He drew in a breath she knew that he didn’t need. “I don’t think your parents warned you strongly enough about vampires,” he observed.
“I was never very obedient,” She admitted as she hooked her fingers under the hem of his top and lifted it. He didn’t resist, his expression vaguely confused, even as she peeled it over his head.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, leaning back against his grip on her hips. She had been right. His broad shoulders tapered into a v of muscle disappearing into the waistband, and his stomach muscles stood out against his skin. “Very nice.”
“You go much further,” he replied, his voice dark. “And I am not responsible for what happens.”
She released the top button of his jeans. “Oops.”
The Other flared hotly red in his eyes, picking up the firelight, as she eased the fly down and took him into her hands, and then his eyes closed, a muscle ticking in the corner of his jaw, his head tilting to the side. “F-k,” he groaned.
“Yes,” she agreed, and dropped to her knees to take him into her mouth.
His fingers closed in her hair. “Oh, god.”
She stroked her tongue over the tip of him, exploring the lines and textures of him, finding the sensitive points until he cried out, his hips rocking involuntarily. She closed her lips over him and took him to the point of gagging. His moan was filthy with desire.
The door opened. “Get out,” he snarled ferociously, turning his head, his eyelids at half-mast. “Get the f-k out.”
The door closed again firmly.
She sucked in, and his knees buckled. “Oh, f-k,” his voice was thick. “Oh, f-k.”
His hand cupped the back of her head, and his hips bucked into her. She swallowed and he cursed in another language, one native to him she suspected from the way it was accented. He pulled back suddenly, and she complained.
“No,” he said heavily. “No. I want to f-k you.”
“Yes, well, that was the plan,” she pointed out with a grin, laying back on the carpet and holding herself up on her elbows. “I don’t know about you, but I normally stay dressed unless I am intending to f-k at some point in the near future, so have at it, pretty man.” She dragged her toes down his shin in invitation. “I am assuming you know what to do and don’t need pointers.”
He shook his head as he laughed. “You are not what I expected.”
“You had expectations of me?”
“I have met both of your parents,” he lowered over her so that they both lay on the carpet before the fire, its heat a contrast to the coolness of his skin against hers. “We did not get along.” His lips explored her neck and chest and she arched into the touch of his lips as they closed over her nipples, his tongue stroking the tips to points, and the ends of his hair brushing her skin. “I suspect you and I will not experience the same problem.”
“Mhm,” she arched into his touch. “I am normally very easy to get along with.”
His hand stroked between them, to the v of her legs, and with the experience of centuries, knew exactly how to touch her for the greatest reward. “Oh, f-k,” she exclaimed, caught between his touch and his mouth, her fingers closing in his hair. “I have never taken a vampire to bed before, there is a lot to be said for a man with experience.”
He laughed as he lifted over her, positioning himself between her legs. “We haven’t been formally introduced. I am Elior Cohen,” he said, before bowing down to claim her lips.
“Ashlynn,” she replied when he released her mouth. “Ashlynn Grenmeyer.”
“Ashlynn,” he repeated, his grey eyes fixing on hers. “It is nice to meet you,” his smile was lazy and wicked. He held his weight on his elbow, the muscles of his arm standing out, and adjusted against her. She lifted her hips and he chuckled.
“Impatient, Ashlynn. I have to be careful, my strength… If I am careless, I could hurt you.” He eased into her with a moan. “So hot. It has been a whilst since I have f-ked outside my species, I’ve forgotten how pleasurable that heat is.”
“Oh, god,” she sighed as he continued to stroke into her, slow and careful, so that the sensation was strung out exquisitely between them until he was seated fully within her, their hips flush. She felt his muscles bunch beneath her hands as he pressed against her, his eyes losing focus and his pupils expanding.
He stroked out of her suddenly before plunging back into her, causing her to cry out in surprised pleasure. “Oh, yes,” he moaned, repeating the rapid motion with rhythm, the slap of their flesh meeting loud.
