VampireMine (17 page)

“Does that feel good?” he asked, running his thumbs over her
nipples.

Did it ever. She closed her eyes, humming, “Mm-hmm.” She
never wanted him to stop touching her.

“Let’s see how you like this.”

A bottle snapped open, the sound cracking through the room.
She waited, keeping her eyes shut. She heard him close the container and felt
him return. He brushed against her, his enormous frame straining above hers.
The water spray changed, hitting her in the lower back. His hands went to the
top of her head. He massaged floral-scented shampoo into her scalp, rubbing his
fingers against her skin.

And she’d thought him washing her body felt good?
Damn
.

“Go soft for me.” He worked his way down the long strands,
washing her hair. “Relax.”

If she relaxed any more, she’d go to sleep.

Wouldn’t that be a total waste? Stay awake. Just enjoy.

She let him do his thing, living in the moment. All of her
worries vanished. There was only Trey. His soft touch. The warmth of his voice.
The way he made her feel. If tomorrow never came she could die happy. She’d
been given a taste of what she wanted, which turned out to be something far
more than she’d ever expected.

“Time to rinse.”

He stretched over her again and adjusted the stream of
water. It hit her on the top of her head and she craned her neck, letting the
lather wash from the locks and down her back. Trey swept his hands over her
head, making sure all the soap was gone. She trembled when he turned her but
she’d known what was coming. He’d gotten her relaxed for a reason. He didn’t
give a shit about reciprocation because in the end he was going to take what he
wanted.

She placed her hands above the faucets, resting her palms
against the tile. Trey manipulated the showerhead so the water rushed to the
side, the heat from the spray keeping them warm. He reached down and squeezed
her ass, using subtle pressure to part her cheeks.

“You look so fucking hot, Sadie.” The admission was full of
possessiveness and lust. “I’ve dreamed of taking you like this.”

Funny. So had she. “Make the dream a reality.”

His snarl wasn’t nice—it was a promise to deliver what she’d
asked for and more. He left her and she heard another bottle open with a snick.
She didn’t tense up, waiting for what would happen next. One of these days she
was going to taste him. For now, if he wanted this so badly, she’d give it to
him.

And she’d love every moment of it because it was real.

She’d stopped dreaming a long time ago.

Knowing how good reality could be, she never wanted to go
back.

Trey forced himself to slow down, ordering the wolf back
into its cage. His female had offered him the one thing shifters desired most,
the ultimate act of submission. But he knew to approach things with care, to
make the encounter enjoyable for her. She’d known what he was alluding to
earlier. He’d seen it in her eyes when he’d tried to warn her. She’d made sure
to retrieve things to make it easier for them too. Next to the soap and shampoo
rested a bottle of baby oil. It would take care of things, pave the way.

He thought about how tight she’d be and his cock jerked.

Sadie hadn’t shared her age but Trey knew she’d ventured
around the earth and wasn’t new to life’s adventures. She might even be older
than his five hundred and twelve years. A part of him hoped not, wishing her to
be younger. Sexuality stirred in every creature, including vampires and
werewolves, when the right time came. He didn’t like thinking she’d taken many
lovers in her life.

Who are you to judge? You’re not exactly a saint.

Fuck it all.

The only man she’d take into her bed from this moment
forward was him.

She’d never need the affection of another.

Since they were in the shower, he placed the bottle over her
lower back and let it drip onto her skin. The silky fluid streaked over her
pale flesh, traveling down the curve of her buttocks. He slid his fingers
through the slippery puddle, getting them good and slick. Then he reached down,
placing his fingers between the globes of her ass. He searched for the tiny
rosette hidden between them and stroked the pucker with the tips of his
fingers. His wolf snarled in his head, wanting to fuck her as badly as he did.

“Easy, baby,” he said, working his way into her carefully.

He kept his hand level, making sure he didn’t go too fast.
She made things easier by bearing down. His fingers slid into her ass, gliding
past the second knuckle. He pulled back and poured more oil over her. Only when
she was soaking wet did he return, working the lubricant into her ass.

“More,” she demanded, rocking back.

