33. Sharing a Hot Tub with the Hot Guy
33
Sharing a Hot Tub with the Hot Guy
Ziros
She’s wearing it again.
The little metallic bikini I love so much.
Although—it’s more what’s under the bikini that I love so much.
And I make no secret of my feelings, watching her hips sway as she walks, climbing up over the lip of the hot tub and settling down on the seat inside. Arms stretched out along the lip where she sits across from me.
I want her.
I always want her.
Dammit, it’s like a disease. A constant pull.
One I don’t want to fight.
The wind picks up, carrying her scent through the air, and suddenly she’s all I can sense. I stand up before I can stop myself, and I’m on her in an instant, pinning her to the other side of the tub.
One hand behind her head, I draw her up toward me, kissing her jaw, loving the soft, excited little gasp she lets out in response.
The points of my teeth give way to fangs as I press my mouth to her neck, waiting, forcing myself not to bite down.
Not just yet.
All I can hear is her blood pounding behind my ears, the siren song calling to me louder than the crashing of the surf all around us and the wind picking up above.
“Zi—” she starts, and maybe she stops because she remembers we’re not fully in private. Or maybe it’s because I choose that moment to bite down.
And her word fades into a beautiful gasp, moaning as she wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me down onto her.
Suddenly, as much as I love that little gold bikini, I wish she wasn’t wearing it.
I want nothing at all to stand between us.
It takes all my self-control to pull away from her neck, from her blood. Watching her face for some sign of what she wants, but she’s got her eyes closed, a strange, serene, beautiful, hungry expression.
Finally, her eyes snap open.
“ You stopped ,” she pants, gazing up at me.
As if she’s frustrated.
And that only makes me want her more.
I smirk.
“Sure did. And you’d better believe it took every damn ounce of restraint I’ve got.”
“Well, then.” She tosses her hair. “Don’t restrain yourself on my account.”
And I love the casual confidence in the way she smiles so coyly at me. She’s bold and beautiful, and I only want her more.
Taking her jaw in one hand, I tilt her chin up, exposing the length of her neck as I lean in, letting my breath trail back across her skin.
“I just had to be sure.”
Sure that she wanted this.
Before she has time to respond to that, I bite. Sucking hard. Loving the way she moans again. I love knowing that what I’m doing to her feels good.
Because it feels damn good to me, too.
Heat surges through my body, and all I want is to bury myself up to the hilt in her tight body all over again.
Running my fingers between her legs, I draw slow circles, pressing harder as she tilts her hips to deepen the connection.
“ Ziii —” she moans, and I wrench my mouth from her neck, stifling my name with a kiss, muting her moans and the sound of my true name beneath my lips.
“Be careful,” I warn, smirking as I pull away. Loving the hungry way she pants up at me, straining against my hand as I slide it down further beneath the edge of those tiny bikini bottoms. “If you start to say my name again, I’ll just have to silence you.”
“And how would you—” That’s all I catch before I plunge below the surface of the water, untying the bows at the sides of those cheeky little bikini bottoms I love so much. I can’t hear her anymore, but I can still feel her—taste her.
I suck her clit, loving how she curves against me, pressing herself harder to my mouth.
She feels so damn good.
Tastes so damn good.
And it takes all my damn self-control not to bite her again, right here where I am. Instead, I focus on the feeling of her body against mine, loving making her feel good, loving every curve, the roundness of her ass against my hand as I slide my palm behind her back, drawing her tighter against me.
Finally, when I can’t hold my breath a second longer, I surface.
With a smirk, I wipe the water from my face with one hand, staring down at her panting, hungry eyes. “So,” I ask, “You had a question?”
“I did?” She looks dazed. In a good way. Hauling herself back up with one hand on the lip of the tub, she glances at her bikini bottoms floating in the hot water beside us. “I guess it wasn’t that important.”
“That’s good, princess,” I growl, and I’m not sure where the princess came from, but she seems to like it. At least, based on the way her breath hitches and her blood pulses faster. “You know why that’s good?”
She just shakes her head.
Staring at me.
Waiting.
And I love the idea that I’ve brought her close and now she’s hungry for more, completely at my mercy.
I’m a bit of a scoundrel.
It’s true.
But I love it so much.
I like this game where I make her want me so much, she’s moving toward me, hooking her hands in the edges of my shorts, gazing up at me with wide, mock-innocent eyes as if waiting for my permission to go further.
It’s a strange, powerful feeling, this.
But I know I’m not really in control.
She is.
Everything I do hinges on her. On what she wants.
And that’s the beautiful magic of this game.
We haven’t even outlined the damn rules, and somehow she’s already on the same page.
I take her jaw in my hand, gripping it firmly as I tilt her face up toward me. Taking a small step closer.
“You were going to ask how I intended to silence you, weren’t you?”
“Was I?” She swallows hard, a devilish spark to her eyes where she gazes up at my face. And I like this way too damn much. I love the way her fingers trace the edge of my waistband, dancing up along my abs before sliding back down.
And by the dangerous glint in her eyes, I get the feeling she’s about to say something I’m gonna like a whole damn lot. Sure enough, she traces two fingers along the muscle of my stomach as she asks, “But what if I did ask? What would your answer be?”
Heat pulses through my cock. Hunger rising through every inch of my body.
And it takes all my self-control not to take her this instant.
“Well then,” I step closer, pinning her back against the edge of the tub as I lean down closer and growl, “I’d just have to stuff your mouth so full of my hard cock, you wouldn’t be able to say another word.”
Oh fuck, I’ve probably taken it too far .
