Immortal Danger (9 page)

“I'm not going to stop this time,” he told her, his voice a hard rumble of sound.

Her hand reached out toward him, touched the center of his chest. “I don't want you to stop.” Her gaze, bright blue, but occasionally starting to flicker black, met his. “I want you to fuck me.”

Her words pumped a fire of need and lust through his veins. He stepped into the shower, grabbed her, and pushed her back against the tiled wall.

The water poured on his back. Hot.

His mouth locked on hers. His tongue drove deep as he tasted her. He loved the way she tasted. Loved the wet, warm feel of her body against his. He held her hands chained to the wall, and her body twisted and pressed against his.

Her nipples raked across his chest. Her smooth thighs brushed against his.

Fuck.

He pushed her arms higher and used one hand to hold her wrists tight. He wanted to be the one to touch and play this time. He wanted the control.

He wanted her. Blind with pleasure, screaming his name.

His right hand slipped down her body as he kissed her. Found her breast, fondled the tight peak, squeezed. Maya moaned into his mouth and her hips shifted urgently against him.

Adam ripped his mouth from hers. Gazed down at her breasts. Then took one ripe mound into his mouth, laving his tongue over the sweet flesh and enjoying the shiver that worked its way over her body.

He sucked on her breast, drawing strongly on the nipple, then easing back to tease the peak with his tongue. He loved the sounds she was making. Low, husky moans. Panting breaths. He knew she could break free of his hold at any moment, knew, too, that she was enjoying the pleasure he was giving her—and because of that, she wouldn't break free, not yet.

His hand skimmed down her stomach and stopped at the juncture of her thighs. “Let me in,” he breathed the words against her breast.

Her thighs parted, giving him perfect access to her core. His fingers eased between her spread legs. Her delicate folds were soft and slick from the shower and her own arousal. Adam touched her lightly at first, barely skimming his fingertips over the heated button of her need, then brushing the entrance of her sex.

“Don't play,” Maya growled. “I'm not the light and easy type.”

Neither was he. He had a stranglehold on the beast raging inside of him, but if Maya wanted fire and passion, he'd be more than happy to give it to her.

He pressed against her clit. Rubbed. Gently bit against the tender underside of her breast.

Then he drove one finger deep into her waiting sex.

Maya gasped, rising on her tiptoes.

The water pounded down over them.

His cock was swollen, heavy with the lust that poured through him. Her sex was tight around his finger, squeezing—so fucking good—and he couldn't wait to drive his shaft into her. Hard and deep. Just the way they both wanted it.

But first, he had to make certain his vampire was ready for the demands he'd make on her.

He pulled his finger back, deliberately raked his thumb over her clit, then thrust his hand against her, rocking his palm against her sensitive folds and then pushing two fingers deep into her.

Her head tilted back against the wall. The delicate muscles of her sex quivered around him.

Her scent drove him to the brink.

Adam pulled back his hand, raised his head, and gazed down at her. He licked the cream from his fingers, savoring her taste.

And knew that he wanted more.

Adam dropped to his knees before her. Pushed those slim thighs apart even more to open her wide for his eyes.

Her hands were free now, and her fingers immediately clamped around his shoulders, her claws digging into the skin.

But her intent wasn't to stop him. No, when he glanced up, he could tell by the hunger shining in the darkness of her eyes—she wanted more.

Just as he did.

His mouth found her, kissing her through the cascading water. Taking her essence onto his tongue as he licked the pink flesh between her thighs. He found her clit, stroked once, a long, thorough lick, then he sucked the button, pulling it into his mouth.

He felt her tremble around him. His hands locked around her thighs and he lifted her legs. He held her easily, barely feeling her weight as he kissed and licked her. Her taste was so
fucking good.

Her breath came faster now. Harder. Her body was tight, and the quiver of her sex—oh, yeah, he could feel it. She was—

“Adam!” She cried out his name, her thighs tightening as she came. He felt the ripples of her release on his tongue. Tasted her pleasure.