Fuck.
His balls drew up and a spike shot down his
cock.

If she didn’t stop he wouldn’t even make it inside her. He’d
shoot his load before they’d even passed second base. Scissoring his fingers,
he stretched the delicate area. She was tight but ready, her channel nice and
wet by the oil. There wouldn’t be any force when he entered her. She’d part
like a whisper, giving him the room he needed.

He removed his fingers and stroked his dick, covering the
entire length with the lube. When his cock was equally slick he fisted the base
and placed the thick, mushroomed head against her entrance. He closed his eyes,
fighting the wolf for control, drawing a steadying breath. The animal clawed the
inside of his skin, begging to get out. He told the asshole creature to shut
the hell up. Most men weren’t this lucky. Some were mated to human women who
refused to consider such a thing. While mating a female shifter—who usually had
the same deviant desires—made things easier for males to experience anal sex,
it was never a guarantee.

Taking a woman in the ass was the ultimate thrill.

He was the luckiest man in the world.

“Do you want me?” He pressed against the tiny hole, making
sure he didn’t penetrate her. For this he wanted her consent. Knowing she was
right there with him. It wasn’t worth it to him to have the moment if it didn’t
mean anything to his female. They had to experience this together.

“You know I do.” She gazed at him over her shoulder. “I want
you in any way I can have you.”

Christ.
His heart slammed in his chest.
She means
it.

He’d told her that he knew she loved him. In his own way he
did.

But now he saw it clearly through her eyes.

She truly would take him in any way she had to. That was how
devoted she was. No wonder his betrayal had cut her so deeply. She’d pretty
much offered him her heart and watched as he tossed it to the ground and
stomped on it like an asshole.

He returned her stare, wanting to see her eyes when he
breached her. He was wide enough that it took more pressure than he’d have
liked to get inside. He hissed when the head slipped past the ring of muscle
and lodged in her ass, the constrictive walls hugging the tip.

Sadie lowered her chin, gazing at him with desire and adoration.
He almost lost it.

Count to ten. Think of unicorns. Do NOT fucking come.

“What’s wrong?” she purred, probably because she’d heard the
thought.

The wolf—already eager and aggressive—broke free. “Not a
damn thing.”

Grasping her hips, he planted his feet. One hard thrust and
he slammed his cock in her ass, burying himself from tip to hilt. She accepted
him but the teasing playfulness on her face vanished. She gasped. Her eyes
widened and her lips parted. Good. If she kept trying to provoke him he wouldn’t
be so cautious. He’d act like a fucking idiot, ramming into her like a sloppy
teenager. There wouldn’t be any care, only mindless horniness that wouldn’t do
her any favors.

Thinking on that, he reached around and thrummed her clit.

Her breath caught and her ass flexed around his dick. She
was so damn snug he was afraid to move. She felt so good around him, like a
warm, fisting glove teasing his prick. Fuck. He’d be lucky if he made it five
minutes. Plucking her clit, he backed away. Her flesh parted, making way,
enfolding him even as he withdrew. When only the head remained within her, he
plunged back inside. His balls slapped her pussy, sending Sadie onto her toes.

“Hold on,” he warned, ready to unleash his beast.

She didn’t turn away, keeping her eyes on him as he moved.
Her still-wet hair clung to her back and shoulders, a few pieces sticking to
the side of her face. With each thrust he rubbed her clit, applying just enough
pressure. He could scent her arousal and knew she was close. He wanted to feel
her ass clamping down on him and know she was swept into a climax as he
succumbed to the pleasure only she could give him.

There’ll never be another.

No other woman will ever compare.

He watched her mouth, studying her fangs. Either she’d
gotten enough from him or she was gaining more control. She seemed to be
attuned to the sex more than her need for blood. Or maybe it was because each
time they’d been intimate they’d been rushed. He wanted to find out everything
about her. After he faced the pack, he intended to spend eternity figuring out
the mystery that was Sadie Dumus.

“There it is.” He gritted his teeth and tried not to think
about how good she felt. “There you go.”

