Tricked: A Dark Protectors Novella (12 page)

She needed more. He’d chosen her, and she’d already done the same thing. Yet this edge to him kept her off balance, and she couldn’t think.

Her whimper rolled up her chest and into his mouth.

He released her lips so she could pant frantically for breath. “You’re gonna make that noise a lot today. Take off your clothes.”

She tried to breathe, tried to fill her lungs. They compressed, pounding in time to the tingles along her skin, zapping her clit. No way could she give in so easily. “Make me.”

This time, he gave her no warning. He flipped her around, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Gladly.” He growled low, holding her in place and plunging his hand into her panties.

Her legs turned to rubber, barely holding her up.

He chuckled against her hair, his heated breath providing even more warning. With ruthless efficiency, he zeroed in on her clit. Sparks flew through her, making her ache.

Fire burned through the tiny nub as he rubbed and circled.

“Oh, God.” She shut her eyes, leaning into him, trusting him to take her weight. His touch became her reality, and she gyrated against his talented fingers.

Smoother than possible, he flipped her around and took her mouth again, his tongue demanding entry, stroking in and out in perfect sync with his fingers on her clit.

She tried to rub against him, to open her legs wider, to get enough friction to fall over. More. She had to have more and now. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Lights flashed behind her eyes.

He pulled his hand away. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re gonna beg before you come this time.” Setting her away from him, he crossed his arms, leaning against the door. His eyes glittered, and a flush wound over his cheekbones. Dominance stamped hard on his face, rolling off him in a tension she could feel against her skin. “I told you to take off your clothes.”

Chapter 11

Jared could smell her. The arousal, the desire, the fire-spitting woman.

His.

Oh, he’d been gentle with her, but that was over. He could lie to himself that he wanted to tame her, to make her submit, in order to gain her obedience in battle just to keep her safe from danger.

That’d be a fucking lie.

He wanted her submission, period. And he’d get it.

She knew it as well as he did—he could see it in her eyes. But he was gonna have to work for it.

Gladly
.

She was smart and strong, and he liked that. He craved that. But right now, she was going to beg. “Now, Veronica,” he murmured, easily standing between her and any freedom.

By the desire lighting her bourbon-colored eyes on fire, she didn’t want freedom.

Good fucking thing.

Then challenge and defiance mingled with the desire. Keeping his gaze, she yanked her sweater off to leave her nearly see-through blouse. Then she slowly, very slowly, unbuttoned each delicate button. Her lip curled.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, heat roaring through his chest. “Don’t push.”

Her chin lowered, and she dropped her shirt to the floor. Her bra followed. Then her hands went to the clasp of her jeans.

He stopped breathing. The blood pounded through his ears.

She turned her back to him.

His head snapped against the door.

Slightly leaning over, she shimmied out of the jeans and panties, her spectacular ass swaying with each movement.

His cock pounded in his jeans, threatening to end things right then and there. Oh, then the wild woman would know she owned him. Not a chance in hell. His body undulated, his muscles vibrating, needing to tackle her onto the bed.

He used every bit of control he’d ever honed and forced his body to relax against the door. “Turn around.” His breath was so heated, it hurt to speak.

She did so, her long hair brushing out. Her chin lifted. “What now?” she asked, her voice a throaty echo.

Christ, she was beautiful. Still a little too thin, but he could see her curves already coming back. Her angled features were all fiery Colombian, where her people came from. Smooth skin, full breasts, long legs. Fire and spirit, that was his woman. Icy-hot lust cut through him, landing hard in his balls. But this was a battle he fully intended to win. “Undress me,” he said.

Her eyes gleamed. She might as well have screamed
challenge accepted
. Humming softly, she sauntered toward him, more dangerous than most of his enemies on earth. She licked her lips.

He bit down a groan.

The pads of her fingers brushed his abdomen as she pulled his leather jacket free, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach the collar. Then, just to attempt to kill him, she dropped to her knees.

Holy fuck.

He swallowed, tension spreading his legs wide.

