Silent Bite-A Scanguards Wedding (1001 Dark Nights) (2 page)

Oliver slipped his hand into her panties, combing through the neatly trimmed triangle of curls that guarded her sex, and headed farther south. Warmth and wetness greeted his foraging fingers. Instantly, his cock began to jerk, wanting to feel what his fingers felt.

“Take my cock out,” he ground out, impatient for her touch because no matter how often he’d made love to her in the last few months, every time was different and new. And more thrilling than the last time.

Moments later, he felt her hands push down his boxer briefs, sliding them down his legs. Then one hand wrapped around him.

“Like that?” Ursula asked with a provocative tone in her voice.

“Yes, just like that, as if you didn’t know it.”

She squeezed his cock in her hand, making his heart pound into his throat.

“Fuck, baby!”

He groaned loudly and threw his head back, for a moment reveling in her tender touch. Then his fingers moved, bathing themselves in her wetness before sliding higher again to where her center of pleasure resided. When he slid one finger over it, pressing lightly, her eyelids fluttered and her throat released an audible gasp. He knew her body so well, knew exactly how to make her purr like a kitten, how to make her writhe underneath him in ecstasy, and how to make her shudder in his arms. And he couldn’t get enough of it, of seeing her lips curl into a sensual smile, her eyes darken with passion, and her body tremble with desire.

Because in turn it caused a reaction in him: his entire body began to burn with need, the need to possess her, to make her his forever. Desire scorched him from the inside. The smoldering embers of his love for her ignited anew every time he looked at her sinful body, every time he kissed her sensual lips and touched her silken skin. It was as if she’d bewitched him by looking at him with her almond-shaped eyes as if he were the only man who mattered to her.

Just as she looked at him now.

“Take me,” she murmured, her lips barely moving. “I need to feel you.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Within seconds he’d placed her on the bed, stripped her of her panties, and spread her legs. He’d taken her every way possible in the last few months, but what he still liked best was Ursula underneath him and looking into her eyes when he drove into her. He loved seeing her reaction when he plunged into her tight pussy and stretched her. Loved the way her breath rushed out of her lungs when he drove deeper than she thought he could. Loved the way her breasts bounced from side to side and up and down with each thrust.

“Don’t make me wait,” Ursula begged now.

A smile built on Oliver’s lips. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d been simply staring at her, feasting his eyes on her beauty. “No, my love, I’ll never make you wait.”

Then he brought his cock to her nether lips and plunged forward, seating himself balls-deep. A shudder ran down his spine and shot into his balls, threatening to unman him. It was always like that with her. The first thrust into her tight, silken sheath always did that to him because it was the moment he remembered what he missed most when she wasn’t lying in his arms, panting. He missed the way she imprisoned him within her. The way she chained him to her body and her soul with only the tiniest squeeze of her interior muscles that she was probably not even aware of.

Whenever he felt her squeeze him like that, it felt as if his heart were being squeezed in the same way. As if she held his heart in her hand. Because she did. Because his heart belonged to her.

When he felt Ursula’s hands on his hips, urging him to move, he complied with her wishes, falling into a rhythm that she dictated. Slowly, he drove in and out of her, shifting his angle so that with each descent his pelvis rocked against her clit. At the beginning of their relationship, she’d had problems letting herself go, but they’d overcome that obstacle and Ursula now responded to him freely and without inhibitions, her body pushing against him to increase the pressure on her clit. He reacted to her sign and started moving faster while he tried to stave off his own need to climax, a task which became more and more difficult by the second.

He tried to distract himself, but as he looked down at her, he saw how small rivulets of sweat ran from her neck through the valley of her breasts. It made her skin glow even more intensely and her scent more powerful, drawing him to her even more.

“Oh, God, baby!” he ground out, all too aware that his fangs were at full length and itching for a bite. “I need you to come!” Only then could he plunge his fangs into her lovely neck and find his own release.

“So close,” she whispered between pants.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me!”

“Please.”

