Page 30 of Hot Blooded

The purr deepened to nearly a growl. Amos pulled her tightly against him, resting his chin on the crown of her head, stroking his big hands up and down her spine. “Tessa,” he said her name reverently. “I’m honored.”

Not just honored, she knew. Throughout the entirety of their discussion, his cock had been an iron brand pressing against her thigh.

“Would you…” Amos trailed off into a silence that felt self-conscious.

“Would I what?” Tessa shifted, nudging ever so slightly against that rampant hardness.

Amos hissed like he’d been burnt. His arms tightened around her, immobilizing her. “I want to hunt you,” he said, the words coming out in a pained rush.

“Hunt me?” Despite the fact that she’d just spent an untold amount of time orgasming, being restrained by Amos was getting her fired up again. She wriggled in his hold, trying to grind against his erection.

Amos wrapped one leg around hers, pinning her more effectively. “Vampires like to hunt. It’s in our nature,” he explained, grunting when she managed to slide her thigh between his. He clamped his legs together, trapping her again. “I would never hurt you. I hope you believe that.”

“I do,” Tessa assured him, momentarily abandoning her efforts to tease him. “I trust you, Amos.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Hunting… it would just be play. But I would… I would pursue you. In the dark. I would catch you, and drink from you.”

Tessa shivered as a bolt of arousal tightened her core. Amos was affected, too. His hips had begun to rock, ever so subtly, sliding his still-hard cock against her trapped thigh.

“You would attack me,” Tessa said, her voice husky.

Amos’s purr returned. When he spoke, his voice was deep and graveled. “Not for real.”

“But kind of for real,” Tessa countered, rocking her hips in tandem with Amos’s gentle grinding. “Because once you caught me, you’d use your strength against me. I wouldn’t be able to get away.”

“Tessa,” he said softly, a hint of warning in his voice.

“You’d hold me down and take what you wanted from me. Would I fight you?”

“Yes,” Amos growled. He’d given up on restraining Tessa or himself. He still held her tight, but his hips rocked desperately against hers, rubbing his stiff cock against the juncture of her clenched thighs. “You’d try to get away, but you wouldn’t be able to.”

“And you’d make me like it,” she went on, her voice becoming breathless and strained. “Being helpless against your strength.”

Amos groaned at her incendiary words. He dropped his head, seeking the warm cove of her throat. His lips touched her pulse point, then the tip of his tongue.

Tessa’s breath hitched, but she kept talking. “And as soon as you sank your fangs into me, I wouldn’t even be able to fight you anymore because I’d be coming so hard I wouldn’t want to get away.”

“Yes,” Amos breathed, teeth scraping the skin of her throat, but not breaking it.

“I’d want you to take what you want.”

Amos growled.

“I’d want you to control me—use me.”

“Tessa,” he groaned against her skin.

“Take what you want, Amos,” she pleaded, arching against him, baring her throat. “Please, take—ah!”

Amos’s fangs pierced her skin in a sudden, brutal bite. Venom flooded her veins in a tingling rush, bringing ecstatic pleasure with it as he drank deeply from her throat. Tessa’s hands moved of their own volition, seeking the waistband of Amos’s jeans, finding the zipper, pulling it down. Amos made pained sounds as he reached for her wrists and pulled her hands away from the hot, hard length concealed behind his briefs. He pinned her wrists over her head again, and she yielded to the pleasure of his control.

He shuddered and stiffened suddenly, his grip on her wrists becoming almost painful as he groaned, fangs still piercing her. After a moment, his whole body relaxed, grip easing on her wrists, fangs sliding from her throat. Pleasure continued to roll through Tessa in slow, languid waves. She lolled dizzily beneath Amos as he lapped at the closing wounds on her throat.

“How are you?” he asked when they’d both caught their breath.

“Very, very good. And you?”

He observed her saturnine expression, looking chagrined. “You made me come in my drawers. That’s the second time you’ve done that to me.”

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