VampireMine (9 page)

“Provide for her?”

Sadie’s breasts teased his chest as she rotated around. She
lifted onto her tiptoes, her mouth caressing the ridge of his ear. “Feed her.”

His dick, already partially erect from the feel of her plush
ass, hardened substantially. “Does that mean…”

“I’ll need to recover.” Fuck a duck, she didn’t move, her
lithe form flush against his. “Giving blood means taking blood.”

It felt like all of the blood in his body went directly to
his cock.

He’d give her all she needed to recover.

“You’re already mine,” he warned in a low growl, “but once
I’ve put my mark on you it’s a done deal. You won’t be able to run, darlin’.”

“Even if it means coming clean with your pack? I won’t be
swept away to a private place for you to fuck, Trey.” The misery he’d caused
had never been more apparent, her despair visible in her gaze. “I won’t let you
hurt me again.”

“Diskant,” he called out, keeping his eyes locked with the
heartbroken female. He had a lot of damage to undo and a helluva lot of healing
to start. “I’m taking my mate to our room. We’ve got unfinished business.”

The Omega didn’t fuss—not that Trey expected him to. Diskant
knew the score, being mated himself. Shifters understood how it went. Once you
found the one intended for you, nothing else mattered. The fighting, Aldon and
all the rest could keep. Priorities went in a particular order. In this case,
it was time he made his status in Sadie’s life known.

She didn’t trust him.

He didn’t blame her.

But goddamn it, he was about to show her he wasn’t the man
she believed him to be.

Once he’d crossed this barrier, no one in the pack could
argue the mating. They could resent it, demand he step down or try to make him
leave the city. But they couldn’t prevent what had already transpired. With or
without their backing, he had to do what was best for him for a change. If he
didn’t he’d become the jaded, bitter and unfeeling asshole who existed but had
stopped living, unaware of the beauty and grandeur around him.

“W-wait.” She looked back as he dragged her from the room.
“I haven’t had time to talk to Leigh. She’s scared. I need to explain…”

“It’ll keep. Trust me. She’s fine here. She’s with Nathan.
He won’t let anyone hurt her.” He waited until they vanished around the corner
before he spun around and pinned her to the nearest wall. “I’ve waited too long
for you.”

“The shields, we need them—”

Thrusting his hips against her, he growled, “You need blood
and I’m going to give it to you. But first I’m going to devour you, baby. I’m
going to strike the match that makes you burn.”

She lifted her mouth to his but he ripped his head away. His
nose piloted him, directing him to where Mary had wandered through the
gargantuan house. The female wasn’t far away, just a few doors down. When he
arrived at his destination he found Mary tossing additional pillows onto a bed.
Emory’s female stilled when she saw them in the entranceway, her
chocolate-brown eyes becoming wide as saucers.

“I guess this’ll be your room,” Mary murmured and rushed
toward them, her cheeks turning red. “I’ll go see if anyone needs anything.”

Trey moved aside to let Mary pass. The skittish woman didn’t
miss a step, fleeing from the area. With an arm around Sadie’s middle, he
carried his mate over the threshold and closed the door.

Finally,
his wolf thrilled in his head,
the wait
is over.

It’s time.

Sadie’d envisioned this moment—in so many different ways—but
she’d never thought it would happen. Yet here she stood, caged in Trey’s
embrace. He dipped his head, dark strands of hair loose around his face. The
desire in his eyes made her insides wilt. He looked like he wanted to eat her
up and, given her sexual frustration, she was more than willing to let him.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Although she hadn’t forgotten
how much he’d hurt her, she wanted this. “We have to hurry.”

“That pisses me off, you know.” He dipped his head and
nuzzled her neck. “I don’t want to rush. I want to explore every inch of your
body. I’m going to find out what turns you on and gets you hot.”

An electric pulse zinged down her spine. She wanted the same
thing—to lick every crevice of his body, to see how he reacted when her tongue
darted over his smooth skin. His temperature was much warmer than hers, his
body like a miniature furnace. When she nibbled at his flesh her lips would be
cool and soft. On the other hand, when his hard, wet tongue slid over her clit
it would burn her up in all the right ways.

Back they went, step by step.

He removed her holster and tossed her sword to the ground.
Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and they went down together. His weight
bore her down, his larger size ramping up her desire. As a vampire, she rarely
felt vulnerable. That had been fine in the past, when she’d taken control and
got what she needed from casual encounters. In hindsight the sex had been
lackluster. She’d always wanted to let someone else take charge and see to her
pleasure. With Trey she wouldn’t have to indicate what she wanted. Shifters
were just as sexual as vampires. Only the males lived to dominate. They didn’t
give an inch.

He’d take control. And she’d love every minute of it.

“Fuck,” he rasped, drifting down her body. “I want to see
you.”

Undressing was never sexy. Taking off boots and clothing was
usually awkward and time-consuming. Thankfully they were both so keyed-up that
removing her garments didn’t prove a problem. He started at her feet, stripping
off her boots and socks. She did her best to assist, squirming as she wriggled
free of her leather pants. Her panties got caught in the mix, tugged away when
Trey yanked her pants down her thighs and over her ankles. He cast the clothing
aside and she lifted her torso from the bed, pulling her shirt over her head.
Only her bra remained, shielding her breasts from view.