She leaned in and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, and she gave a throaty laugh. Her long hair caressed his dick as she painstakingly shoved his jeans to the ground.

He couldn’t help it. His hand shaking, he speared his fingers through her hair and tugged her to her feet, kicking off his boots and jeans at the same time.

She jerked against his hold, her smile feminine and triumphant.

God, she was something. Amazing.

He planted a hand across her upper chest, spreading his fingers out. “What were you thinking, leaving the safety of this house earlier?”

Her pretty nipples, light brown and erect, all but begged for his mouth. She didn’t answer.

That wouldn’t do. He slid his hand down to palm a breast. She sucked in air, the muscles in her abdomen clenching hard enough he could see them work. Her swallow moved her entire throat. “I didn’t think it all through,” she admitted.

He indulged himself, leaning down to swirl his tongue around her other nipple. “Good girl.” Honesty was good for them both. He lightly bit down.

The sound she gave shot right to his cock.

Then he dropped to his knees, kissing her torso on the way down. “Don’t do it again.” Grabbing both globes of her ass, he dug in his fingers and placed a gentle kiss against her mound.

Her legs trembled against his chest. Her scent drove him crazy. Drawing her in, he slowly licked her slit. If heaven had a taste, it was her. When he reached her clit, her knees buckled.

He picked her up, his hands still on her ass, and set her on the bed, still on his knees.

“You’re so strong,” she moaned.

Yeah. Vampire. He spread her legs wide and ran his palms along her inner thighs. They vibrated against his skin, so much need in the movement he could feel it in his own body. “Beautiful. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Veronica.”

“Wh-why do you always call me that?” she whispered, lust in the tone.

“It’s your name. I like it. Feminine, spunky, and charming.” He leaned in and licked her again, humming as pleasure exploded inside him from the sweet contact. “Ronni is a cute tomboy playing baseball. Veronica is all woman—my woman.” He nipped her clit.

She came off the bed, her cry strangled.

He could only torture them both for so long. “You need to know. I’m biting you today. The way I want to. You’ll wear my marks for eternity, and they won’t be faint. No confusion. You’ll know every time you fucking see them who you belong to.” Before she could answer, he slid his fangs into her thigh.

She cried out, arching.

Her blood filled his mouth, sweet and spicy. The primal being at his core rumbled wide awake, seeking and hunting. Yeah. He licked the wound closed, healing it until two puncture marks remained. “That’s the first one.”

She mumbled something, her body primed and ready.

So he went at her with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. Touching her everywhere, keeping her on the edge, working every erogenous zone she had. Her taste tempted him, her scent surrounded him. But her cries, her sighs…they fulfilled him.

He lost himself in the texture and pleasure she offered. He took. He gave. Several times she tried to clamp her thighs together, to seek some sort of control or relief, and he kept her wide open.

For him.

Finally, a rush of energy zipped through her. He could feel it. There was no way to stop the orgasm about to take her, so he made it as good as he could. He plunged two fingers inside her, plucked one nipple, and sucked her entire clit into his heated mouth.

She screamed.

He grinned against her heated flesh, having no doubt her cry echoed throughout the entire house. Nothing in him cared even the slightest. They all knew she belonged to him. One cry merely confirmed that.

She whimpered, sweat coating her torso, and softened onto the bed.

He placed one last kiss against her core.

She twitched.

He stood and looked down at her. Slumbering eyes, relaxed jaw, satisfied expression. Good.

“That almost killed me.” The sweetest smile he’d ever seen curved her full lips. “But I didn’t beg,” she hitched out.

He met her smile, his body on fire, his heart nearly exploding for her. It had happened quickly, but there was no doubt in his body, in his soul, that he fucking loved her. Would forever. “We’re just getting started.” Sliding a hand beneath her ass, he flipped her over and yanked her onto all fours. “Hold on, baby.”

* * * *

Ronni’s hair brushed forward, and she dug her nails into the bedspread to keep from flattening out again. Snow piled against the window, while a heated vampire stood behind her. Her body hummed, satisfied with electrical jolts still zipping through. Her eyelids were heavy, and she needed a nap.

