Untamed (Vampire Awakenings, Book 3) (20 page)

There was a challenging gleam in the eyes
that held hers. It was taking everything she had to keep breathing
as anticipation held her motionless. "Yes," she finally managed to
get out.

A victorious smile curved his mouth as his
fingers deftly worked the material into a tight knot around her
wrists. His hands clasped hold of her cheeks; he lifted her face
and kissed her lips. "I am going to enjoy tormenting you."

She had no doubt about that as his hands
returned to the edge of her panties. His eyes remained on hers as
he lifted her ass up to work her underwear down her thighs and
dropped them on the patio. The night air caressing her exposed
flesh did nothing to cool the heat of her skin and the fire
sizzling through her veins. He trailed his fingers across her thigh
and toward the junction between her legs. Just when she thought he
was about to ease some of her misery, he pulled his hand away.

A groan of protest escaped her but his finger
against her lips silenced it. "You're not going to get off that
easy." Emma didn't think she would ever breathe again as his finger
slid away from her mouth.

Reaching behind her, he dipped his fingers
into the glass of water still sitting on the table. His finger slid
away from her lips as he pulled out a piece of ice and moved his
hand back toward her body. Her eyes were riveted upon him, they
dilated as he placed the ice against the side of her neck. He loved
watching the delight that played across her features as he slid the
ice across her collarbone and lower toward her breasts. He kept
hold of her eyes before bending to lick away the trail of water the
ice cube left on her flesh.

A groan escaped her but it faded away when
his mouth took hold of her hardened nipple. Excitement coiled
through her at the exhilarating sensation of the ice sliding over
her body and the heat of his mouth as he followed the steady
descent of the ice. Her skin was alive with the feel of him, the
tension mounting in her body was making it almost impossible for
her to stay still; she'd never experienced anything like what he
was doing to her.

A moan of protest died on her lips when his
mouth left her skin but then he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled
her closer to the edge of the table. His eyes were back on hers;
his hands grasped hold of her inner thighs and pushed them apart.
She found she couldn't breathe as she waited to see what he was
going to do next. The anticipation growing within her only
increased as a mischievous smile curved his mouth before he knelt
before her.

The cold of the ice and the fire of his mouth
against her inner thigh were tortuously exquisite as he moved over
her skin. Emma found herself unable to look away as he moved higher
up her thigh at a languid pace that almost caused her to fall off
the table as she turned into a pool of liquid heat. A bolt of
lightning seemed to go through her as he rubbed the ice over her
clit before placing the cube into his mouth.

Then his mouth was on her center and she
forgot about everything else as his tongue slid in and out of her
in deep pulls that left her boneless and struggling to breathe. Her
hands jerked against the bra, an article of clothing that was far
stronger than she'd ever suspected it could be as it remained
securely wrapped around her wrists. A small gasp escaped her as one
of his fingers slid into her, driving deeper as he stroked the
blaze of passion growing within her to more epic levels with his
hand and his tongue.

Ethan savored in her taste as he pulled her
firmly against his mouth. Even though the ice had numbed his
tongue, he could tell that she tasted like honey as he delved
deeper into her core. He couldn't get enough, he didn't think he
would ever get enough as she moaned and squirmed against him. He
felt the tightening in her muscles and knew that she was nearing
release as her breath came faster. Driving in and out of her with
his fingers, he pulled slightly back to run his tongue over her
clit. A startled cry escaped her and her muscles contracted
fiercely around his fingers as her thighs clenched against him.
Satisfaction slid through him, he tasted her climax as tremors
continued to wrack her body.

He rose to his feet to take in the sight of
her. Her eyes were dazed and smoky in color as they met his, she
looked sated but he was far from done with her. He began to
unbutton his shirt and slid it off. Her eyes followed his
movements; they lingered upon his long, thick cock when he finally
freed it from the confinement of his pants. His body was pulsing
with desire as he stepped closer to her and rubbed the head of his
shaft against her wet center.

All of his muscles tensed as he watched her
lips part and her body arched against his. A smile curved his mouth
as she strained against the bra keeping her wrists together. She
was completely at his mercy and yet there was no fear in her gaze
as she watched him. Taking hold of her waist, he pressed his head
against her center, teasing her with it before driving into
her.

"
Yes
," she
breathed as her head dropped against his chest and her legs wrapped
around him.

He understood exactly how she felt as a sense
of completion stole through his body. The scent of her washed over
him, the pulse of her blood caused his fangs to tingle with the
urge to taste her but even as the thought drifted through his mind,
it vanished. For now it was enough to simply be inside of her, to
feel her against him, and to take solace in the relief that her
body gave to him.

He'd enjoyed being in control up to this
point but now he realized that he'd never really been in control at
all. She'd always had complete control over him, she just didn't
know it, and now all he wanted was to feel her hands on him.
Stretching behind her, he released the knot in the bra and pulled
it free. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her mouth
against his throat.

The salt of the sweat that slicked his skin
was actually pleasant tasting as she kissed his neck. The storm
she'd thought his mouth and fingers had so expertly put out before
was rapidly growing within her once again. He was like a hurricane,
powerful and all-consuming as he swept her up. She clung to his
body and rhythmically rode out the storm that his possession of her
created.

Joy and love swelled through her and she
almost cried from the force of the emotions swamping her. Love, she
was in love with this powerful man that had taken possession of her
heart and body. She lost herself to the demanding rhythm of his
movements as he propelled her to higher and higher levels of
pleasure. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his back as another
splintering orgasm tore through her. She almost screamed out loud
but his mouth was on hers again as he thrust into her one more time
and released his own growl of pure satisfaction.

