a prickling sensation over her neck and chest as goose bumps
erupted over them. As he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, she
realized that the inside of his mouth was a lot warmer than the
rest of him, and the shivers gave way to a throbbing, pulsing
sensation between her legs as their tongues entwined, slowly yet
hungrily exploring each other’s mouths.

After a moment, she broke the kiss and
leaned back, smiling as she saw the look of barely-contained
arousal on his face.

“You have no idea how beautiful you
are,” he murmured, before moving his mouth to her neck and nuzzling
her, his soft lips caressing her skin before gently nibbling and
sucking on her right earlobe.

The bubbles had begun to subside, and
her bare breasts were in full view as he pulled away again. Casting
his eyes down, he saw her rapidly-stiffening pink nipples, and
cupped her both of her breasts in his cool hands, gently squeezing
them before sliding his mouth down to one of them.

His warm tongue traced tantalizing
spirals on her areola, and Ari closed her eyes and moaned softly as
the throbbing sensation between her legs became a raging heat that
surged through her body like a wildfire.

“If there was ever a human woman that I
would breed with, it would be you, Ari,” he said, once he had
broken away.

“Oh,” she said, unsure as to how one
would respond to a vampire saying something like that.

He grinned, and for a second he showed
her his fangs before retracting them again.

“That’s a very big compliment, sweet
Ari. I cannot wait to make love to you. But first…”

He slid his mouth back to her neck,
gently sucking and nibbling, his hands moving underneath the water,
touching and squeezing every inch of her soft curves.
Ever-so-slowly, one hand reached further down, over her hips and
soft belly, down to the sensitive line where her thighs met the
area between her legs. His nails trailed along the line, and Ari
gasped softly, desperately wanting him to move the hand further
up.

Damien’s eyes glowed dark red again,
and he smiled wickedly as he finally slid the hand directly between
her legs, probing her soft folds as he stroked up and down her
slit. He placed the pad of his thumb on the throbbing bud of her
clitoris, rubbing it gently in small, slow circles, and Ari closed
her eyes, letting the warm tingling sensation that his touch evoked
spread throughout her body.

A moment later, he pressed his index
finger inside her, slowly probing inside her wet warmth, still
rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. He smiled at her again and
leaned down and kissed her softly, and as he did so he began to
curl the finger inside of her in a come-hither motion. He knew
exactly what he was doing, and after only another couple of moments
of this treatment, Ari felt an enormous pressure being released
from her core as the first waves of pleasure began to crash over
her, flooding her body with even more warmth.

As she cried out in pleasure, her legs
twitched and her muscles contracted around his finger, and Damien
broke the kiss and pulled away.

“Let me get you out of this bath,” he
murmured.

Ari didn’t argue with that. He stood
up, stepped out of the bath and wrapped a dry bathrobe around
himself before reaching down and pulling her up towards him. He was
a lot stronger than his relatively-thin body suggested, and he
scooped her up in his arms and set her down on the
tiles.

After grabbing a soft dry towel, he
began to rub it over every inch of her curvy body, muttering
comments of admiration as he dried her. When he had deemed her dry
enough, he scooped her up in his arms again and strode out of the
bathroom and into her bedroom.

Gently placing her down on the bed, he
pulled the bathrobe off and climbed on top of her, an elbow on
either side of her as he leaned his face closer to hers. His breath
was warm, and as he spoke, his calm, deep voice seemed to send a
bolt of electricity shooting up her spine, flooding her mind with
wanton desire.

“Are you sure you want this?” he
murmured.

“Yes,” she replied
breathlessly.

As she spoke, she parted her legs for
him, and he settled further down her body, grinding slowly against
her. Ari could feel his hardness digging into her thighs, and she
moaned softly. Damien reached to the bedside table and opened the
small drawer, and Ari was surprised to see a box of condoms that
she hadn’t known about until now. He slid one down over himself,
and then continued to grind against her.

“Oh, please… now!” she begged, knowing
how wet and ready she was for him after the way that he had touched
her in the bath.

He slid a hand between them and started
playing with her inner lips, stroking gently, brushing her against
her clitoris occasionally and making Ari shudder with anticipation.
After what felt like an eternity of this sweet torture, his eyes
began to glow dark red again, and he rubbed his hard cock up and
down her folds before pressing it to her warm, wet
opening.

Seconds later, he was pushing inside
her, and Ari gasped and cried out in delight as he moved inside
her, slowly grinding his hips against her as he thrust himself in
and out, groaning softly in contentment as she began to move her
hips in a rhythm with his. Moments later he slid his mouth over her
ear, his warm breath caressing her soft skin.

“Please, get on top of me, show me what
you can do with this amazing body of yours,” he whispered, his eyes
continuing to glow a deep red.

Ari loved her apparent ability to drive
this man completely and utterly wild, and for a second she
completely forgot that he was a vampire; it didn’t matter, all that
mattered was that he was here with her, touching her, feeling her,
making her feel incredible. Damien rolled off her, and she smiled
and climbed on top of him, grinding her hips on him to tease him a
little before raising her hips and lowering herself back down onto
his cock.

As she felt him filling her
again, she heard him groaning with pleasure, and she began to
bounce herself up and down as he ran his hands over her body,
squeezing every inch of her soft flesh. One of his hands settled on
her round behind, and he slid the palm of his other hand
between her legs, rubbing her clitoris as she
moved her body against his.

