46. The Hot Guy is a Little Evil
46
The Hot Guy is a Little Evil
Ziros
She pants beneath me, head tilted back, eyelids lowered, her mouth slightly open.
Maybe I’ve been wrong.
Maybe I’ve been wrong all these years, and I never should have avoided humans. Maybe humans are better than I ever could have imagined.
Or maybe it’s not all humans.
Maybe it’s just her.
My human.
Or maybe I’m out of my mind.
Her blood is driving me wild, heat and lust and power racing through me as I straddle her on the bed, nothing but the sound of her heart thundering behind my ears.
All I can feel is her.
All I need is her.
I lift away from her neck, forcing myself up. I can’t spoil this by taking too much, making her pass out.
Not before we’ve even got to the best part.
“What do you say, human?” I ask, loving how she moans with need, head still thrown back, panting softly as she gazes up at me.
I smirk.
I haven’t even done anything but drink her blood, and she’s already melting.
She’s far too fun to play with.
I could get used to this.
“ Say? ” she repeats, reaching for me. Her hand grazes my bare abdomen and I freeze, letting her touch me. Enjoying the way she traces her palm across the muscles I worked so hard to create.
Maybe all those years were worth something after all.
“Yes, human.” I drop back down, pinning her hands to the pillow above her head. “What do you say we keep going?”
Her eyes glint with thrill. “ Please , my dangerously sexy vampire demigod.”
I laugh softly, leaning back down to her neck, purposefully letting my breath graze her hair as I murmur, “You sound so desperate, human. What would you do if I left you like this? What if I stopped now?”
“That would be cruel.”
“Maybe I’m a little cruel.” I press my mouth lightly to the base of her neck, feeling her body tense and still as if waiting, anticipating the bite. Hoping that I’ll bite her. “See, human,” I run the points of my fangs along the side of her neck, hunger racing through my body as she shivers so perfectly. Hunger, but not just for her blood. “Maybe I’m a bit of a bastard, because I like seeing you crave me.”
“I never knew vampires could be such teases,” she complains, an edge of frustration to her voice.
For some reason, that just makes me want to push this further.
“I could tie you up. I’d bring you so close, and then just at the last moment…I’d pull away. And you’d be helpless to do anything about it.”
“You’re evil.”
I smirk. “Nobody ever said vampires were good.”
The more I talk, the greater my need grows, the heat building in my body, threatening to explode.
I need her.
I need her so damn bad.
Her body is beautiful, all smooth curves beneath that tiny little outfit, the one I hope to hell she doesn’t wear for other guys. Because just thinking about that makes me want to punch something.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, worry clouding her eyes.
“Ha. Nothing.”
I’m a bad liar.
Apparently.
Because she shakes her head, hands still pinned in mine, staring straight into my eyes, our faces only inches apart.
“You look stormy. Tell me, Ziros. Tell me .”
Damn. I don’t know if it’s her blood pulsing through my body or if it’s the pure look in her eyes or if it’s just me being so damn weak after surviving on my own in that void for centuries—or maybe it’s the way she says my true name.
“Nothing,” I mutter again, but I can’t help myself. “Just…I hate the idea of you wearing this for other men.”
There.
I said it.
I’m a selfish bastard with no right to her, and now she knows how insecure I am.
She turns her face away slightly, blushing as she says,“I’ve never worn it before.”
Blushing, as if for some reason she’s embarrassed.
God knows why, though.
She’s got nothing to be embarrassed about.
“ Good ,” I growl, no longer able to control myself. I let go of one of her hands, taking her jaw instead. Holding her still as I hover my lips just above hers, staring into her eyes like this is an order or dare. “Don’t wear it for anyone else,” I command, as if I have any right to. But I don’t care. I know what I want. “Only wear it for me.”
She nods ever-so-slightly, the barest of movement against my hand.
And I almost think she looks happy. Though I can’t imagine why.
Humans.
They make no sense.
Here I am telling her what to do, telling her things I’ve got no business telling her, and she looks happy ?
I smirk, pulling back. Pressing my mouth to her neck again. “Good girl.”
She gasps softly as I sink my fangs in slowly, taking all my self-control not to drink every drop of her blood.
Just a taste is enough to drive me wild, that hunger threatening to tear me apart from the inside.
This is dangerous.
If I don’t take her now, if she doesn’t want me to, I need to stop.
Because I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to resist.
