Chapter 6 #2
“Mine.” Just the one word, spoken low and terrifyingly deep, as if ripped from the beast inside him instead of from his human throat.
Something warm and slightly twisted slid sinuously inside her, some alien feeling of…pleasure that such a magnificently masculine creature should be so powerfully possessive of her.
His gaze dropped to the minion seated in front of her. “Go, before I kill you.”
“I need to eat, damn you!” she shouted, weary of fighting herself over him and desperately clinging to the hope that a replenishment of nutrients would free her from her inexplicable fascination.
But she knew he wouldn’t let her drink from anyone else, not now. The act of feeding was too innately sexual, even when the only contact was fangs to vein and lips to skin. He was too territorial to allow that connection, however impersonal.
Yet she couldn’t afford to drink from him…
wouldn’t drink from him, because she knew, instinctively, that she would have the same reaction to the taste of him as he’d had to the taste of her—the hunger wouldn’t be appeased; it would grow.
She would crave more. More of his potent lycan blood. More of him.
She would have to restrain him long enough to get a meal in edgewise.
Taking command of the situation, Vash closed the distance between them and caught him with a fist in his shirt. “Come with me.”
She pulled him, but succeeded only in ripping the shirt off his back. Elijah didn’t move at all, was too powerful for even her vampire strength. Her sex clenched with greed for this male who was more than a match for her.
Flushed and breathless, she skirted him and exited to the hall, trying to get herself under control before he realized how close to the edge she was.
If she wasn’t careful, he’d have her begging for his cock.
The thought of that weakness terrified her as nothing else could.
She had to be strong, for herself and for Char, and for all the vampires who needed her to keep them alive and thriving.
Elijah followed so closely she could feel his heavy exhalations on her nape. Stalking her again. And she couldn’t deny that some recessed part of her wanted him to. Because it ratcheted up her desire, made her hot and wet.
Vash saw the small green light lit above a door and went to it quickly.
There were more doors and more lights. Most were red, which signaled that they were locked and occupied.
Some were yellow, which signaled vacant but in need of housekeeping.
Only a few were green, and she chose the nearest one, opening the door and cursing as Elijah crowded her into the small playroom.
He caught her around the waist and tossed her onto the massive bed, barely giving her the time to scoot up before he pounced.
“Elijah,” she gasped, as he landed neatly on all fours, caging her to the bed with his hands pressed to the mattress at her shoulders and his knees hugging the sides of her thighs.
Fear paralyzed her, not of him but of the raging desire that was quickly consuming her.
The need to arch upward and offer herself to him was a driving force.
It pounded her heart against her ribs and squeezed the air from her lungs.
Her eyes adjusted to the room’s dimness, the only illumination coming from recessed lighting in the baseboards. His eyes glowed with preternatural green fire, and his head lowered, his chest expanding on a deep inhale as he breathed her in.
“Should’ve brought us here when we arrived,” he said gruffly. “You’d be coming now.”
He took her mouth before she could reply, his lips sealing over hers and stealing her breath.
His tongue swept inside her on a groan, his hand moving to her zipper to slide it down to where it ended at her pubic bone.
She’d barely swallowed her first rich, dark taste of him when he pushed his hand beneath the edge of her suit and claimed her breast in one big, hot hand.
Her fangs sharpened in a rush of need, piercing his tongue.
His blood flowed into her mouth, the flavor intoxicatingly exotic.
He kneaded her breast, plumping it. Then he focused his thumb and forefinger on the tip, rolling and tugging on her hardened nipple until her sex spasmed in the same rhythmic tempo.
Out of her mind for him, Vash sucked on his tongue with the same voracious pull with which he’d suckled her nipples earlier, drawing more of his blood over her taste buds. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her ability to reason lost to the addictive deliciousness.
He growled into her mouth and sank between her thighs, grinding the rigid length of his cock into her aching sex. Whimpering, she gripped his hips and tugged him into her, rocking her hips upward to stroke her clit against his erection.
Elijah lifted his head and watched her as he rolled his hips, watched her head arch back as an orgasm hovered just out of reach. “Tell me you want it, Vashti. Tell me you need my cock in you like you need blood to live.”
Her body quaked violently as he gave voice to her greatest apprehension.
I won’t be led around by my dick, he’d said what seemed like ages ago in the Bryce Canyon caves.
But she feared she wasn’t as strong as he was.
She’d never been so desperate for sex as she was at that moment, and he was the only man she wanted to have sex with.
Her attraction to him wielded too great a power over her, and she feared giving him what he demanded of her—total surrender.
Tossing her leg over his hip, she gained the leverage to flip him to his back.
Moving as fast as if her life depended on it, Vash focused on the purpose of bringing him to a playroom to begin with.
In a split second, she had him restrained, his wrists and forearms banded with barbed silver-plated steel cable.
He roared as the tiny, rounded points pierced his flesh, scarcely enough to draw blood but enough to expose the wounded flesh to the one metal that weakened Sentinels, vampires, and lycans alike.
The bed quaked with his fury; his irises burned bright enough to light up the room. “You fucking bitch!”
But she was beyond caring now. She was slick and swollen between her legs, her breasts were tender and heavy, and his flavor permeated her mouth, deterring thoughts of fleeing as she might’ve done if she’d had any sense of self-preservation left.
“Let me loose.” He clawed at the bed with the heels of his boots. “Fucking let me go…now!”
Vash fought to be free of her catsuit, struggling out of both it and her boots in a near-mindless frenzy. Once naked, she fell on his twisting body, wrestling his bucking hips to yank open his button fly.
“Vashti!” He arched violently. “Not like this, damn you. Don’t fucking tie me up like an animal.”
As always, Elijah was commando beneath his jeans, ready to shift forms at a moment’s notice. Nothing impeded her mouth from his cock, which she swallowed greedily, her lips and tongue tightening around his raging length.
“Fuck,” he hissed, bucking his hips in an attempt to throw her off. “Get your bloodsucking mouth off me!”
She couldn’t. If the entire den poured into the room and found her fellating a lycan, she didn’t think she could stop.
Her hunger for the taste of him was too great, her need to bring about his surrender even greater.
Pumping the thick root with her fist, she tongued the wide head, her mouth sucking hard and quick as she drove him relentlessly toward orgasm.
He fought the whole way, his powerful thighs bunched with strain, his chest rumbling with furious growls, his torso twisting back and forth to dislodge her.
When he climaxed, it was with a wolven howl that brought goose bumps to her skin.
The baying sound was high and plaintive, purely animal with none of the human evident in it.
Tears stung her eyes even as she drank him down, something ancient and primal within her ravenous for the heady flavor of his savage virility.
“Damn you.” He panted, his chest heaving as she shoved his jeans to his knees. “Damn you to hell, you traitorous— Fuck!”