I’m about to laugh, to pull back and tell her I’m just joking, but to my surprise, she lets out a soft little half-moan, half-gasp.
Like she’s actually excited by that idea.
“Talk like that, and you make me want to say your name,” she says, tugging my shorts lower, wrapping one hand beneath and pulling my hard shaft free.
Without another word, she leans in, gliding her mouth down over the head.
Holy fuck .
Her tongue slides along the underside as she pulls my girth deeper into her mouth, keeping her eyes fixed on my face as she takes more and more of my hard cock.
Fucking hell. Everything she does feels so damn good.
Every movement of her tongue just makes me harder. Her tight little mouth feels so good, if I’m not careful, I’ll end this before we’ve really begun.
But I don’t want to finish too soon. I want to draw this out and make it last as long as I can.
She’s way too damn amazing. If I’m not careful, she’ll push me over the edge in an instant.
I groan, gritting my teeth, throwing my head back as she sucks all the way down the length of my shaft, sucking harder still, as if my reaction only spurs her on more.
And I love the noises she makes. The way she moans onto my cock as she forces herself further down, then pulls back, sucking the head again, running her tongue beneath it before gazing back up into my eyes.
“Like that?” she asks at last, stroking my shaft as she gazes up at me. “Is that how you’d silence me, oh sexy vampire?”
“ Exactly like that,” I growl, lifting her against me.
Technically, I’m only half vampire. But I’m not about to correct her right now.
I like this game.
I like it a whole damn lot.
But I don’t want to end this one-sided. I want to bury myself deep inside her and make her feel so good, she can’t help but scream my name.
I lift her from the water, setting her down on the deck high above the stormy seas. Pressing her gently forward against the glass rail. And I love the way she arches her back toward me.
Leaning close to her ear, I growl, “ What if I took you right here? ”
I’m half-expecting her to tell me to shove off. Expecting her to get all shy and maybe end this whole thing right now. Humans have always seemed to have a thing about being too visible.
And ever since I saw her in that little bikini, all I’ve wanted is to pin her against the rail and take her.
Maybe I really am a sick bastard, because something about knowing anyone could look up and see us only turns me on more. I dare them to look. Dare them to see me take her.
I want everyone to know she’s mine.
She arches her back further, grinding her ass tighter against my waiting cock, and I grab her hips, pinning her so tight, she can’t move another inch.
“You’re driving me so damn crazy,” I growl in her ear, kissing her neck, loving the way her breath hitches and she moans softly.
With one hand, I untie the string holding her top up around her neck, loving the way her breasts spring free of the little metallic triangles as the bikini falls around her waist.
More . I need more. Blood, body, soul—all of her.
“ Mine ,” I growl into her mouth, kissing her hard before trailing kisses down her jaw and stopping at her neck. “You’re mine. You’re mine, human, and don’t you ever forget it.”
She moans softly, then louder, panting with need as I graze the points of my fangs along the side of her neck again, sucking her skin hard enough it’s sure to leave a mark long after my bites have healed.
“ Please ,” she whimpers. “Take me, Z. Don’t make me keep waiting. Please, I—”
That’s all the invitation I need.
Before she can finish that sentence, I thrust in, sliding the head of my hard shaft slowly between her legs as she lets out a hungry, satisfied, delicious moan, leaning back further against me to force herself deeper.
I bite down at the same time, letting the thick, sweet, satisfying taste of her blood fill my mouth.
I’ve never wanted anything like I’ve wanted her. Any one .
I pin her against the railing, her naked breasts fully exposed, hard nipples pressed against the glass as I drive all the way into her tight warmth.
With long, slow strokes, I draw back out, then in again, sucking her neck hard, biting again, drinking her in. With one hand, I pinch her nipples, with the other I press circles against her clit, every whimper and moan and movement she makes only pushing me closer to the edge.
And out of the blinding ecstasy between us, all I can think is how much I never want this to end.
This moment.
This life.
This—
Fucking hell, she’s so damn perfect.
How could a human be so damn perfect?
I barely know her. I’ve barely known her three days, and I feel like I’m falling in—no. No, it’s just that her blood is so damn good.
The bond between us, the magic—
I growl, gritting my teeth as I pull away from her neck, driving back into her a final time, biting down. I’m so close. So close, all I can think is her, all I can taste, can feel, can hear is the sounds of her moans.
And she starts to moan my name again.
I grab her jaw and turn her head, forcing her mouth back against mine, kissing her hard as the wind whips through her hair. Pulling out, pressing her backward against the rail, pushing all the way back into her. And I kiss her neck, sucking, loving the way she moans again as the wind roars around us.
“Zir—Z. I can’t,” she moans, voice ragged. “I can’t, I’m going to—”
“ Come for me ,” I growl into her mouth, kissing her again, and her mouth goes slack. She’s panting hard, pressing herself all the way down against me, until I can’t take it anymore, either.
“ Fuck ,” I growl, thrusting in as deep as I can, until the world explodes around us and there’s nothing but the heat of her body against mine.
“ Z? ” my human whispers at last, collapsing on top of me as I sink down onto the deck. In a ragged voice, she asks, “You okay?”
“Nope.” I laugh, brushing the sweat-slicked hair out of her eyes. “‘Course I’m not ‘okay’, human. What the hell kind of question is that?”
“You’re not?”
“Nope.” I take her jaw in my hand, kissing her gently. I can’t help but grin. Probably look like a madman, too. But I don’t even care. “Damn it, human. You’ve wrecked me.”
And before she can ask what the hell I mean by that, I kiss her again.