Playing with Passion Theta Series Book 1 (23 page)

Every actor in his troupe
had suffered some form of degradation.
No
more.
Now was the time to trust Ingrid and
take a leap of faith. He would make them believe they were feeding
on her. He pulled in axis to fuel his psycore, spinning a fantasy
that would satisfy these two predators, but still keep Ingrid
safe.

The vampires’ eyes widened when he
pushed into their minds, their bodies rigid with shock. Projecting
a tale of their fangs piercing Ingrid’s skin, Mack grew disgusted
by his own vivid imagination. He realized his mistake too
late.

Giovanni and Paolo would know they
hadn’t fed as soon as he released their minds. Theta blood boosted
a vampire’s powers. The fantasy blood that Mack was projecting
wouldn’t give Giovanni or Paolo the rush they were used to feeling
in the real world. Mack’s face tightened into a scowl, puzzling out
this unexpected snag. He couldn’t’ kill them, even though it
would’ve been a great pleasure to rip their heads from their necks.
How many other young thetas or humans had they raped?

There was no other option but to give
them a taste. Resigned to his fate, he sat between them on the
couch and eased the vampires out of their fantasy. This would be
tricky. Giovanni snapped out of it first, his smile rapturous.
“Bellissima.” He looked Mack up and down. “Why did you put on your
clothing? I am hard for you.” He unzipped his fly, pushing Mack’s
head toward his crotch. “Suck me.”

“Drink.”
Mack pulled away, slicing open his own wrist with
a sharpened nail and holding it under the nose of the vampire.
Giovanni wouldn’t be able to resist the scent of theta blood, even
though the blood would be his, and not Ingrid’s.

The master vampire cradled Mack’s
wrist, taking in a deep breath. “I will drink, child—,” his hand
was suddenly clasped around Mack’s throat, “—but afterwards, you
will kneel between my legs and take what I give you.”

“Yes, sir.” Mack wanted to
vomit.

When Paolo opened his
eyes, he pounced on Mack’s other wrist, tearing into the skin and
taking huge pulls of blood. Their hunger was fierce, and Mack began
to worry he might grow too weak to get away. “
Enough
.
You’re full and you want to
back
off
.”

And they did, just as Ingrid had
suspected. In their arrogance, they’d left their shields
surprisingly weak. Elias wouldn’t have been so easy to
overpower.

Giovanni stood, pulling Mack up after
him. “Your blood was delicious, but I ordered you to your knees to
fellate me.”

“I’d like to leave, sir.”

The punch was landed perfectly; the
sound of Mack’s nose breaking seeming much louder than he thought
it should sound. But then, no one had ever broken his nose. Oh,
he’d been beaten up as a kid in the institute, but once his
professors had found out he was a strong axis magic wielder, he was
pretty much left alone by the other students. The boys who’d hit
him had either been rejected from the program and sold to other
supernatural groups, or placed in troupes as actors, probably
suffering more than he ever had. Today that thought brought him no
comfort.

Blood had splattered Mack’s chest and
Giovanni’s shirt and was still dripping from his nose at a steady
pace. Seeing and smelling it had the vampires on the verge of blood
rage. Not good.

“You’ll do what I tell you, bitch.”
Giovanni was circling him.

To prevent a second punch,
Mack projected another fantasy, one where he
knelt
for both of the master vamps,
satisfying them thoroughly.

At this point, Mack was
disgusted.
“You’ve decided to take me
downstairs to the garage and go back to the party.”
Wincing his way through the back door of the
limo, he collapsed on the seat, grateful those master pricks had
obeyed him so easily, although he wished now that he’d hit them
back.

"What happened?"

He raised his head and stared into the
most beautiful gaze he’d ever encountered, Ingrid’s worried
expression worth every twinge of pain. Imagining this lovely female
sitting in his place, with her nose broken instead of his, had him
seething. He should have fucking killed them. "I spun the vamps a
fantasy, like you said we could; only I wanted them to have some
real memories mixed in with the others, so you wouldn't get into
trouble." He pulled away as she dabbed at his nose with a wad of
tissues. "Ow."