But after the spectacular, more than amazing orgasm he’d just given her, the least she could do was hold still for a moment while he took his.

She sighed and let her body relax.

His fingers curled into her buttocks, catching her attention ever so slightly. There was no way she could go again. Maybe ever. So she wiggled her butt to entice him. “No need to wait.” She was more than wet enough to take him, even with his size.

He slid a hand between her thighs.

Her body jerked as if she’d been shocked. Her well-loved sex clenched, and nearly painful sparks flew from her core. “I, ah, can’t.” She tried to rock forward and away from his hand.

His other hand flattened across her ass and held her in place. He leaned over her, his lips brushing her bare shoulder, one finger slowly entering her swollen tissues. “You can. You will. Every damn time.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“If I’m there, you’re there.” His fang nipped the shell of her ear.

Warmth unfolded inside her like a heater had just been turned on. “Jared, be realistic.”

“I wasn’t asking.” His fingers pulled on her labia.

Her body trembled. Surprise turned to shock and flashed right to desire. How did he do that? “I, ah—”

He reached around and gently tugged on her breast. “You what, baby?” His rough voice had as much affect, as did his calloused fingers.

She shut her eyes, trying to get a handle on her rioting body. Every nerve flayed open, just like he wanted. Oh, she was tough and mentally strong, but every cell in her knew the vampire was stronger. Why that turned her on even more, she’d never understand. “Please—”

“Shhh. It’s too early to beg.” He licked along her earlobe as his hand released her breast to skim up and grasp the front of her neck.

“What is it with you and my neck?” she gasped.

With two fingers beneath her jaw, he applied pressure.

Her head lifted, her shoulders straightened, and her spine elongated, arching her back. Her ass was up, displayed for him. Oh. Two fingers, and he did control her. Waves rolled through her, heavy with need.

He slapped her inner thighs. “Wider.”

Oh, God. So much for him being too gentle. When she didn’t comply fast enough, he flicked his wrist and tapped a finger against her clit. Hard.

Her cry was strangled, and her womb convulsed.

She wanted to drop her head down but his hold was absolute. Two fucking fingers.

He tapped her again, this time with a harder edge.

She hissed as need overwhelmed her. Going purely on instinct, she widened her thighs.

Not giving an inch, he slowly began to penetrate her, his cock harder than rock, stretching her to accommodate him. She bit her lip against the excruciating pleasure. She was completely open to him, to anything he chose to do to her. The helplessness, the shocking sense of being taken over, stole any thought she had to fight him.

It was all too wonderful. Oh, she should seek caution, but at the moment, her body ruled.

He overtook the atmosphere with determination and strength, controlling them both as he slid inside her, inch by deliberate inch. How was he even real? Tension cascaded off him along with heat, hinting at what it cost him. Yet he didn’t waver.

She tightened her internal muscles, rippling around him.

He growled low but didn’t pause or speed up.

Whoa. He was incredible. Not even remotely human, and it showed. And he was hers.

He lifted her head even more just as the last inch shoved inside, his balls to her ass.

She whimpered again, trying to get him moving.

“Now comes the begging,” he murmured against her ear, the sound dark.

Fine. Whatever. She didn’t care. “Please.” Just move, damn it. “I’ll do anything, Jared. Just move. Please.”

“Excellent.” He stiffened around her. “This is going to hurt more than your thigh and more than last time, Veronica.” Not giving her a chance to question, he struck into the soft tissue where her neck met her shoulder, the same spot as before, his fangs slashing deep and imbedding in bone.

Pain ripped through her torso. She jolted and screamed, tears filling her eyes.

He grabbed her hip and withdrew, slamming home hard.

Sparks flashed behind her eyes. Her body convulsed. Need rippled through her to pierce beneath her skin. It was too much. His fangs didn’t retract. A tear slid down her face. It was a claiming, brutal and primitive.

He slid out and pounded back in, setting up a hard rhythm that rocked the bed against the wall with loud bangs. But he held her in place with two fingers and twin fangs.