Chapter 22 Maeve #2
“No. I’ll do it.” I needed a moment. “I think I have some…” I gestured to the door. Anything I had was probably in Francois’s bedroom but my nerves were screaming and I needed to settle them alone. Anxiety prickled over my skin.
“Okay.” Kayla nodded slowly. “We’ll go as soon as we’re all ready.”
I left the room and walked down the hall, picking up my pace as adrenaline buzzed through me. Francois’s room was dark and cool when I entered, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of the man I was quickly coming to depend on.
More than simple dependence. There was something much deeper than that. An innate trust. A belief that he would protect me above all else. Francois wasn’t a good guy…Not if I listened to the opinions of everyone else.
But he was good to me.
“Mon ange…?” His voice was soft and questioning as he seemed to detach himself from a shadow at the edge of the room.
“Oh.” I shouldn’t really have been in here but I wanted to be surrounded by him for just a moment.
I turned toward him, and before I could say anything else, I was in his arms as he pressed my back to the wall and his lips were on mine, claiming my mouth with a force that was both brutal and soft—like I was something more fragile than he’d ever known.
He withheld most of his strength, protecting me from the unrestrained passion of it.
I surrendered to his kiss, twining my arms around his neck as his tongue sought mine, and I aligned myself against his body in wordless offering.
When I broke the kiss, my breathing was uneven and ragged. “We can’t. We don’t have time…” But I wanted. Every time he kissed me, I wanted him more.
He rested his forehead against mine. “But your scent… You desire me, Maeve.”
I nodded, unable to deny it.
“Then don’t worry.” He slid his hand down to trace his fingers along my waistband. “I’ll be quick. Just a taste.”
I almost moaned and my knees weakened. The memory of his head between my legs started a slow steady beat of wantonness inside me.
His gaze met mine in the gloom, his eyes a dull red. “Let me?” he implored, and when I should have shaken my head, I nodded instead.
How could I ever refuse this man anything?
He lowered the zipper on the jeans and popped the button open, and I giggled as he drew them inside out to take them off.
They stuck around my boots and he blew out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, for a decent skirt,” he muttered. “I know how those work.”
I giggled again. “Well, those all work the same. Just lift up.”
He turned his gaze back to mine, his smile wicked. “Oui. Indeed.”
I tried to relax and play it cool, even though my heart raced at the nature of our discussion and my cheeks warmed. “And here you are trying to get into my pants.”
“Get my mouth on your pussy,” he corrected, and my breath caught in my chest.
No man had ever spoken to me that way before, and it was base and coarse and dirty…and it was real. This man really did want me.
Cool air moved against my skin, and Francois pressed his palms against my thighs. I parted them immediately, looking down at him on his knees in front of me, like he was at prayer.
Worship. The word drifted through my mind, leaving me breathless again.
He leaned forward and simply rested his cheek against my leg, his breath skating over my skin, and I grew wet with anticipation.
A low groan rumbled through him. “The things you do to me, mon ange. I can smell your desire.” He pressed a kiss to my skin before the tip of his tongue flicked against me, and I tangled one of my hands into his hair.
I closed my eyes, waiting…expecting him to tease me a little more but he pressed his fingertip against my clit and I stiffened, letting out a gasp.
“There it is,” he murmured. “I swear they move. Little things that like to hide.”
Before I could reply, he touched me again, but this time with his tongue. I whimpered, and he murmured something in response. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and I gasped again, unable to control the sounds I was making.
“I want to be closer.” He suddenly took hold of one of my legs, his fingers clamping around the back of my right thigh before he lifted it over his shoulder.
Then he did the same with my left leg so I sat against his face my back still resting on the wall as he lapped his tongue over me, smoothing and stroking as I began to rock, seeking more friction and control.
My fingers tightened in his hair and he groaned against me as I tugged a little.
His hands moved to my ass and he pushed me closer against him, speeding up his movements as waves of pleasure crashed through me, increasing in intensity as I surrendered to the tightening of my muscles.
I couldn’t catch my breath properly. All I knew was Francois and the way he was making me feel. I gasped each inhale, barely having time to exhale before I gasped again. Time changed, slowing even as it sped up and spun away completely, and I craved release.
I drew in one last breath before my core pulsed, my body throbbing like desire had a heartbeat all of its own.
He didn’t stop immediately, setting off aftershocks with small laps of his tongue, teasing my already sensitive flesh as I squirmed against him, unsure what I wanted. It felt so good for hm to keep touching me… So good.
But also, my legs were Jell-O. If I didn’t move soon, I’d just be a puddle of colored gelatin slime on the floor.
“Stop,” I whispered as another spasm twisted my body and a soft sigh escaped my lips.
“Mm?” His hum made me twitch again, but I giggled, high after feeling so good.
“It’s too sensitive.” I ground the words out, focusing on each one, trying to ignore all the things Francois made me feel.
“If you’re sure?” He glanced up at me, his hair tousled from the way I’d mussed it for him, and I grinned at the question on his face.
“Absolutely.” Oh my god. Fuck, that had been amazing.
He helped me regain my footing, my dismount not at all awkward as he supported me.