And still wanted more.

He eased her legs down. Rose with the taste of her cream in his mouth and his cock all but ready to burst. His hand reached out, snapped off the flow of water. He grabbed Maya, lifting her into his arms and striding from the shower.

He took her to the bed. He didn't give a damn that they were both soaking wet.

He had to get inside her.

The bed squeaked when he placed her on the mattress, groaned when his body came down on top of hers.

He reached for her, ready to thrust deep into her.

Maya grabbed his hand. Met his stare with eyes a coal black. “My game now, Slick.”

Then he was on his back, with Maya on top of him. She pinned his arms to the mattress. Her legs straddled him. Her sex was open, teasing him, just above his cock. The soft down of her black curls rubbed against him.

Maya leaned close. Her breath feathered over his lips. “Did you enjoy your taste?”

Hell, yes.

Her tongue snaked out, lightly licked his lips. “'Cause it's only fair that I get a taste, too.”

Her lips brushed over his chin. Pressed against his jaw. Whispered down his throat. Adam expected her to bite him. Expected to feel the sting of her teeth and the rush of pleasure he'd known before.

But she just licked him. Long, slow licks that caused every muscle in his body to quiver.

His hands lifted, to pull her closer—but she shoved his wrists back against the bed.

“My game, remember?”

Damn, but she was beautiful.

He clenched his teeth, managed to grit, “For now.” But if the vampire didn't get moving, he'd take control.

Dawn had come. Maya was weak, but the sun had never held sway over him.

Maya lifted her hips. Pushed down. Her creamy sex brushed against the length of his cock.

She curled over him. Her right hand released him. Her fingers caressed his chest. Touched his nipples. Her mouth followed the path, licking, sucking. When her lips closed around his nipple, Adam's heels dug into the bedding.

Her mouth…

He growled at the lust ripping though him.

Her left hand eased away from his, began to stroke him. To tease.

His fingers clenched into fists as he fought the urge to grab her and force her underneath his body.

Lower,
lower
. She moved down his body. Licked his abdomen. Kissed his flesh.

Her thighs shifted around him as she moved her body and he instantly missed the touch of her sex against his. “
Maya.
”

Her hair fanned over his stomach.

Her breath blew against his cock.

The sound of his heartbeat, the fast, desperate drumming, filled his ears as he waited for that hot mouth to close around his cock.

Her lips touched him first. Brushed over the tip. His shaft jerked and her soft laughter rumbled against him.

Then her tongue touched him. Licked away the drop of moisture that had beaded on the head of his cock and slowly moved down his erect length.

Her hand wrapped tight around the base of his shaft. Began to pump as she licked.

Sonofabitch.

His muscles were taut. His heart slammed against his chest. He could smell her, was breathing her in—and he had to take her.

Her mouth closed over his cock.

His control shattered.

With a snarl, Adam locked his arms around her and jerked her back up the length of his body. He kissed her. Hard. Deep. Then he rolled her under his body, pinning her beneath him.

Her legs spread immediately for him.

Her gaze met his. Hunger blazed in her eyes, a hunger to match his own.

He parted her folds, pushed his cock against her moist opening—

And drove balls-deep in one long, swift thrust.

Her legs clamped around him, her heels brushing his ass, and she bucked against him.

“More.” One word, husky with need, slipped past her lips.

Adam withdrew, pulled to the very entrance of her body, and thrust inside. Again, again, again.

She met him each time, her hips rising to drive against his as they fought for release.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the harsh sound blending with their moans and ragged breathing, and seeming to drive the passion even higher.

More.
The order had been hers, but the need was his. He wanted to feel more of her, to taste more, to have more.

To have everything.

Her nipples pressed against his chest and he just had to taste her breasts again. Her back arched when he tongued her nipple, then he drew it deep into his mouth.

And he thrust. Plunged deep. Withdrew.

Her fingers raked down his back. Her hips bucked beneath his.