I swear, shoving back with one hand on the bed, panting hard as I sit up.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, voice catching on each word, and I hope that breathiness means she’s enjoying herself as much as I think.
“Just trying not to kill you, human,” I mutter, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. “Because your blood is so damn delicious, I could drink it forever and never stop.”
“ Oh ,” she says softly, a look of pure delight in her eyes as she sits up on one hand.
With her other hand, she traces her own side, then back up between her breasts, cupping one, then the other.
I can’t help but watch.
She’s got me under her spell, this sorceress, and I can’t move.
And she knows it, too. I can see it in her eyes, this look of thrill that mirrors mine. The thrill of knowing she’s got me right where she wants me.
Which can only mean one thing:
We both want the same thing.
I glance down at her cleavage where the tiny top pushes her breasts together, and I remember our first time in that shower, the water gliding over her curves as I sucked each nipple through her soaked shirt.
Damn.
She glances down at my sweatpants, and I smirk.
“You’re checking me out.”
I’m expecting her to deny it, but maybe she’s getting more comfortable with me, because she sits forward further, moving to her hands and knees. “So what if I am?”
Fuck. I can see down her tiny little top, the top that presses her breasts together so perfectly, all I want is to reach out and cup them…and then rip her top off and suck each nipple into my mouth until she moans, bucking against me, hungry for a heat I’m burning to deliver.
“You like my outfit?” she asks, that boldness growing. And I’ve never met a woman so free to speak her mind.
Maybe it’s the era.
Maybe there’s something very nice about this loud and crazy modern world after all, and I don’t regret missing all those years as much as I thought I did.
Maybe waking up here wasn’t so bad.
At least, right now it doesn’t feel so bad, because she watches my face for any hint she should stop, one hand touching the front of my sweatpants.
As if I’d ever want her to stop.
Heat builds inside me, and it takes all my self-control not to push her back on this bed and take her right now.
“You asked what happens if you’re checking me out.” My cock throbs in her hand, but I know what I really want.
“Yes?” she asks, egging me on as her hand moves up, then back down, stroking a rhythm that feels way better than anything through fabric has the right to feel.
My little sorceress must have magic hands.
“Tell me, Mr. Scary Dangerous Powerful Vampire Demigod,” she says, drawing her hand back up toward my waistband, tracing the edge with two fingers. “What if I’m not just checking you out? What if…I’m trying to seduce you?”
Her hand squeezes at that moment, making me groan, a frustrated, hungry half-growl as I push her back on the bed, hands on her shoulders.
She gasps beneath me as I sink my weight down against her through our clothes as I lean close and growl in her ear, “Then you’d better be a good girl and finish what you’ve started.”
She moans in response, curving her hips up toward mine. “ Please .”
I yank off my pants, pulling her thong to the side. It’s so narrow, it barely left her covered at all.
Now she’s completely exposed.
But she doesn’t seem embarrassed.
If anything, she only seems more self-assured. Maybe it’s because she’s certain I want her now.
Maybe that was the problem.
And of course I want her.
As if I could want anything else in this whole damn world.
She’s amazing.
I straddle her on the bed, this time with nothing between us, letting the head of my shaft press against her entrance just enough to make her mouth part, head tilting back as I slowly let the heat of her body rise deeper over mine.
I groan, gritting my teeth.
Fuck , she feels so damn good.
All I want is to drive in deep, but I clench my fingers into the blankets, forcing myself slower so I won’t hurt her.
She lets out a soft moan as I lean in over her, kissing the curve of her breasts, lifting one hand from the bed and sliding it under her tiny top. I pinch her nipple between my fingers, rocking it back and forth, twisting slightly, watching her face for a sign it’s too much. But she only moans again, leaning back into the pillows as I begin to slowly rock in and out. She moans louder as I drive deeper, putting pressure and weight heavier against her clit.
“Bite me,” she says, the lowered rasp of her voice only making me harder. I love hearing how much she’s enjoying this.
And I want to push it further.
“What’s a good girl say?” I ask, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she whimpers softly. Damn, that’s a good whimper. A whimper that says this is working the way I want it.
I hold still, and she whines again, lifting her hips toward mine as if annoyed that I’ve stopped.
This is a fun game.
“ Please ,” she whines again, gazing up at me with those need-filled eyes that fill my soul and feed the carnal hunger raging through me. “ Please bite me.”