The Girl & the Vampire (The Embassy #1) (5 page)

I still felt insanely sensitive from my last orgasm, so when he started moving inside of me, it was almost too much to bear, but he swallowed every single moan with his lips. A few shudders ran through my body, making muscles all over relax and tighten, and he continued to devour my mouth while he waited for me to be ready for more. I could still taste myself on his tongue, that and the metallic taste of my blood; both whipped the ebbing desire burning in me back into a frenzy that only grew stronger when I—not so accidentally—nicked my tongue on one of his fangs, intensifying the flavor immediately and making him groan with need.

This time I actually felt his cock harden further inside of me, and the realization that he got a kick out of feeding from me, little as that could be right now, made me feel incredibly powerful. Rachel might think what she wanted, styling me a victim, but right now I was more like the goddess who granted her loyal priest a favor than just a random snack with benefits.

Following along those lines of thought, I was suddenly sick of just lazing around on my back—writhing and sweating aside—so I gave Lewis’s right shoulder a nudge that made him flip us over, until he was the one one just lying there with me straddling him.

Giving him a last, deep kiss, I straightened, loving how he brought his hands up to cradle my breasts. He was clearly enjoying the view, among other things, as I found out when I started moving up and down, feeling his cock almost slip out of me before I impaled myself on him once again.

Reaching up, I tightened my fingers over his until he got the hint and dug them in a little more, his thumbs now manipulating my nipples.

He gazed up at me, amused, and his smile quickly became darker when I let go and brought a finger to his lips, running over them until he sucked it greedily into his mouth. He held my gaze while he kept licking my finger, then nicked the pad of it just enough to draw a little blood. The sting made me grind myself harder against him, thus evoking the sensation from the bite marks on my pussy again, driving me insane.

“Does it always feel like this?” I asked, the words drawn out between heavy breaths.

He let my finger slip out of my mouth, only to catch the one beside it, and his repetition of the same action—with the same results—was answer enough. All the while he continued to stroke and tweak my nipples, I couldn’t push that next idea out of my head before it tripped over my lips.

“I want you to bite me. There.”
 

He raised his brows at me, still sucking on my finger, and how he could smirk with his eyes was beyond me. It was hard to hold on to the hint of aggravation that the undulating motion of my hips against his wanted to chase away immediately, but I somehow managed.

“My nipples. I want you to bite me there. I want to… to…”
 

I cut off then when his grip on me shifted lightning fast, air whooshing around me, and the next moment I was still straddling his lap but he was sitting up, back against the headrest, erect enough that he could plant a slow kiss onto my chin.

“Your wish is my command.”

He still took a moment to catch my bottom lip between his teeth and suck on it sensually before he dipped his head to my breast. I couldn’t help but tense up as his hungry mouth—by now warmed either from my blood or the prolonged physical contact to me—fastened around my left nipple, but instead of biting right down, he sucked on it gently, then harder, before teasing the puckered flesh with his tongue.
 

His hands slipped down to my butt cheeks in the meantime, digging in and stroking before he started urging me into motion again, the renewed sensation of his cock driving into me just heightening the delicious impulses my body was alive with.

That had me so distracted I almost missed the moment he clamped his mouth down on my nipple, bringing his fangs down into the sensitive flesh of my areola right next to it. This time, the burning sensation was much stronger and increased tenfold when instead of just licking up the blood, he bit down again, this time right on my nipple.

I screamed, but not from pain, my fingers digging hard into his muscular shoulders. His hands tightened on me, pulling me closer until he was grinding his groin against mine, and then he started to suck, wiping my mind of coherent thought from how good that felt.

As soon as the blood stopped flowing, he mirrored the actions on my other breast, and this time I came when that insane high hit its peak. My entire body was shaking with it, but he wasn’t done with me. No—he only stopped for a moment to flip us over again so that he was on top, and then he started fucking me in earnest. All I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life, while he drew out my climax until I thought I would black out at any moment.