“Harder,” she writhed beneath him. “So good.”
“Yes,” he said between his teeth and complied, the motion pushing her along the carpet, so that he lowered onto her, his body weight holding her pinned and his buttocks clenching beneath her heels as she wrapped her legs around him.
There was a knock at the door.
“F-k,” the red Other in his eyes flashed and he snarled. “Go the f-k away!”
“Oh, god,” she gripped his hips, her body arching against his seeking more. “Don’t stop.”
“Elior,” a woman’s voice spoke. “I am sorry, but it is Raiden Grenmeyer on the phone, and you said…”
Ashlynn groaned. “Only my father would time it so perfectly.”
“Tell him I need to call him back,” Elior called back in response, and his grin was wicked as he withdrew and then rocked his hips back into her making her cry out. “If only he knew why,” he commented, and closed his mouth over hers as he found rhythm, stealing her breath as his tongue stroked against hers.
He was gaining confidence, measuring himself against her tolerances, and lowered onto his elbows, driving his hips against her with increased force.
A werewolf or human lover would have worked up a sweat, but Elior did not, she noted as she stroked her hands over him, though the fire was beginning to warm his skin and hair. He was flawless under her touch, not a scar, freckle or mole. Born a vampire, then, she thought, rather than made one. Sure enough, there was a gold signet ring on his smallest finger.
His teeth grazed her skin several times, fighting his instinct to take blood, and his tongue stroked against her pulse point as he kissed her there, tasting her flesh. He would be curious, she knew, wanting to find out if she shared the special qualities of her mother’s blood.
“F-k,” he said a muscle working in the corner of his jaw as he lifted onto his hands, removing himself from temptation whilst also changing the angle of his stroke into her. She cried out, the angle bringing him just where she wanted him, and he moaned, feeling the changes within her body that proceeded her orgasm.
“Oh, yes,” his eyelids sank to half-mast and the red glittered between his eyelashes as he pushed his hips against hers, seeking depth. She dug her heels into the carpet, lifting into him, working to bring her body to orgasm, and he ducked his head, dragging his tongue up her sternum, tasting the salt of her sweat.
“You taste sweet,” he groaned. “I wonder if your blood holds the same power as your mother.”
Her mother and father believed it did, she knew. And their number one rule was no vampires. Oops, she thought without regret.
“I don’t want to discuss my mother right now,” she replied, avoiding the unasked request. “Sort of the wrong topic of conversation for this moment.”
He laughed and did not press it, lowering onto his elbows and seeking her mouth instead, his tongue meeting hers as his skin did. She moaned into his mouth.
“Oh, don’t stop, don’t…” She directed the movement of his hips with her hands and threw her head back as she came.
“F-k.” His eyes closed as he followed, pressing against her hard as he forgot himself in his release. His seed was cooler, she realized, not entirely surprised, the sensation different to her previous lovers, but not unpleasant.
He lowered his face into the curve of her neck and relaxed over her. She stroked her hands up and then down his back, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her palms, the landscape of bone and muscle narrowing into his waist.
“I have to call your father back.”
“Yes,” she did not stop stroking his back, and he did not move. “I imagine he is a bit frantic at the moment. I haven’t been in touch with them since the car accident. I haven’t had the opportunity to call them.”
“If he thinks you are missing, and has discovered I am here, he may think I have something to do with it.”
“Or he is calling to ask for your help, seeing as he is not here.”
He chuckled. “I doubt that, very much. He does not think well of me.”
“He does not like vampires in general after what happened to my mother, but of them all, he has said that he finds you tolerable.” Her father wasn’t alone in that, she thought. She found this vampire very tolerable, very, very tolerable. So tolerable, in fact, she would like to tolerate him again very soon.
“High praise.”
“From him, it is.”
“It places me in an awkward position.”
“How is that?” She arched her eyebrows.
“If I admit that you are here, I will have no option but to see you safely into his hands.”
“And?”
“I do not want to.”