Page 3 of Vampire's Choice

Pure lust.

It flooded her, accelerating the pumping of blood through every organ, swelling erogenous zones, tightening others, and bringing all nerve endings to full, erotic attention.

The desire’s deliciously painful edge provoked a hunger so strong it would never be sated. Though it wouldn’t stop her from trying.

Or so her opponent probably thought. Vampires were all about sex. A stake could be a millimeter from piercing her heart and she would still think about fucking. She laughed out loud, a rasping, sultry sound.

“You’ve chosen the wrong weapon. This is familiar territory.” As need shuddered through her, she bit back a moan at the insane pleasure of it, but it didn’t change her answer. “No. Not interested.”

A long pause. He was stretched fully upon her, chest to her back, knees pressed to the ground between her forced open legs. Pelvis against her ass. He was big, heavy and strong. So strong. Stronger than the strongest vampire. He was also hot like a winter stove, and had a cock as stiff and ready to go as a pumpjack for oil drilling.

Thank you, Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs, for the sexual simile. Her libidinous vampire mind had been way too caught up in the episode on the battered staff TV. Drilling, pumping, penetrating…

She shuddered. What was he?

“You don’t say no to me. Not now. Not ever.”

His voice was a summer day dense with electrical heat, the storm darkening the horizon. The timbre alone could cause an orgasm.

Her arousal ramped up impossibly higher, making her writhe and mewl. That cock and the solid force of the rest of him pushed her flatter against the earth. He could crush, overwhelm. He would definitely not be ignored.

She became a vessel for that desire, as if he’d forced open all entry points and poured it into her. And kept pouring, no matter her capacity to absorb it.

An aphrodisiacal waterboarding. Unique.

She’d never known the tips of her fingers, the crook of her elbow or the spaces between her toes could become aroused like nipples or cunt, her nape, or the small of her back.

Vampires might be masters at using sex for their own purposes, but compared to him, they were amateurs. Her soul—her freaking soul—screamed at her to give in and let go of control.

Holy fuck. Incubus.

She’d never met one, but thanks to anecdotes from her brother’s travels, the word was there, ready to be called. Her heart skipped a beat. If she was right, she really was playing with fire. But sex demons didn’t have wings. Did they?

Another moan broke from her lips, believable because it was real. She shifted her hips, a mindless invitation on the outside that masked the calculation on the inside. When his weight shifted, his grip loosening, she shoved against his less balanced side and broke free. She made it to her feet and kicked.

She thought she hit his face. Every time she looked his way, she saw only a shimmer in the air. Cloaking spell.

Moving back a few steps, she planted her feet. She was aggressive, worked up. Ready to get into it. She didn’t know what the range of that sexual energy was, but she was still inside it. Ropes of it twined around her arms and legs, wanting to pull them out, open her up.

They circled her throat, making her want to lift her chin, offer it, arch her back, present her breasts for his tasting, the sucking heat of his mouth. If he moved down, that feast would be there for him, all prepared, her cunt slick and ready. To taste her, eat her, fuck her, bite her, suck her…

Oh God. The impact pushed upon her from all sides, like the ocean did the island.

“Did I hurt you?” she taunted, no matter that she had a throaty voice and quivering limbs.

A movement suggested a lifted arm, perhaps a hand to his nose or jaw, to determine if she’d broken either. She could almost see the outline of his head as he tilted it. He was tall. The air to either side of him moved, a disruption much farther than a wide shoulder span. The wings. She could still feel the prick of the feathers against her palms.

“Do you know how easy it would be to kill you?”

The menace held the promise to fuck and choke her into oblivion. He wanted her frightened.

Tough. She didn’t do fear. She’d honed a trio of emotions to repel its invasion. Anger, determination and disdain. If they were being lazy, she had a backup bell ringer. She’d use disgust like a barbed whip, and flog the others into doing their job.

“You may be stronger, but I'm a hell of a lot braver. Nothing scares me. Especially you. As for your twisted mating call, not now, not ever. You need a lesson in what no means.”

She took off. Her vampire speed was far beyond human capabilities, but she wasn’t under any illusion that he was human.

A half chuckle, half sob caught in her throat. This was so ill-advised. But her body language matched the cats when they were playing catch-me-if-you-can. She wondered how smart he’d be at reading it.

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