Ethan rolled away from the window and
stretched out his hand for Emma but even as he was reaching for her
he knew that she wasn't there. He shot up in the bed and tossed the
blanket aside. Following her scent, he made his way into the living
room and then beyond to the patio where he had made love to her
last night. He spotted her lithe body slicing through the pool
seconds before her head popped above the surface. A smile curved
her mouth when she spotted him standing next to the water.

"Good morning," she greeted as she rested her
arms on the edge of the pool and tilted her head to look up at him.
"You just like walking around naked don't you?"

"You're one to talk," he said as he knelt
before her. He brushed the wet hair back from her forehead and
admired her ass and legs as she treaded water.

She turned her cheek into his hand and kissed
his palm. "I was going to make breakfast but you don't have any
food here."

He knew there was no food in the fridge, but
he was glad he'd made sure to take the blood out of it and store it
in the garage before she'd come over last night. "We're not much
for shopping."

"So I discovered."

"Are you hungry?"

She shrugged and ran a hand over his thigh.
The muscles bunched beneath her palm, causing her to forget all
about the rumbling in her stomach as her hunger turned more carnal.
"Yes," she murmured.

He grinned at her as he slid into the pool.
Emma swam backward but he caught her quickly and pulled her back by
her foot. She let out a little squeal as his hands moved steadily
up her leg until he grabbed hold of her waist. Her mouth was wet
and tasted of chlorine as he kissed her but he couldn't get enough
of her.

Emma arched her hips against his, but he
grabbed hold of her waist and spun her around. A gasp escaped her,
her hands curled around the concrete side of the pool. One of his
arms wrapped around her stomach as the other slid up to fondle her
breasts. The water, and his hand sliding over her skin, was a
delicious sensation that made her skin tingle all over. She cried
out as his mouth seared over her neck and his cock slid into her.
The pangs in her stomach were completely forgotten as his body
enfolded hers and she lost herself to him.

It was sometime later before she drifted back
to earth and the pool water around her. Ethan's arms were still
wrapped around her; his breath was warm against her neck as he held
her close. "You may be the death of me," she murmured.

His chuckle made her smile as she leaned
against him. "I could say the same to you." Her toes curled as she
turned to kiss his cheek. "We should get you some food."

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked.

"Not right now." He said as he reluctantly
withdrew from her warmth. As soon he was out of her body all he
wanted was to be back inside of her again. A feeling of possession
crashed into him so strongly that he was unable to move for a
minute and he had to fight to keep his fangs retracted. She was
his
and the driving urge to mark
her as such caused his vision to blur and his body to shudder.

"Ethan?"

"Hmm." It was the only sound he was able to
get out as he nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent. He was
playing chicken with the devil right now he realized, but he still
couldn't bring himself to pull his mouth away from her neck.

"I've never felt like this about anyone
before." She couldn't look at him as she said the words; she
couldn't even believe she had uttered them. She felt exposed,
vulnerable, and raw as she ducked her head away from him. "I didn't
mean..."

"Neither have I." Those words finally brought
back all of his control, finally brought him back to what he wanted
to be when he was around her, a good man. A man that didn't think
about blood, death, and destruction, but about her and just how
happy she made him. His fangs were completely retracted when he
kissed her neck this time. "Neither have I."

Tears of joy and relief burned her eyes as
his hands stroked over her stomach. "Come on let's get you out of
this water, you're starting to resemble a raisin," he teased.

He kept his arm around her as he swam over to
the stairs and walked out of the water with her by his side. He
retrieved towels from the cabana and gave her one. The massive
towel she wrapped around herself nearly encompassed all of her
small frame. "I'm leaving in two weeks," she said.

His hands froze on the towel; the strangest
sensation shot through him and it took everything he had to
suppress the snarl that almost tore from him. He inhaled a shuddery
breath as he strained to retain his composure. It wasn't something
he wanted to think about but it was something that was going to
have to be addressed, and soon. She didn't know it yet but he
didn't ever plan to let her go.

"I don't want this to end Emma."

Her smile lit up her entire face as she
looked up at him from under spiky, wet lashes. "Neither do I."

He used the towel to pull her close and
kissed the tip of her nose. "Then we will figure it out."

Emma grabbed her dress and underwear from
where they had fallen last night and followed him inside. She took
a shower and emerged from the bathroom to find him sitting on the
bed, also freshly showered. It felt weird to slip the dress back on
but she didn't have any other choice as he rose from the bed and
handed her a bag that she tossed her underwear into.

"A toothbrush would be beautiful," she
muttered.

He laughed and looped his arm through hers as
they left the house and made their way back to where she was
staying. "My brothers are arriving in two days so my place is going
to get a little crowded. Hopefully Jill and Mandy won't mind my
company."

"Jill might be chasing after your
brothers."

"I don't think Ian or Aiden would
complain."

Emma unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The home was unusually silent but the aroma of maple syrup and
bacon was wafting from the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled loudly in
response to the delicious scents. "They must have gone to the beach
already," she said as she dropped her shoes by the door and hurried
to her room.

She changed and joined Ethan in the kitchen
where he pushed a note toward her. She recognized Jill's girly
handwriting on the piece of paper; the note confirmed what she had
already assumed. Opening the cabinets, she grabbed a box of cereal
and two bowls. "I'm not hungry," Ethan told her.

She glanced questioningly at him over her
shoulder but put one of the bowls back. Pouring herself a bowl of
cereal she added some milk and walked over to sit next to him at
the breakfast bar. The rumbling in her stomach began to ease as she
eagerly filled it with food. A loud bang outside froze her with her
spoon halfway to her mouth. Ethan's head turned, his jaw clenched
and for a second she thought he actually sniffed the air. Then he
was rising to his feet and moving so rapidly toward the door that
it would have been a normal person's jog, but he was still only
walking.