“Off,” he growled, watching her, his irises a prismatic
shade of gold.

He looks so sexy like this. A big, bad wolf.

She teased him, bowing her back as she reached behind her to
unlatch the clasps. When the bra was loose she brought her hands around,
holding the material in place. His gaze followed her movements, his tongue
darting out to wet his lower lip. She cupped her breasts, rubbing the soft,
lacy material over her skin. Her nipples tingled, the hard points aching with
each brush of the cloth. Warmth flooded her pussy, her clit was practically
pounding. She wanted to feel his lips on her nipples, to see how good he was
with his mouth and tongue.

Trey met her eyes. “If you want to keep that bra, I suggest
you ditch it.”

Lifting her arms, she maneuvered the straps over her hands
and tossed the flimsy material over her head. Trey growled. The ominous sound
filled the room—dangerous, low and harsh. A thrill shot through her, a wave of
fire cascading under her skin. This was what she’d waited for. Not some dream
but the real deal. She tried to lower her arms but Trey stopped her, capturing
her wrists in one of his large hands. His dark head lifted slowly as his gaze
traveled the length of her torso.

When their eyes met again, his stare froze her in place.

Dear Goddess.

She’d wanted to be mastered and to relinquish control but
she hadn’t understood just how assertive Trey would be as a lover. A simple
look—his eyes boring into hers—and she finally appreciated who and what he was.
Not just a man, but an animal as well. He was about to take everything she had
to give and then some. He wouldn’t accept anything less than her best.

“Stay,” he instructed, his golden irises vibrant. His face
descended, coming closer. His breath caressed her mouth, warm against her skin.
“Just,” he whispered, breezing his lips over hers. “Like.” He teased her lower
lip with a flick of his tongue. “That.”

Who the hell was she to argue?

She did as he asked, remaining in place. His lips curved,
forming into a small, sly grin. Slowly he released her wrists, his fingers
drifting over skin. If he’d wanted, he could have pinned her down and forced
her compliance. As susceptible as she was in his presence, he could do just
about anything he wanted. Vampires were faster but a werewolf made up for their
lack of speed with strength. So it surprised her he kept his enthusiasm in
check, careful as he touched her. If he was this hot when he was holding back,
she couldn’t wait to see what he’d be like when he let loose.

He lifted his big body from hers, studying her breasts.
“You’re perfect, baby.” Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to her stomach.
She quivered, her muscles going taut. “You smell so good, darlin’. I bet you’re
wet as hell. Good thing I’m finally going to get my taste.”

He moved lightning-fast, sliding his hips down her body.
With a quick maneuvering of his hands he placed her legs over his shoulders.
She struggled to breathe, keeping her hands over her head, lifting up so she
could see his face. He lowered himself to the ground, kneeling between her
outstretched thighs. The heat of his breath brushed her exposed folds, making
the skin seem hypersensitive. She’d decided to have her pubic hair removed via
a nifty spell decades ago, after she’d discovered oral sex felt so much better
when performed against bare skin. Now, waiting for Trey’s attention, she knew
it had been one of the smartest decisions she’d ever made in her life.

She nearly screamed in frustration as he rested the side of
his face against her thigh. The stubble on his jaw felt like tiny bristles
skimming over her flesh, prickly yet soft. He was so close. One shift of her
hips—a tiny bit of movement—and his mouth would be where she wanted it.

“Trey.” She exhaled his name, trembling as she waited for
him to take things further.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for,” he said softly, meeting her
gaze. There was so much intensity etched in his features—so much longing. “I’m
going to start here, Sadie. I’m going to give you what I should have a long
time ago.”

Her libido didn’t care how he made things up to her, so long
as he did something.

Shifting his weight, he got in position. He reached for her
pussy and parted her labia with his thumbs. She heard him drawing a deep
breath, taking in her scent. His lips hovered over her mound, making her painfully
aware of her situation. He wasn’t going to rush, even if she begged him to.
This wasn’t just about her, it was also about him. She’d harbored her
fantasies. Of course he had his as well.

Some men loved going down on a woman.

From the looks of things, Trey was one of them.

The first lick along her crease was firm, his tongue going
from the base of her pussy to her hammering clit. She arched her back and
parted her legs, shoving her heels into his shoulders as her toes curled. His
mouth wasn’t just warm it was blistering hot, leaving behind a path of fiery
tingles. Another lick followed the first, then another. He groaned when he
lapped at her yet again, the heavy vibration nearly enough to make her come.
She’d never been so excited, aware of how heavy her breasts felt, how swollen
her clit had to be.

It wouldn’t take much to send her soaring.

The tip of his tongue darted over her folds, skimming up and
down. Then she felt it slide past and delve inside her. Her gums tingled and
her fangs dropped. The euphoria she’d experienced shifted, her now-sharp
canines reminding her of her bloodthirsty nature. She recalled how Trey had
reacted to what she was in the past. He’d loathed her. Wanted to fuck her and
send her away.

