Page 41 of The Vampire's Mate

“The cleaning can wait.” He tossed the rag aside. “Come with me.”

“James…”

“I wasn’t asking,” he snarled, reaching out to grasp my bicep. He manhandled me to the back of the bar, down the small hallway and straight out the back door. Cold wind whipped through the alley, stinging my bare arms, but I didn’t get much time to react to it. James threw me against the wall, and I grunted from the force. I wasn’t small by any means, but I was no match for his supernatural strength.

“What the hell?” I panted, cut off by his hand around my throat.

“Hush.”

“James, it’s freezing.”

“I said, ‘hush.’” He squeezed,lightly.“You need to cool down. When I let go, you’re to stay completely silent. Understood?”

I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but after the way he’d kicked me out of his office earlier—hard and frustrated—my dick was more than interested. His dominance was fucking hot.

When I nodded and he fell to his knees in front of me… that was even hotter.

His hand released its grip, and I took in a gasping breath. He hadn't been constricting my airway, but it was as if my lungs just knew to obey.

“What are you doing?”

His head snapped up, blood red eyes meeting mine in the dark alley. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”

I snapped my mouth shut, and he reached for my belt.

His voice had gone dark, thick with desire, and he muttered, “I told you: I can’t be trusted when you wear these jeans.” His fingers pushed under my shirt, shoving the fabric out of the way so his teeth could nip at my lower belly.

I shuddered, those red eyes hypnotizing me. For a moment, I almost forgot everything I’d been stressed about. I braced myself against the brick with one hand, the other gripping a fistful of his hair. I held on tight, not wanting to miss a single second of what he was doing.

James’s gaze fixed on my crotch like he hadn’t eaten in days. My belt sprang open with a satisfyingclink, and he unbuttoned my pants, easing the pressure on my straining erection. A chilling gust of air blew, pebbling my skin but as James fisted the base of my erection, I grew lightheaded from the rush of blood.

“Please,” I muttered, relieved to feelsomethingother than the anger that had been simmering in my veins.

“Do you even know what you’re beggingfor?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. Ignoring that I’d broken the rules, he tugged my jeans down to my knees and knocked my legs apart as far apart as they would go.

“I don’t fucking know. Just do somethi—oh,fuck.”

James lapped at my cockhead, his tongue dipping into the slit to lick up as much precome as he could. My chest burned, desperate for air. He eased off, but my lungs seized again when he ducked his head to trail a hot path all the way up the underside of my cock. I squeezed my eyes shut—continuing to watch was a dangerous decision. He sucked like a pro, effortlessly taking me to the back of his throat. I nearly lost it at the feeling of his tight, wet throat constricting around me. He pulled off fast, hollowing his cheeks to take me down again.

Despite the frigid temperature, the air grew thick and heavy, making full breaths impossible. His fingers wrapped around my length, squeezing slightly before his tongue found the sensitive bundle of nerves that completely unraveled me. I moaned, barely able to hold off my orgasm. James dropped his hand and took me to the hilt again. Without waiting for permission, I tightened my right hand in his hair and slowly thrusted into his mouth. A firm squeeze to my thigh let me know that he wanted more, and that’s exactly what I gave him.

My hips bucked. I fell into the deep, heady feeling, fucking his mouth with reckless abandon. My left hand dug into the wall behind me, the rough surface biting into my skin—I didn’t care. I wasn’t just chasing an orgasm. The moment was filled with pureneed. Both of us cravedsomesort of release, and neither of us knew how else to get it. James’s slurps mixed with my cries of pleasure to fill the alley with obscene sounds—stoking the fire in my belly.

Each time I sank into that tight suction around my cock, pleasure surged through my veins, displacing the stress. My climax built, tingling the base of my spine. Then, my skin started to crawl. Something in the air shifted, and I somehow knew…

We were being watched.

I was close. And I wasnotstopping. I held my breath until my orgasm became inevitable, then forced out a slow exhale to last alittle longer. I forced my hips to slow, rolling them forward and seeking out the wet heat of James’s mouth.

I pried my eyes open.

“Oh, shit.” The first thing that entered my field of vision was James’s nose buried in my groin, saliva dripping from his mouth in the sloppiest,sexiestway possible. One hand kept a firm grasp on my balls, the other pressed to his own erection.

The sight was too much. Dirty, erotic, andeverythingI wanted. My hairline was drenched in sweat. My legs quivered, the muscles beneath the skin of my thighs twitching. James moaned, the vibrations around my cock hurtling me closer to the edge.

But movement caught my eye, and I glanced up to the mouth of the alley.

Shiloh stood there, frozen mid-step and watching us intently. I was certain they’d turn and run when our eyes locked together, but I was wrong. They stayed. With one unmistakable expression in their beautiful, camouflage eyes.

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