She whimpered, rocking back against him. He rotated the tips
of his fingers over her clit, moving faster and faster. Her blue eyes
brightened, turning nearly white. He pumped harder into her, aware she was
right on the brink. Just a little bit more and she’d fly. He wound her up,
drawing her tighter.

Right there, baby. Let go.

With a strangled cry she came, her ass squeezing him tight.
He let himself go, releasing a roar of relief and triumph. His seed jetted into
her ass, his balls emptying wave after wave of semen. He hammered into her,
unable to stop. His attention swept to her mark, the wolf like a snake beneath
his flesh. It slithered inside him, howling its own shout of possession. The
animal would kill anyone who threatened its bond with its mate, regardless of
the penalty.

“Trey,” Sadie moaned, going soft.

He stopped the motions against her clit, slowed down and
wrapped his arm around her. She rested her weight against him, bowing her head
as she took deep breaths. He kept moving, not wanting the connection to sever.
He’d finally found his place. After all his trials and tribulations he’d found
home. His cock softened and he reluctantly pulled away. The head popped free,
leaving her open and vulnerable.

“You okay?” he asked, fighting for breath of his own.

She nodded and lifted her torso so she wasn’t bent at the
waist. He reached above them to return the streams of water to their bodies.
Her sigh was one of relief and satisfaction. A smile spread across his face,
happiness radiating over him like the rays of the sun.

This was as good as life could get. Here, with her.

“Just rest.” He ran his hand down the length of her back,
fingers drifting over the delicate arch of her spine. He rested his thumbs in
the dimples in her lower back and made a mental note to touch them next time he
fucked her like this. “I’m going to clean you up.”

Another surprise—she didn’t protest or try to deny him. In
fact when he retrieved the washcloth she parted her thighs. He cleaned away his
semen, lovingly caressing her thigh and lower back as he did. Knowing her ass
was sensitive, he made sure to be tender, washing the area carefully. He made
sure she was cared for before he cleaned himself, swiping at his cock.

Tossing the cloth aside, he returned to her.

She pivoted from the wall and faced him, a curious and shy
expression on her face. He wasn’t sure what put it there but he liked it. He
wanted her to feel comfortable around him, even when she was exposed and
uncertain. She needed to know she didn’t always have to be ferocious or deadly.
Not with him. When they were alone she was always free and safe to let her
guard down.

An instinct he was born with told him to hold her. She
needed it as much as he did.

He opened his arms and she stepped into them. They swayed in
the shower, cocooned by the hot steam. He didn’t want to pull the curtain aside
and face the world but they couldn’t hide forever. Emotions tugged at his
heart, telling him he needed to share how he felt.

This had to be what people had told him about.

This has to be how Emory and Diskant felt about their mates.

He’d never been in love before but he couldn’t imagine
anything that was more intense.

“You don’t have to say it,” she whispered, her lips drifting
over his neck, repeating his earlier words. “I already know.”

He held his breath when her tongue danced over his skin,
anticipating her bite. His cock remained soft but he knew he’d come the instant
she bit him. He felt drained from what she’d taken earlier but he didn’t have
it in him to tell her no. With a soft kiss to his pulse, she drew away. His
confusion must have shown because she immediately rested a hand on his chest,
her palm directly over his heart.

“Next time.” Tilting her head to peer up at him, she said,
“You need to be strong for what’s coming.”

Just like that, everything came rushing back.

His growl came naturally. “I know I said you’d have to fight
for me but I’m not sure that’s best. We have a little time left. We can think
of something else.”

“Trey.” This close, he could see how full and dark her
lashes were. “I’d tell you if I didn’t think I could handle myself. I’m not
worried for me. I’m worried for you.”

“Don’t be.” The last thing she needed to worry about was
him. “Worst case scenario? They’ll make me leave. Everything considered it
might not be a bad thing. We wouldn’t be tied down. We could go wherever we
want.”

“And you’d be miserable.” Her fingers whispered over his
chest. “I know you need them. They’re all you’ve ever known. And that’s understandable.
It’s who you are. It’s what’s in your blood. I’ll do my best to prove myself.
If Diskant thinks we can do it—if you believe you can do it—then we will.”