Within seconds, Ari felt her body
responding to him again, and gasped and sighed with ecstasy as
another wave of warmth flooded through her, filling her body with
pleasure and clouding her mind with pure lust. She collapsed
forward onto his chest, and then whispered two words that she never
thought she would hear herself saying.

“Bite me.”

Damien stopped moving his hips for a
minute, and looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes. I want to know what it feels
like,” she replied breathlessly.

Damien smiled and slowly slid himself
out of her, before gently pushing her down onto her back. Crouching
on top of her, he grabbed one of her legs and put it over his
shoulder while she wrapped the other around his back. Slowly
entering her slick, warm tightness again, he began to thrust into
her, hard and fast, and she moaned and whimpered with pleasure
beneath him. He growled as he grabbed her ass and pulled her even
closer to him, his groin rubbing against her clitoris and nearly
sending her over the edge again.

“This might hurt a little to begin
with, but then you’ll be fine,” he said, before sliding his mouth
over the smooth skin of her neck.

He muttered something in a guttural
tongue that Ari did not understand, and she arched her back, moving
her hips back and forth as he continued to slowly move in and out
of her. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck,
and she felt as if she had hot lava flowing through her
bloodstream. After a second it cooled, but only slightly, and she
cried out as she tried to squirm away from his sharp fangs,
wondering if this had been a good idea.

Seconds later, her entire body was
flooded with a sensual pleasure, and she cried out again, but this
time in ecstasy. Almost nothing had ever felt this intense, this
good… except the first time with Remy. Her eyes snapped open as she
realized that she was still thinking of the werewolf President, and
she angrily pushed all thought of him away, returning her focus to
Damien.

He moved his mouth away and
stared down at her with a fierce expression on his face, and she
could see her own blood on his fangs before he retracted them. His
eyes glowed an even deeper red as he began to move his hips against
her faster, reaching deeper inside,
bringing her to new heights of pleasure.
Moments later, he closed his eyes and shuddered, his own orgasm
overtaking him, and Ari gasped as he slammed into her one last time
before coming.

They lay
on the bed together for hours afterwards, talking and making love
again twice, until Ari was completely exhausted.

“I need
to sleep,” she murmured.

Damien
smiled down at her as he caressed her head and ran his fingers
through her hair.

“Sorry.
As I told you the other day, I often forget that humans need their
rest. I will leave you for now. I will be back in the morning, my
sweet Ari,” he said.

With
that, he kissed her on the forehead, went back into the bathroom
and picked up his clothes. After he had dressed, he blew a kiss to
Ari and exited the room, and she drifted off to sleep.

***

Ari woke up again only half an hour later, a sharp pain in
her neck forcing her up.
I’ll go and ask Damien if there’s anything he can
do about this,
she thought, rubbing the small fang marks on the side of
her neck.
Even an aspirin or something would do.

As she
padded softly through the mansion, she entered the east wing,
knowing that he would probably still be working. She was right; as
she headed down the long hallway she could see his office light on,
and the door was open a crack.

As she
was about to knock, she realized that he was talking to someone,
and her ears pricked up as she heard her own name
mentioned.

“So
you’ve managed to convince her, then?” a deep and vaguely familiar
voice said.

“Yes,”
Damien replied. “Just tonight, in fact, I seduced her… I played it
so well that she thought she was the one seducing me. Humans can be
so ignorant. I admit that she is smarter than most, and it took a
while to make her believe me, but she doesn’t love Remy anymore.
She is falling for me, and she really believes that the werewolves
are the ones ruining her little world for her.”

The other
man laughed softly, and then spoke again.

“And the
state dinner?” he asked.

“I
haven’t asked her yet, but I plan on telling her about it tomorrow.
I will tell her that I think it is finally safe for her to
accompany me in public, and she will come. When President Remy sees
me with her, you know how he will react… especially when he sees
the fang marks on her neck,” Damien replied.

“Oh, yes.
He’s a werewolf; they can’t control their anger very well. He will
go crazy, and probably tear the whole room apart. Once the public
knows what he is, they will shun him and push him out of the White
House, and out of society itself, I dare say.”

“And then
we will finally have our chance to take over the government once
and for all.”

The two men laughed, louder this time, and Ari suddenly
recognized the other man’s voice.
Marco.

“Good
job, Uncle,” he said, confirming Ari’s suspicion. “I cannot believe
the stroke of luck we had with this one. I actually liked her as a
human companion… I never had any idea that she would be able to get
the President and hand him to us on a platter like
this.”

Ari didn’t want to hear any
more. She quietly padded back to her room, hot tears spilling out
onto her face and sliding down her cheeks.
I have to get out of here. I can’t believe how stupid and
blind I’ve been,
she thought as she changed
out of her satin nightie and into a warm coat and jeans, wanting to
kick herself for having let the vampire get under her skin,
figuratively
and
literally.
And Marco… we’ve been
friends for years; how could he do this to me?

She wrote a note telling
Damien that she was leaving, and left it on the pillow.
I hope he doesn’t follow me.
Not wanting a single reminder of him, she took only her cell
phone and the clothes she was wearing, and walked downstairs.
Making sure that she didn’t make a loud noise when she shut the
front door, she slipped out into the night, tears still spilling
down her cheeks.