Chapter 16 Sam #2
I nodded and resumed staring at the wall, still stroking his skin, relaxed and happy against him. “I don’t want to go back there, you know. To the Blackbloods. I don’t want to belong to Esmé.”
He made a scoffing noise. “You will never belong to that woman. You’ll never belong to anyone again.”
“I can’t go back.”
Kyle’s arm tightened again. “You won’t ever need to. I’ll protect you with my life.”
I nodded, reassured by his words, feeling his intention echoing between us. He meant what he’d said. He’d protect me. I’d be okay now.
“What are you hiding down there for?”
His sudden question surprised me, and I met his gaze once more as confusion made me slow.
“Come up here and kiss me.”
My confusion deepened. I hadn’t known he wanted kisses. Hadn’t really expected him to. But hell, I wanted kisses.
I grinned as I moved, bringing our heads level. And before I could overthink it, I pressed my lips to his.
What started slow and questioning quickly became deeper and more passionate, and I pushed closer to him as his tongue swept into my mouth.
His hand clutched at my thigh as my T-shirt rode up between us, and he urged my leg across both of his until I lay on top of him, my knees resting either side of him on the bed.
He still had his underwear on, but I couldn’t resist grinding a little on top of him, and he sucked in a breath.
“Naughty,” he murmured against my lips, and I laughed.
“Not at all.” I pressed against him again. “I think you’re feeling quite naughty yourself.”
His erection pressed against my inner thigh, and my breathing quickened. Never had I wanted my panties to melt off more.
“I think we’re wearing too many clothes.” Kyle echoed my thoughts, and I laughed again.
“You think we’re wearing too many clothes?”
“Oh, definitely.” He reached around and his hand brushed over my ass before he plucked at the waistband and began to inch the panties down.
He groaned when my position prevented any further movement and I moved.
“I’ll take them off.”
“Get naked,” he half growled, and I chuckled at the ridiculous instruction but complied anyway as he removed his own underwear.
I retook my position over the top of him and clashed our mouths back together as his hands clutched my hips, and he tilted me so that I could feel his cock nudging against me. I sucked in a breath that was little more than a whimper of need.
I wanted this man, and I wanted him inside me now. My nipples rubbed over his chest as I moved up and down against him, trying to coax him closer, to thrust deeper, and my breathing was more audible.
Shit, this man made me wanton.
I broke our kiss. “Kyle.” I whispered his name.
“Yes?” A crooked smile played at his lips, and he quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Yes,” he agreed as he resumed nudging against me, the movement both titillating and disappointingly useless.
“But I want you.” The words were somewhere between a moan and a whine as frustration coursed through me.
“I want you too.” He brushed the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, and I arched my back as pleasure lit sparks through me.
“Then stop teasing me.”
“But I know you like it.” He grinned again and I moaned as he moved against me, hitting just the right spot.
I couldn’t exactly deny that I liked it when clearly, I did.
But I liked everything he did to me, and I shivered as he trailed his fingertips down my back to rest on my ass.
He pressed his mouth to my neck, and I whispered my pleasure as I tried to encourage his cock into my body, but he angled himself away, and I groaned.
Then without warning, he flipped us, and I landed flat on my back, Kyle above me.
“Is it better to tease you from here?” He lowered his mouth back to my neck, sucking and licking the skin there.
“Don’t tease me,” I begged.
“You are very distracting,” he murmured. “Very distracting indeed.” He moved his hips and his cock probed forward between my legs until I sucked in a breath as he entered me just a little way.
I whimpered as he stretched me before withdrawing and entering again.
Each of his adjustments forced another breath of pleasure from me, and I reached my arms above my head as I looked for something to hold and anchor myself to.
I turned my head, unable to look at him during such an intimate moment, wanting to hide.
“Sam.” His quiet voice was a command and I glanced back, my top teeth worrying my lower lip even as I tilted my hips, offering more of myself to him as he slid farther inside me. “Look at me.”
As I met his gaze, his pupils dilated, and I almost fell into his eyes to drown.
The connection was intense and so intimate.
He began to thrust in and out of my body, the movements regular and smooth, each one stoking the desire within me into warm flames that licked my insides and lapped over my skin.