Her back arched off the bed, her breasts thrusting toward him. Oliver dipped his head and captured one nipple, sucked on it greedily, his fangs grazing the sensitive peak. Underneath him, Ursula shivered, her body trembling now.

He moved to the other breast, repeating the same action, while he continued driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy. His hips worked at a rapid tempo, thrusting and withdrawing in quick succession. Another few thrusts and he would be unable to hold back his need to plunge his fangs into her flesh; another few thrusts and he would take her blood and allow it to drug him despite the disaster this would spell for both of them. Despite the fact it would destroy him.

His entire body began to tremble, and he knew he’d lost. This was his doom. Ursula was his doom, just like they’d all predicted. He wasn’t strong enough to resist the temptation her blood represented.

His lips widened as he set his fangs to either side of her nipple and took a last breath. He pierced her skin and closed his eyes, knowing he’d failed, when a shudder went through Ursula’s body as her orgasm washed over her.

Relief flooded him at the same time as warm blood rushed into his mouth and down his throat. Had he been able to speak, he would have thanked her for having saved him once more, but he couldn’t let go of the breast he was sucking on. Her blood tasted rich and sweet. Perfect. And to take it from her breast had become one of his favorite places to drink. Right along with her inner thigh, where he could soak in her arousal at the same time as he fed from her.

“Oh, yes.” She encouraged him now, her hand sliding to his nape to press him closer to her breast.

Oliver knew how much she loved feeding him like this because it was something only he did. None of the leeches at the blood brothel she’d been imprisoned at for three long years had ever been allowed to take her blood from anywhere else than her neck or wrist.

With one last thrust, he came and flooded her tight channel with his seed. His entire body shook from the intensity of his climax. It took long moments before he could think clearly again and was able to retract his fangs from her breast. Gently he licked over the two small incisions, sealing them instantly. There would be no scars. His saliva guaranteed it.

Oliver dropped his head next to hers, breathing heavily.

“Wow. I love it when you do it like that.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “How?”

“All out of control.”

He shook his head. “It was close. I almost bit you before you climaxed. But I—”

She put a finger to his lips, stopping him from continuing. “Almost. I’ll make sure it won’t happen.”

Oliver dropped his forehead to hers. “I thought it had gotten easier, but it hasn’t. What if one day you won’t come in time?”

“Then we’ll deal with it. Together.” She gave him a soft slap on his backside. “Besides, you can always make me come.”

He chuckled. “That’s what a guy likes to hear.” He pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

“It’s time to go,” she murmured back.

“I know.”

2

Ursula fidgeted as she nervously watched the escalator that descended from the arrival level to the baggage claim area at San Francisco International Airport where she and Oliver were waiting. She turned to him.

“You know what to tell them, right?” she asked.

Oliver clasped her hand then led it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Don’t look so anxious! Your parents will wonder whether something is wrong.”

She sighed. “Well, that’s because something
is
wrong. I’ve been living in sin with you, and if they ever find out—”

“What are they gonna do? Force me to marry you?” He chuckled. “Guess what? That’s what we’re gonna do anyway.”

“Still, there’s no need to upset them.”

“Upset them? I thought they liked me.”

“They do,” she hastened to assure him. “Though I’m sure they would have preferred if I married a nice Chinese boy instead.”

Oliver grimaced. “Hey, two out of three ain’t bad.”

“Two out of what three?” she asked.

He lifted his fingers and started counting. “Good looking and great in bed.” He shrugged.

Ursula shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, about the latter. I’m sure my parents wouldn’t appreciate the fact that I shacked up with you for all these months while they thought I was living at the dorms at UC Berkeley.”

“Shacking up with me? I’d hardly call it that.” He gave her a soft smile, his eyes dropping to her lips and his head inching closer. “Actually, I preferred it when you called it ‘living in sin.’ It’s got a much nicer ring to it.”

Ursula nudged him in the ribs. “You’re terrible. I wish you’d take this seriously.”

“You mean the ‘living in sin’ part? I take it very seriously. And I thought you liked it. I did. Immensely.”

She felt her entire body flush with heat. He could do that to her with the way he gazed into her eyes, his mouth parting, and his fangs starting to elongate as a sign of his desire for her.

