Page 72 of Protecting His Vampire Mate

As he sucked me, something animalistic took over, shutting off the rational parts of my brain, and all I wanted was to be inside of him again.

“Get up.” My voice came out rough and hard.

Bryan obeyed me immediately but hurt filled his eyes. His walls collapsed again, for an instant, but long enough for me to hear him wondering if he wasn’t good. And there was something else too, buried beneath that. Something so much more raw and afraid than should have been possible. Was he really so afraid I might reject him?

“You were perfect,” I told him. “Your mouth is incredible. But I need to be inside of you again. Right now.”

Wordlessly, he nodded, his eyes going dark with sudden desire, the hurt draining from them immediately. He fished the bottle of lube from his pocket and held it out to me. I hadn’t even seen him grab it off the nightstand when we’d left the motel room.

I bit back a smile as I realized that he must’ve been planning to go again all along.

I unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, pulled down the zipper, then turned him around so that his back was to me. I pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, exposing his bare ass.

Bryan had neglected to put on underwear. More evidence of his plans. It was actually really fucking hot.

My cock leaked pre-cum and I was so hard it practically hurt.

I put some lube on my fingertips and massaged it onto—and then into—his hole. It startled me, yet again, to find that he was so warm. Even warmer now that he’d fed on the blood bag earlier.

Bryan let out a low groan as I worked one finger into him, and then two.

Then I lubed up my cock and slid it into him, right there in the center of the hospital room. He took me easily. Though I tried to go slow, the moment my head was inside of him he bucked down on me, taking my entire length in one go.

“Fuck!” I snarled, as his velvety wet shaft surrounded me. The heat was a perfect blend of relief and torture, and something animalistic seized me.

“Shit,” he panted. “That feels even better than before.” Then he paused, biting his lower lip before adding, “Please don’t be gentle with me. I need you to make me forget everything.”

That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed his hips and drove myself into him as deep as I could go, drawing a low, needy-sounding moan from his lips. Then I pulled almost all the way back out, and back in again, reveling in the sensation of being inside of my mate. Of claiming him. Of making him belong to me.

I loved the dirty little sounds that my cock worked from his mouth as I slammed it in and out of him. I picked up the pace, fucking him mercilessly.

Bryan came first, working himself furiously with his hand as I fucked him. His moans became sharp gasps as his orgasm crested. His walls dropped for an instant and I felt the echoes of his pleasure.

It sent me over the edge.

I held his hips firmly in place as I drove deep once more, releasing inside him with a strangled groan. My climax was white-hot and blinding, blotting out everything else.

I pulled out of my mate and turned to the sink to grab some paper towels from the dispenser, but Bryan had already beat me to it, moving at vampire speed.

We got ourselves cleaned up and we dressed again in silence.

Thank you, Bryan said, speaking into my mind. Those two words seemed way too small to contain the depth of emotions I sensed from him.

I glanced up to meet his eyes, startled that he had dropped his walls again on purpose. I was even more startled—and alarmed—by the dark thread of fear that laced his words. It was so incongruous. Was he afraid of what we had just done for Annie? Or was it something else?

“Any time. And a lot more times if you’ll let me.”

“That was hot as fuck, and yes please.” I was pleased to sense that all of Bryan seemed to be in agreement about that bit, at least. He swallowed and his smile went all wobbly. “But that wasn’t what I was thanking you for.”

“I know.”

Bryan gave me a small smile, a little steadier this time. Then he slid his hands around my waist, pressing our bodies close again. He planted a kiss on my lips. “Good.”

He smells so good. Why does he always smell so fucking good? It’s like torture. And his pulse is right there. Fuck. If only I could…

“You can,” I told him, sensing the depth of his need, of his desire. The blood bag he’d consumed earlier hadn’t been enough, after all. Or maybe it just wasn’t as good as the real thing. I added, “If you want to feed from me, I trust you. I’d let you do it.”

He stiffened, then pulled back. The wall slammed down, setting my teeth on edge.

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