His scent swirled over me, and he was everywhere. Around me, inside me, and consuming my thoughts. Only he existed in this moment.
He changed his angle, sweeping over my G-spot again and again, and my toes curled at the pleasure of it.
His eyes widened as he watched me. “I’m close,” he gasped, and I nodded.
I couldn’t speak, but it was getting harder to breathe and everything was starting to move faster with that loss of control feeling.
Kyle buried his mouth against my neck and his fangs sliced through my skin, pushing my pleasure over the edge, and my body pulsed around him as I moaned.
He released me, lapping his tongue quickly over the marks before pressing his neck to my mouth.
Instinct took over as my fangs descended and I punctured his skin.
He didn’t shout his release, but his ragged inhale was like an aphrodisiac. My body tensed as he came inside me, an extra jolt of pleasure bursting within my body. I held myself still as his breathing slowed and he bent to take my lips in another tender kiss.
He supported his weight above me for a moment before rolling to one side and gathering me against him, his body warm and comforting as I rested in his arms. My eyes drifted closed as he held me, and his protection and emotions exploded through me, as if I was aware of Kyle and his feelings, too.
Everything was suddenly right with my world. I’d never been as safe. Not even as a child at home with my family. It was like my whole life had been waiting for this very moment right now.
I drifted to sleep, not scared or anxious for the first time since Sean had died.
The chinking of mugs and plates disturbed me, my eyes open in an instant. I lay there, staring at the ceiling and taking in all the cracks and imperfections in the paintwork up there.
Fantastic hearing, excellent eyesight. These were clearly not curses of the vampire condition.
But neither told me what the hell Kyle was doing in the kitchen, because it sure sounded like he was in the kitchen. Vampires didn’t eat, right? I mean, they didn’t eat, really. Only for appearances… And Esmé and Brock didn’t even bother with that.
Kyle had, though, and that memory warmed my heart. He’d eaten on our date. Enough to look human alongside me and allow me to imagine we could really have been dating for real.
And now here we were — mates. It was almost unbelievable. I pinched myself and discovered another vampire quality — strength.
I sat up and glanced around. One of Kyle’s black tees hung, discarded over a chair with three legs that was balanced against the wall. I removed the shirt and slipped it on, lifting the fabric to my nose to inhale as much of Kyle as I could.
I hadn’t walked as a vampire yet, but there was something almost fluid about my stride as I padded from the bedroom and across the pokey living room to the kitchen.
Pokey was a kind way to describe it. It was dank and dark too, but compared to where Esmé had made me live, Kyle’s place was a virtual palace.
I just didn’t know how long I could stay. Esmé would make it her mission to take me back. Apprehension shivered through me, and as I entered the kitchen, Kyle turned around.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged.
“I can feel it… you’re scared.” He looked at an ancient coffee machine again.
“It was just a thought about Esmé.” I walked up behind him and changed the subject. “But what are you doing?”
He huffed a sigh and clunked a handle. “The previous resident left this contraption, and I was trying to make you some coffee because I know it’s what you like to drink in the morning, so I assumed now is a good time?” He grinned as he glanced over his shoulder at me.
I slung my arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder as we both looked at the machine. I had no idea how old it was, or even how sanitary it was, although that probably didn’t matter now if I was immortal.
“Did you forget?” I asked.
“Forget what?” He dropped a kiss onto my hair.
“You turned me yesterday and now I’m a vampire just like you. I don’t think I need to drink at all, at least not coffee, and I definitely don’t need the caffeine fix for energy anymore.” I gave him a mischievous grin and brushed my hand across the front of his boxer-briefs.
He chuckled and kissed my temple this time. “I see that. I just wanted something normal for you. You know, so you didn’t think I’d made you into a monster like the others.”
I nodded. That kind of made sense. “Yeah. I never wanted Esmé to turn me. I hate everything about the way they live. I didn’t want that as my eternal damnation.”
He winced at my harsh words a little before he spoke.
“You know, sometimes I still do the things I enjoyed most as a human. I kind of hope it helps to keep a piece of my humanity tucked into me.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but his cheeks pinked.
“I’ve never told anyone that.” Then he focused even harder on the coffee machine.
“Kyle?”