“Oliver, your fangs,” she whispered under her breath.

He closed his mouth instantly and swallowed. “See what you do to me. You start talking about sin, and I turn all primal.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe then it’s a good thing we’re getting married. At least then it won’t be considered a sin anymore.”

Oliver bent to her, placing a soft kiss near her ear. “I don’t care what it’s called. It won’t change the way I feel about you. Nor the fact that the next week will be pure torture for me.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his look. “It’s the only way we can hide from my parents what’s been going on the last few months.”

He let out a resigned sigh.

“Let’s go over the story again, just so we don’t trip ourselves up,” she suggested and cast another look up the escalator as more people started to descend.

“Okay,” Oliver agreed. “You’ve been living at the dorms, but in order to prepare for the wedding, you moved into the guestroom in my parents’ house today, and your parents will be staying in my room, while I move in with Samson until the wedding.” He shoved a hand through his unruly dark hair. “I hope I can remember to call Quinn Dad. At least Rose I can still call Rose.”

“Why?”

“Well, she’s not my mother. I’m only related to Quinn as my sire. So, we should tell your parents that Rose is my stepmother. That way, I won’t trip myself up when I address her as Rose.”

Panic gripped Ursula. Last-minute changes to an established plan always spelled disaster. “Did you talk to Quinn and Rose about that already?”

Oliver squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I discussed it with them and also with Blake.”

Relieved, Ursula let out a breath. “Okay. And Blake knows what to say and do?”

Blake, who was human and Rose and Quinn’s fourth great-grandson, could be a goofball, but she hoped that he would stick to the plan they’d put together and help them fool her parents that the Ralston-Haverford-Bond family—Quinn Ralston, Rose Haverford, Blake Bond, and Oliver, who had taken Quinn’s last name after his turning—was a typical American family and didn’t consist of three vampires and a human.

“Blake will be on his best behavior. I promise you that.”

Ursula rolled her eyes. “Right.”

“I’ll keep him in line. He’s still scared shitless that I’ll bite him again. So, don’t worry about him.”

She smiled at him softly. “But that’s a bluff. I know you won’t bite him. You don’t even like his blood.”

Oliver pulled her closer, turning her into his body. “That’s because you spoiled me with yours. Everything else tastes like battery acid to me.” He inhaled deeply. “Oh God, I can smell your blood now.”

Ursula shivered as he placed his lips on her neck and kissed her gently. “You’ve gotta stop. People are looking at us.”

“You’re killing me, baby. I hope you know what you’re asking of me to stay out of your bed for an entire week.” He lifted his head, and their gazes locked. The rim of his irises shimmered golden, a sign that his vampire side was emerging.

She caressed his cheek. “I know, my love. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“How?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur.

She chuckled quietly. “Since when don’t you have any imagination?” She let her hand slide to his neck and scratched her fingernails against it, feeling how his skin turned to gooseflesh underneath her touch.

Oliver groaned. “I can’t wait. After this evening, I’ve gotten the taste for a lot more.” His eyes seemed to penetrate her. “To suckle from your breast was—”

“Oh, no!” she interrupted him in panic. She’d just remembered something. “My bra!”

He looked at her, startled. “What’s with your bra?”

She grabbed his arm. “It’s still in your bedroom! I didn’t pick it up. Where did it go? Did you pick it up when we moved the boxes with my stuff to the guestroom?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I didn’t notice it anywhere.”

Ursula’s pulse raced. “Oh God, my mother is gonna find it and then she’ll know.”

“Is it really gonna be such a problem?” he asked softly.

“Yes!”

Oliver sighed and pulled his cell from his pocket. “Fine. I’ll take care of it.”

“How?”

He unlocked his cell and started typing. “I’ll text Blake to look for it.”

“Blake?” Embarrassment swept through her. “You can’t have Blake look for my bra!”

Oliver tilted his head to the side. “Rose went out shopping, so she can’t do it. So if you don’t want your mother to find it in my room, then it’s going to have to be Blake.”