Vampire strength had its benefits, that was for sure.
When he grinned again, the tips of his fangs showed, but instead of revulsion or fear, my desire spiked again, curiosity making me braver than usual as I reached out to touch one.
He jerked back and I retracted my hand awkwardly. “Sorry.” Then I stood straighter, searching for my courage as I took in his form when he stood, noting the bulge at his crotch.
“Your turn?” And my voice only squeaked a tony bit. What the hell was I offering? What would he accept?
“Oh?” He joined me leaning against the wall, and he dropped his hand to his own waistband, his gaze never straying from mine.
It was a challenge.
I swallowed, the noise audible.
“I can smell your fear,” he whispered. “And combined with your desire, it’s delicious, mon ange.” For a moment, his eyes were a blaze of red. Then they dimmed again.
But I’d seen a predator, and it had excited me.
I covered his hand with mine. “Yes.” It was nothing more than a breath as I lowered myself to my knees.
There was something very sexy about a man who wanted me.
Francois cupped the length of his cock beneath the fabric of his pants, and I ran the tip of my forefinger down the length of it.
He hissed a sudden breath. “Tease.”
I bit my lip. Was I?
Francois stood so still that I repeated my movement before pushing his hand aside and fumbling for the zipper.
“I have buttons.” His voice was soft, but my cheeks burned.
Oops. “I knew that.”
He chuckled.
What the hell was I doing? I was usually pretty confident. I knew my shit… But faced with one hard cock and I was reduced to a bag of nerves.
“Touche-moi, mon ange.”
I shivered. Being told what to do was kind of sexy, and I only chewed my lip, appearing undecided, for a moment. Of course I was going to touch him.
I undid his buttons, keeping it slow. It was probably sexier and it gave me time to compose myself. When his cock sprang free from the confines of the fabric, I hesitated for a moment.
I’d never really studied one before. I hadn’t had the opportunity. “Beautiful.” I spoke the word without intending to, and his cock stiffened further as though in response to my praise.
I grasped his shaft lightly, wrapping my fingers around it as I stroked softly upward. A bead of precum glistened at the tip and I leaned forward, instinct driving me to lick it off with a quick swipe of my tongue.
He rested a palm on my head, the weight of his hand pleasing. I opened my mouth and licked around the top of his cock before sucking the head into my mouth. The skin there was so soft, so warm.
I closed my eyes and bobbed my head lower, sliding my tongue down the underside of the shaft, gliding my way down. Not all the way, though. That wasn’t going to happen. He was bigger than I’d anticipated.
I cupped his balls for a moment before I worked my hand in tandem with my mouth, enjoying him sliding in and out of my mouth, worshiping him as he had just worshiped me.
He didn’t make a sound, but his grip on my hair increased, and I licked around his head again, swirling my tongue over him before returning to sucking again, settling into a rhythm.
I moaned as he swelled a little more in my mouth, becoming harder, making it more difficult but rewarding me for my attention.
Power flashed through me. I had this man. This vampire was mine. He liked the things I did to him, and I wanted to do more.
I licked away more precum and glanced up at him, making startled eye contact before I closed my eyes again and focused. His scent surrounded me, and as he’d often told me he could smell my desire, maybe I could also smell his.
His cock grew bigger and warmer, and I moved faster, still guiding myself down with my tongue.
“Maeve,” he gasped out, his rare use of my name almost disturbing my focus.
But instead of responding, I held steady, taking as much of his cock as I could, wanting to please him.
He swelled one last time then he pulsed, cum filling my mouth before I swallowed. As I drew slowly away, licking the soft skin clean as I went, he shuddered at each soft touch. I finished with a gentle kiss right at the tip and he groaned.
“Sensitive?” I asked, but turnabout was always fair play. I ran my fingers lightly over him, and he shuddered again.
“Stop. No more teases.” But he grinned.
I stayed kneeling beside him, resting my cheek against him as I watched his cock. “I’m not sure you’ll ever fit inside me.” I’d been thinking out loud, but he chuckled softly.
“Challenge accepted.”
I met his gaze. “Challenge accepted?” I understood the words, but I’d been serious.
He nodded. “You were made for me. You’re my mate. Nature will take care of the rest. I won’t hurt you. You’ll see.”
“But I’ve never…”
“I know.” He didn’t need to say any more, and we both fell silent again.
He knew and he’d look after me. That was all I needed.
“Am I making you late, mon ange?” His voice was lazy, like he didn’t actually care, but the question galvanized me into action.
“Shit. Yes, you are.”
He laughed at my sudden outrage. “I think it took two of us to make you late.”
I nodded then shook my head. “You’re just a very bad influence. I need to get dressed.” I scrambled to grab my jeans and turned them the right side in. “Damn it. Where are my panties?”
Grinning, he slipped his hand into his pocket and withdrew a crumpled piece of lace. “This little thing?”
“Yes!” I gave a frustrated chuckle and grabbed it off him. “I need to get back to Kayla.”
He sighed. “All right. Let me help.”
He bent to retrieve my boots and as I watched his movements, surrounded by the intimacy of what we’d just done, I fell for him a little more.