The base of Adam's spine began to tingle. His balls drew tight against his body as his orgasm approached in a powerful, driving wave.

His fingers pushed between their bodies. Found her clit. Rubbed, tugged.

Her sex clenched around him in a spasm of release as she cried out, shuddering beneath him.

Adam drove into her one final time and stiffened. His release barreled through him, stronger, harder, than anything he'd ever experienced. Pleasure exploded, singeing his nerves and rippling through his muscles.

When the climax ended, when the haze of lust and need finally cleared from his eyes, he looked down at Maya.

She gazed back at him, a faint furrow between her brows and a wet tear track sliding from the corner of her right eye.

He stared at her, not sure what to say or do. His cock was still cradled in her moist heat, already stirring again.

Slowly, the furrow smoothed away and a slow smile stretched her lips. She said, simply, “More.”

He was only too happy to oblige.

 

When she slept, she turned from him. Curled onto her side and faced the pale blue wall.

He didn't like that.

Adam gazed at Maya's back, aware of a simmering sense of discontent within him.

His body was replete, the voracious hunger for Maya temporarily satisfied. But…

It seemed as if something were missing.

Because she'd turned from me.

Curled in on herself. Hunched her shoulders and drifted away from him.

He didn't know how to pull her back.

His hand lifted, stroked a lock of her hair.

She didn't stir.

His fingers clenched into a fist.

 

Sleep pulled at her, but Maya's eyes were open as she stared at the peeling wall. Her sex still quivered with little aftershocks of pleasure. She clenched her thighs together, enjoying the feeling.

As she'd enjoyed Adam.

He was touching her now. Stroking her hair. She held carefully still when she felt that tentative touch, aware of a sudden yearning to turn toward him, to curl against that muscled chest and sleep cradled in his arms.

Ridiculous, of course.

She didn't need to be held to sleep. Never had.

They'd just had great sex—pretty amazing sex, actually, but just sex. She didn't need anything more from him.

Didn't need anything more from anyone.

She closed her eyes and deliberately pushed Adam's image from her mind. A battle waited ahead of her. She needed all the sleep she could get.

She pictured darkness, complete and empty in her mind. It was an old trick, one she'd perfected as a child when the sounds from the room next door grew too loud and she had to shut them out to sleep.

To stay sane.

Darkness. Always the darkness.

She pictured the darkness closing around her. Shielding her.

Darkness.

Silence.

Her breath began to slow. Her body to relax.

She went into the darkness.

 

“Bitch!”

At first, Maya thought she was dreaming. Or remembering. Sometimes the dreams and the memories got all twisted together.

Luckily, she didn't dream much.

Just saw her blessed darkness.

“I'll fucking kill you!” A man's voice. Screaming with rage.

A loud crash sounded and a woman began to cry, harsh, gulping sobs.

Memory.

She'd hoped that being a vampire would have at least come with the perk of uninterrupted sleep. In all the movies, Dracula climbed into his coffin, closed his eyes—and wham—the guy pretty much died until sunset.

Maya figured you didn't have to battle nightmares and memories if you were dead during the day.

Unfortunately for her, a vampire's day sleep was all too normal.

She couldn't hide from her past while she slept.

Dammit.

“
No, Chuck, don't! I-I'm sorry!”
A woman's voice. Thick with a southern accent and shaking with fear.

What the hell?

Maya's eyes flew open.

Her mother didn't have a southern accent. She'd been born and bred on the streets of L.A.

A thud shook the wall behind her, sending a tremble through the bed.

“
No, please!”

“Fucking bitch!”

Breaking glass. A scream.

Not a dream.

Not a memory.

Maya jerked up in bed, glanced to the right. A faint imprint on the mattress was the only sign of Adam's presence.

Where the hell had he gone?

“You'll be sorry for playin' me, Rosie.”

A whimper, barely discernable through the thin walls.

She grabbed her clothes. Jerked on the jeans and shirt, didn't even bother with shoes. The asshole was hurting the woman, and if she didn't stop him—