Shaking off the bad memory, she pressed her lips together,
telling herself not to think but feel.

Enjoy the moment. Don’t complicate things.

“Fuck, baby.” His hands slid from her pussy and he cupped
her ass. “You’re so sweet.”

Knowing shifters were within hearing distance she muffled
her cries of delight, rotating her hips with each stroke of his tongue. His
fingers clasped her bottom, his grip almost bruising. Blood pumped through her
veins, the sound literally pounding in her head. She considered reaching down
and grasping his hair, using her hold to guide his mouth to her clit. Sheer
willpower kept her arms over her head. She bit her lip, fighting her vampire
nature. Not only did she want to come, she wanted to drink from him while she
did.

“That’s it,” he grated.

One hand moved from her ass. His hard and thick fingers
skimmed over her folds. He brought them to the mouth of her sex, rotated them
in a circle to get them wet and slid them inside. She bucked against his hand,
wanting him to go deeper. He didn’t rush, taking his time, sinking his fingers
into her until he was third-knuckle deep. He knew precisely what to do, turning
his wrist slightly, rubbing her vaginal walls. She shuddered when he hit her
G-spot, parting her lips to take a deep breath. The tip of her fang caught the
lower one as she did, breaking the skin.

Trey stilled and his head darted up.

She shuddered, frustrated that he’d stopped—until she
realized why.

He stared at her mouth, focusing on where she’d injured
herself. Her fangs weren’t as large as a shifter’s but they were still
noticeable and different. She froze, mortified as she stepped back in time. At
first—before he’d known what she was—Trey’d wanted her. He’d been so hard she
could feel his cock trapped between their bodies, the enormous length
substantial and damn impressive. She’d imagined riding him hard and easing the
ache deep inside her. But that lust and desire had vanished the moment he’d put
two and two together. He’d been repulsed and disgusted by her nature, staring
at her like she’d grown a second head. What should have been beautiful quickly
turned to scattered ash.

She could still hear the words he snarled in outrage and
disbelief.

A goddamn vampire.

“Don’t.” His gruff voice brought her back to the present.
“The shit you’re thinking about doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not anymore.” He thrust his fingers inside her, fucking her
steadily with his hand. “You’re mine, baby. I warned you. I’m going to put my
mark on you for the entire fucking world to see.”

She could have argued or told him to go to hell but her body’s
reaction overcame her doubt. She’d been twisted as tight as a corded rope, one
more turn and she’d break and unwind. After all she’d been through, she
deserved this small consolation. Maybe it was stupid to believe him but she
wasn’t going anywhere.

Not when she was so close.

Not when she wanted this so badly.

A little more… Just a little more…

His fingers returned to her G-spot, his touch hard and
determined. She rode his hand, swept into the fire building in her stomach.
Heat spread through her abdomen, a tendril of electricity venturing to her
pussy. He bent his head, bringing his mouth to her slit. Then he trapped her
clit between his lips—his tongue hard, warm and wet—and sucked. The suction
against the bundle of nerves pushed her over the precipice. The world vanished,
becoming a huge blur of white.

Yes.

She slammed her eyes closed, throwing her head back.

Spasms racked her body, her muscles flexing as she came.
Euphoria and elation scorched her from the inside out, each flick of his tongue
its own brand of fire. He kept sucking her clit, tapping the tip of his tongue
over the delicate nub. His hand pumped, his fingers forcing her pussy to part
and make room for their invasion. She held on to the sensations, riding out
each wave, never wanting them to end. He didn’t stop until the last ripple of
pleasure had passed, leaving her a gasping, shivering mess on the bed.

His fingers slid from her pussy and she detested the loss,
craving his nearness.

He rose, yanking his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed,
displaying hard lines and smooth planes from his shoulders to his waist. She
forced her body to function, shaking off the warm fog of climax enveloping her.
She sat up and reached for his jeans, admiring the muscles that flexed between
the V of his hips.

He’d had his taste. It was time for hers.

His fingers wrapped around her wrists, stopping her short of
her goal. She gazed up at him, confused by the interruption. Removing his shirt
had mussed his hair, the strands darting in all directions. Even so, he’d never
looked more irresistible. He licked his lips, his irises a bright shade of
amber.

“Not this time. I want you so bad I’ll lose it before we’ve
started.”

He let her go and went for the buttons holding his pants in
place. At the same time he toed off his shoes and kicked them aside. Her breath
caught as he revealed himself. She could see how defined he was, able to
distinguish each set of muscles from the next. He was absolute perfection from
his head down to his feet. Before she could enjoy the visual, he bent to remove
his jeans. She gritted her teeth, willing her bloodlust to settle, waiting for
him to stand tall and proud before her.

The pants hit the floor and he righted himself.

She’d seen him before but she wasn’t prepared for how
stunning he was. His fully engorged cock strained toward his bellybutton, the
thick, mushroom head a darker hue than the stalk. She’d been with her fair
share of men but none of them compared.