I could tell from the sweet moans coming from him and the way his motions started to become uncoordinated that he was close himself, and just as he came deep inside of me, his fangs sank into the soft side of my neck, biting deep enough to cut through the haze of lust one last time.

That bite was different, not just deeper and more painful, but it made my heart race just as my body went slack. With nerve endings all over my body firing non-stop now it brought on a last, even more powerful orgasm, but there was a small part of me that realized that, right now, if he didn’t stop, he could easily kill me.

Maybe I should have been afraid, but I felt no fear. So I closed my eyes, let myself fall into his embrace, and let go.

I didn’t quite black out, but it took me a while to recover after that. My body was sluggish and my mind was blank, and with the amazingly soft sheets around me, a warm, muscular body pressed against my back, that wonderful post-orgasmic haze spreading through me, I felt no need to try to get back to any normal state of existence. I knew that this couldn’t go on for forever, but a few more minutes couldn’t hurt.

Lewis let me rest for a while, but I could tell when he got bored. Feeling his lips pepper my shoulder and neck with feather-light kisses wasn’t exactly something that I felt the need to protest to. Soon his hands joined in the exploration, and when his mouth wandered up the column of my neck and reached my jaw, I was ready to reciprocate.

We spent a while just fooling around, then went on to things that made me work up a sweat again, but he kept his fangs to himself. I almost rued that, until I tried to sit up and the world started spinning out of control all around me.

“Easy there,” he whispered as he eased me back onto the covers, then smiled warmly at me. “How about a nice, hot bath?”

At first I was a little miffed about the idea, until he slid into the tub with me, and we resumed where my untimely spell of vertigo had derailed us. I’d never had sex in the water before, and being half weightless while he fucked me for what felt like hours was something I could get used to.

By the time we were back in bed, I was starving, and Lewis watched me with amusement as I wolved down a full plate of pasta, followed by a huge scoop of ice cream. Considering that he couldn’t eat anything anymore, I would have expected a certain kind of revulsion there, but he was only too happy serving as a tray for the second half of the ice cream, and it had never tasted better than licking it off a warm, willing body.

Returning to the bed after I’d cleaned up, I expected him to be up for the next round—whatever that was—but he shook his head and simply kissed me deeply when I suggested as much.

“I think it’s for the best to keep the rest of that list for next time,” he suggested.

I put on a pout, but I had to admit that I felt worn out enough to sleep for a century. Then what he really had said seeped through the haze of exhaustion clogging my brain.

“Next time?” I wanted to know.

“If you’re up for it,” he amended, then flashed me a toothy grin that made desire all over my body flame up anew. “Why do I get the sense that you won’t say no?”

“I could ask Emily to match me with someone else. Sample the buffet, you know?” I teased.

His lips twisted into a wry smile, and before I knew what was happening, he had me pressed deep into the mattress, his cock pressing eagerly against my hip. While I stared up at his—decidedly hungry—grin, I felt him harden, which made me gasp.

“Now that’s fast,” I remarked, then tried to shift my hips in a way that would let him slide into me, but he moved his hips back out of range.

“Told you there were advantages to screwing a vamp,” he offered, then leaned in for a last, deep kiss, leaving the taste of blood on my tongue where he nicked it one last time, making me shudder with need all over.

“So, next time?”

“Next time,” I agreed, then closed my eyes and stretched out as I felt the bed dip as he got up.

I watched him dress with a certain sense of melancholy, but couldn’t manage to wipe the stupid grin off my face. When he saw me watching, he laughed under his breath and shook his head, then returned to me one last time to steal another kiss.

“Feel free to stay and rest as long as you want. And order some breakfast when you wake up. I hear it’s delicious.”

“Will do,” I promised, then closed my eyes again, and I was asleep before the sound of the closing door fully registered.

I woke up several hours later, the early morning sun bathing the room in a warm glow as no one had bothered with closing the drapes.