He morphed into himself, the
transition doing nothing to heal his injury, which was throbbing
badly. Ingrid held his chin between her fingers, tilting his head
to get a better look at the break. "You're an adorable idiot, you
know that?" Frowning, she grabbed ice out of the bucket, wrapped it
in a napkin, and pressed it to his face. "They broke your nose.
Your perfect nose." She was very careful with him, even though her
whole body had tensed up with anger.

"Wait...perfect? My nose is perfect?"
Mack tried to smile, but it hurt too much.

Helping him out of his
blood soaked shirt, she left him in charge of the icepack for his
nose and made up another one. "Well, it
was
," she teased. The new ice went
on his blackening eye. “Thank the gods we heal quickly.” Mack’s
nose would be normal in a few hours.

"
You're
perfect." The words had
popped out without forethought. Mack winced painfully,
embarrassed.

Ingrid stopped what she was doing.
"Hardly."

"Your mouth is perfect. Your mouth is
all I dream about lately." Giving in to impulse, he stroked his
finger across her bottom lip. It was soft and warm and he wanted to
taste it.

Ingrid giggled. “I’m not finished
playing nurse.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she carefully
continued to clean his face, her touch gentle against his skin. His
nose didn't hurt at all anymore, and the feel of her hands on his
face was heaven. However, blood was rushing to his cock at an
alarming rate. Mack folded his hands into his lap and hoped she
wouldn't look down.

“I can be patient,” he whispered,
although patience was the last thing his body wanted.

She dabbed at his cheek, the corners
of her mouth twitching. "What's my mouth doing, when you dream
about it?"

"All sorts of things." He took a quick
glance out the window, wondering how fast Johnny could get them
back to his house on Staten Island. They were already in Brooklyn
on the Gowanus Expressway, but this conversation was heading in a
dangerous direction.

She placed the cloth in the trash,
crawling into his lap, straddling his thighs and facing him. "Like
this?" She pressed her chest against his, kissing his neck,
trailing her lips up from the base of his throat to just below his
ear. Ingrid’s hands squeezed his shoulders, her breath warm and
delicious as it pulsed against his skin.

"Yes." Mack found the hem of her
dress, pushing it up her legs so he could rub his hands back and
forth over the soft skin of her thighs. His heart was beating fast,
his cock already throbbing painfully.

"Maybe this?" She nibbled the lobe of
his ear, stroking his chest with a splayed hand, pinching a
nipple.

“Keep doing that and I won’t be
responsible for my actions,” he said hoarsely. Mack snaked a hand
around her waist, resting it on her lower back and pressing her
closer. He opened his thighs, opening hers even wider.

She was breathing faster now. "What
earth-shattering event would happen, if you chose not to be
responsible, just this once?” she asked, her voice almost a
purr.

His lips wet her earlobe. “It could
never be once with you, Ingrid.”

“Connect to me.”

And when he reached out with his axis,
he dropped his shields, trusting Ingrid as he’d never done with
anyone before her. She angled her mouth to meet his lips with hers,
the first sensation setting off their strange magical harmony. He
didn’t allow it to produce a raging need, as he would have if he’d
been home in bed, her body beneath his. Instead, he conjured it
into a blanket of sensual sensation, a dozen hands caressing their
bodies.

“That feels so good.” She arched into
him,

Ingrid’s kiss tasted sweet, a teasing
enticement that grew more demanding. Finding it impossible to
resist her scent or her flavor, he opened his mouth wider and used
his tongue to taste and explore, his lips to tease and
seduce.

His voice rumbled against her ear. “I
want you so badly.” Mack pushed her skirt higher, exposing her lacy
blue panties. His hand slid under the elastic, two fingers
exploring her slick arousal. She reached for his fly but he pushed
her hands away. “I want you to scream my name.”

