Page 2 of The Vampire's Mate

Something lingered in the air between us, a lilt to James’s voice that told me he was hiding something. But now wasn’t the time to overthink.

My vampire needed me.

I stroked his cheek with my thumb. “Lay down on the bed for me, gorgeous.”

I pushed him back until he collapsed onto the mattress. I pounced, capturing his mouth once again. His lips parted, inviting me in for a deeper taste as he slid back, allowing me space to crawl onto the bed between his legs. With a knee grinding against his thick length, I lowered myself on top of him.

He bucked against my thigh, thanking me without words. I deepened the kiss, hands mapping out every ridge and groove of his toned body. If the sweet little sounds and quiet pleas for more were any indication, he approved.

I knew what it meant for James to hand control over—to submit to me. The act triggered something deep within me, something primal that had been lying dormant. His hands glided down my back, cupping my ass. The drag of his cock against mine pulled a growl from deep in my chest.

I slid my fingers under his hoodie, working the fabric off and tossing it aside. My hands worked his belt open with a satisfying sound. I popped the button, and his zipper fell down easily. I yanked the rest of his clothes off all at once, and paused to admire his form. Moonlight poured in through the blinds, playing across his pale chest and highlighting his abs. He watched closely as I undressed over him. First my hoodie went flying to the floor. I kicked my shoes to the side, then started to work at my jeans. They were so tight I practically had topeelthem down my thighs, but James’s intrigued eyes never left mine.

Silently, I nudged James into place: on his back with his head on the pillows. As he shifted into position, I climbed back onto the bed. My heart was racing like it was our first time again, and I fought like hell to keep my breathing under control. He had a way of bringing out the things inside of me that I never knew were there—like nerves.

But as I knelt between his legs and his eyes raked over my body, I shoved it all aside. I’d never seen such uncertainty in thoseeyes, such insecurity. He needed me to be the strong one right now.

“You’re sure about this?” My voice, though barely a whisper, was loud in the quiet room.

James gripped the mattress above his head, shifting his hips to allow me better access. Electricity crackled in the air. Every hair on my body stood on end. He nodded. “Please, love. I need you.”

Fuck.

The lube fell to the bed. I leaned over, swallowing his moan as our bare cocks met. James released the mattress, tangling his fingers in my hair. He tugged and I hissed, my cock jerking at the sharp sting.

I loved it.

With expert finesse, I snatched the lube bottle and drizzled cool liquid over my fingers. James blessed me with another beautiful sound when I paused long enough to share the lube with him. I rolled his balls softly in my palm before feathering my touch lower.Finally, I slid between his cheeks.

He warmed beneath me, heating the lube for both of us. I broke the kiss, ducking out of the way when he chased me for another. “Do you know what I need you to do?” He nodded quickly, and I circled his hole with the pad of my finger, feeling his skin twitch under my touch. He eased back into the pillow and his muscles relaxed more with each passing second. “That’s it, baby. Let me in.”

James sighed and adjusted his hips. A drop of precome glistened in the moonlight on his belly. I pushed into him, coaxing him open with one finger and adding a second when he begged for it. He grit his teeth and bore down, impatient, and I felt the ring of muscle squeeze around my fingers.

I chuckled, reaching for the bottle and drizzling lube over my cock. “Touch yourself for me?”

He surprised me by shaking his head. “If I do, I’ll lose it and—ah!”

I’d curled my fingers, grazing over his prostate. “Come on, vampire,” I coaxed. “Let me see it.” I watched him, a shuddering breath escaping as I finally fisted my own aching erection. I smeared lube and precome over my shaft and waited.

One of James’s hands crept south. He cried out and I added a third finger, squeezing the base of my cock to stave off my own orgasm. Now with my fingers fully submerged to the knuckle, I settled between his legs. “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Ryder, fuck. Fuckme.” His hips jerked, pushing his cock through his fist. “Please.”

I withdrew my fingers and lined myself up, pausing to cool myself off a notch. James rocked over my cockhead, and I clenched my jaw. I wouldn’t be able to take my time with him the way I wanted to. It’d been a long time coming—for both of us. Desperate, I pushed through and nearly lost it when James’s hole fluttered around my shaft. I paused, but his hand quickened, spurring me on.

With gentle rocks of my hips, I worked him open inch by inch. His warmth enveloped me, his body the right kind of tight. I bottomed out, forcing my eyes open. He thrashed, hand pumping furiously. “Ryder,” he moaned, sheer desperation coating his voice. Each pass of his palm over his shaft milked clear, delicious liquid onto his stomach. My mouth started to water.

I stretched out, fitting us together. “I won’t last long,” I warned.

“Me either. Move!”

He punctuated his plea with a cry, my cock punching into him. I’d fantasized being inside him more times than I could count, but even the wildest dream couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. I wanted to savor it. I wanted to pause time, capture that feeling and store it away in my memories to cherish forever.

But James keened, solidifying my imminent climax. His hips worked, fucking himself on my cock. I cursed and brought my mouth to his. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”

I pinned his hands beside his head, letting our fingers twist together. James couldn’t touch himself, but before he could protest, I snapped my hips back and caught his sweet spot again as I rocked forward. He grunted into my mouth before breaking our kiss, sputtering and crying. I picked up my pace, each thrust timed with the beats of my heart. Sweat drenched my hair and trickled down my temples.

The knot in my stomach tightened, my spine tingled, and my pace became uneven. “I’m close.”

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