Heeding Lewis’s advice, I called room service for breakfast, then took another long soak in the tub as I enjoyed my morning coffee.
 

Studying myself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom, I decided that I looked less worn out than I felt. Sure, I was a little pale, but not as much as I’d expected. All of the bite marks were healed already, thanks to whatever it was that vampires had in their saliva, but they were still tender, leaving wonderfully echoing reminders of last night all over my body.
 

I dressed, not bothering with makeup, then made my way back to the elevators after one last, lingering look of nostalgia into the room.

My mind was half lost in daydreaming about last night as I stepped into the elevator, but when it stopped immediately after starting to descend, I frowned at the number on the display. Sure enough, the cabin came to a halt on the floor underneath the one I’d gotten in on, and when the door opened, Rachel—of all possible people—backed into the elevator, a stupid grin on her face as she waved to some guy who was leaning against the wall outside.

“I’ll call you!” he remarked dryly when she blew him a raspberry.

The doors closed and she leaned against the mirrored back wall of the cabin, sagging with exhaustion. In fact, she seemed so out of it that I had to clear my throat noisily for her to notice me, and even then she didn’t jump, but just turned her head to look at me.

If I felt worn out, she looked worse, but that inane grin that remained on her face spoke a very clear language of where it hailed from. Cocking one brow, I did my best to give her a haughty glare.

“Hi, Rachel.”

“Celia,” she acknowledged, trying for a stern look, but utterly failing.

“Who was that?”

She shrugged, a badly executed attempt at nonchalance.

“That? Oh, that was Mike.”

“Mike, uh-huh,” I parroted.

“Yes, Mike, dimwit,” she retorted, then straightened as the elevator came to a gentle halt at the ground floor.

“Want to tell me about him?”

“No, not particularly,” she replied, then pushed past me to exit the cabin, only to come face to face with two veritable hunks, apparently waiting for the ride upstairs. I would have ignored them otherwise, but they both grinned at Rachel rather familiarly, and I’d never seen her blush that hard in her life.

“Bye, guys,” she murmured in passing, clearly trying to keep that from me, but one of them, the blond, tall one, held her back, one hand gently catching her arm.

“Mike has your number?”

“Yup,” she replied in a very clipped tone, but if that was intended to be a rebuke, the way she pretty much eye-fucked the guy made it the worst possible case of mixed signals ever.

“Good. See you next month?”

“Yup,” she repeated, then squirmed out of his grasp, but it was clear that it was a gesture heavily laden with reluctance.

Ignoring me, she stalked toward the exit, leaving me to trail behind her, very bewildered.

“And who was that?” I finally asked when I found my voice again.

“That? Luke. And Dave. He doesn’t really talk much.”

I bet he wasn’t the only one. Rounding on her, I grabbed her arm and forced her to stop and face me when she tried to run off as soon as we were out of the foyer.

“Exactly what did you do after getting that shot of vodka last night?”

Her face might still resemble a tomato, but Rachel drew herself up to her considerable height and glowered down at me, as if I didn’t have all the reasons in the world to ask that. Then she suddenly started laughing, and I couldn’t help but join in, even if I didn’t know exactly why we were doing a hyena impression in the middle of the street.

“What I did, you want to know? Well, Mike, Luke, and Dave.”

Shaking my head at her, I pulled her toward that coffee shop we’d visited just yesterday.

“Come on, Miss Hypocrite, I think now it’s me who needs a drink.”

She joined me quite willingly, tears of laughter still rolling down her cheeks.
 

Want to know more about what Rachel got up to last night? Find out in One for the Pack - coming this October!

Kira Barker has always enjoyed telling stories. It has kept her sane through high school and college, and has become a true passion since. A geek gamer girl herself, she feels at home reading sci-fi and fantasy as much as writing romance. She likes her plots gritty, her smut realistic, and doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty when it comes to research. When she’s not writing, she loves annoying her cats or cruising country roads on her motorcycle.

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