“I don’t do...that shit.” She gasped
as he slid his fingers into her vagina, curling them to find a
certain spot he was sure she’d enjoy. He set his thumb to exploring
her clitoris, pressing, and circling.

“You will today. Several times I
think.” Mack’s teasing threat was borne away by his kiss: intense,
demanding. He played with her sex and fed from her mouth, all the
while blanketing her in their communal energy.

Ingrid pulled away, panting. “Need
breath.”

“Breathing’s overrated.” With a hand
threaded in her hair, he held her in place, kissing her cheek, her
jaw, her neck, using the tip of his tongue to tease her skin. He
increased the speed of his thrusting fingers, her sex soaked and
swollen with need. Her face was so beautiful, mouth open, eyes
closed, all of her focus on the pleasure he was
delivering.

“Let me touch you,” she
pleaded.

“Later.” The back of a car was not
where he’d choose to make love to any female, particularly this
one. But a little foreplay was more than fine. “You make me
crazy."

Two more thrusts and she was biting
his shoulder—screaming—her vagina clenching around his slick
fingers. He was pretty sure he’d heard his name among the other
whimpering moans, but then again, Ingrid and he would have plenty
of opportunities once they reached his bed, or his couch or his
kitchen counter. So many possibilities…

She sighed, snuggling in his arms,
limp and smiling—every male’s fantasy. “Come home with me?" he
asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Turn off your H-tab," she
mumbled.

"After I check on the
troupe."

“Do it.”

Mack checked in with Gene,
explaining what had happened with the vamps. Gene assured him the
rest of the troupe was fine and that Mack had better spend the
night with Ingrid, so she could
tend his
wounds
. He was such a fucking goofball.
After ending the call, Mack held up his device. “It’s officially
off for the rest of the night.”

“Then I’d love to come. Several more
times,” she said with a wink.

“Planning on
experimenting?”

“You can count on it.”

They were close to the V-Bridge, so it
wouldn't be too much longer before Johnny had them back at Mack’s
small house. His cock had calmed down while he was on the call, but
the thought of burying his face between her thighs had him
throbbing in time to his heartbeat all over again. “I might do some
experimenting of my own.”

“I’m still wet as a seal in a
rainstorm. You should take advantage.”

Mack was too enthralled to speak. Wet
as a seal in a rainstorm, huh? He was gonna lap that shit right
up.

“We need to explore our
connection.”

“Exploring it sounds more scientific
than personal.”

She giggled. "I guarantee that when
Professor Ingrid explores your biological makeup, it will be very
personal.”

He outlined her plump mouth with his
thumb, leaning closer to whisper, “You’ve been smiling at
me.”

“Shhh. Don’t tell the others.” She
linked her hands behind his neck. “I like you and I want you. Let’s
start there.” Her kiss was short, but sensuous.

“I’m a still a mess.”

“Your shower looked large enough for
two and the rug by the fireplace was lovely, and…”

“Great minds think alike,” he
laughed.

Ingrid’s hand squeezed his cock, hard.
“There’s another surface right over there…” Ingrid squealed when he
lifted her off his lap, lowering her without effort to the longer
seat. He licked her bare ankle, calf, and inner thigh, spreading
her legs and using his tongue to tease her sensitive flesh through
the thin fabric of her silk panties. “Mack…”

Formed by her luscious
mouth, his name became a benediction
.
And, holy gods, she smelled so
good: a glass of water to a thirsty man, a feast for a starving
one.

“You are one determined, horny little
vixen.” Keeping his own needs in check, Mack pulled her lacy blue
panties very slowly down her lovely legs, kissing his way along the
opposite leg in the reverse order. Making her wait.

“Mack.” This time it was a demand, the
fire in her eyes pushing all the right buttons on his body. He
laughed, their gazes meeting without barriers, their shields
dissolving, exposing more between them than simply the magic they
were born with.