Page 58 of Vampire's Choice

His energy shimmered around her. Though he’d just fed, she could tell he wanted more. More and more. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea, but she had a problem. She kept saying no to him primarily because she didn’t want to say no. She didn’t want to deny him anything, which was beyond stupid. But oh, Great Father, to feel this free, above the earth, with an ocean of pleasure engulfing them, it was heaven. Everything heaven should be.

Take all of it. Take it all.

She didn’t think she’d been crazy enough to say it out loud, but suddenly he pulled out of her. Her heart twisted in her chest, as if she’d been denied something vital, something she could never get back and would never stop wanting. She clawed at his hips, trying to pull him back, and he shoved her away, sending her free falling again. She snarled and cursed him, tumbling through the air. The heavy compression of gravity descended upon her again.

He caught her a few feet from a bone-crushing reunion with the ground. She shoved away from him, toppling from his arms and landing on grass. They were in a field populated by sleeping cows, who blinked at the intruders who’d landed unceremoniously near them.

She rose on weak legs and stared at him. Merc stood a few feet away, with hard eyes and tight mouth. His chest rose and fell, betraying his exertion, but it wasn’t from flying. It was from keeping himself from doing what he wanted to do.

Take from her until there was nothing left.

Though he’d refastened the jeans, he was still erect, hard and aching. She deliberately licked her lips, moistening them. “If I help with that, with my mouth, will it carry the same risk?”

His dark eyes burned. “Yes. But…it might be less difficult to restrain myself.”

She bared her sharp fangs. “Because you know I could bite the shit out of you?”

Wry humor returned to his gaze, mixing with the fire. “No.”

“Do you trust me?” She threw his question back to him, and his more unpredictable side gave further ground, this time to a sinful smile.

“Not a damn bit. But come here.”

Good. She was aching and angry, but they were still in this game, this sparring match of wits, needs and wants. Neither of them was going to let female pique or male broodiness interfere with it.

When she stood before him, that fight rose in her, but it warred with other things, too. Something she could let herself give into, just this once, if he would do what was needed to let it happen. She thought he might.

Behind his stare she saw his awareness of it, which was maybe why he drew it out, increasing her anticipation for several bated moments. A cow lowed. Mist rose on a nearby pond. The moonlight reflected on her skin was marked by the shadow of a passing cloud. His gaze followed its passage over her flesh.

“Kneel, Ruth. Serve me.”

Yes. Her knees gave way, that twist in her chest a different kind, but no less painful, responding to the conflict between what she was supposed to be, what she actually was, and all it meant in her world. But he wasn’t of her world, and this field was far away from all that.

Close up, his cock was as impressive as it had felt. As she opened the jeans and closed her hand over it, she stroked smooth, stretched skin over the shaft, the ridge of the head, and found the moisture at the tip. She sampled that moisture first, ran her tongue around it. She tasted herself on him, which she liked with a territoriality that was all animal.

All vampire.

She pushed her tongue against the slit, then sucked on the ridge, getting familiar. He tolerated it at first, his hand resting on her hair, but then his grip constricted, and he pushed her down onto him. All the way down. She had only a second to adjust, relax her throat, before he was fully in, no mercy or quarter. She choked, but he didn’t let up. She was going to adjust or gag as she sucked him off. Her body tightened, her cunt getting slicker against her calves as he issued his next order.

“Hands clasped behind your back. I control this. Not you.”

She complied, a whimper in her throat as she gave herself to it. For the very first time in her life, she was fully serving a Dom. The joy and agony could break her heart into a million pieces, because this confirmed what she had always known. She wanted a Master. Needed one. Even if she couldn’t have one. Not and survive her world.

Sometimes taking a drink of the best tasting wine was a mistake. Because the longing to have it would last for an eternity.

She let that jagged ache become part of the fierce passion to serve him. Lick, nip, scrape, suck. She tried not to score him with her fangs, but it was her first time doing it like this, with no hands. When she took sexual pleasure on the island, with the second mark servants who gave her blood, she had to pretend she wanted to be in charge. Make her willing donor keep his hands behind his back, like this, or tie him, so he wouldn’t touch her. So he’d believe she was teasing him to emphasize she was in control. All while she was really imagining doing this for a Dom, to increase the arousal for herself in a backhanded way.

Merc’s body tightened, and her sob of pleasure, of satisfaction, vibrated against his shaft as he released into her mouth. His grasp was painful on her scalp, still not allowing her any retreat. His thigh muscles became rigid, a harsh groan tearing from his throat, telling her the pleasure she was giving him.

Though she was choking on the hot flood of his release, she fought to swallow him down. She also lifted tearing eyes to gaze hungrily upon his arched throat, the movement of his Adam’s apple as he dropped his head back on his shoulders.

His taste differed from the salty musk of a human. There was a sweetness to it, like honey and biscuits. Floury and sweet, musky and male. With a tingling edge of magic and electricity.

When he finished, his head lifted, and his eyes were upon her again. His thumb passed over her cheekbone, over the wetness the strain had caused her. Then he shifted his touch to her shoulder to ease her back. He adjusted the jeans.

“You can move your arms.”

She kept her head down, trying to steady herself, bring everything back under control. It felt impossible, after letting her desires run so free.

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