Page 23 of Forced Vampire Mate

His breathing was more ragged as his cock pressed along my back, hot through my clothes. When Luken hooked his fingers into the waist of my pants, though, I caught his wrist.

“No,” I said firmly.

He stilled. When he started to pull away from me, though, I tugged his arm closer. I guided his hand, cupping it in the juncture of my thighs, over my clothes.

“Don’t move,” I told him, excitement coursing through me. “If you move, then I’m going to stop. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, but his obvious desire marred his sarcasm.

I took a deep breath, surprised at the sense of power that filled me as I wrapped my hand around his naked cock. His lips pressed against the nape of my neck, and I bit my lips together, enjoying the electric thrill that went through me. It wasn’t really keeping with the ‘stay still’ command but I liked it too much to stop. I slowly stroked my hand up his shaft, feeling the texture of his skin against my palm. The friction made it difficult to move smoothly, so I released him and licked my hand, the way I’d read about in books.

Luken grunted when I grasped him again. He kissed me, the fingers cupping me, playing against the soft flesh there. His other hand moved to my breast.

I pulled my hand away. “No moving, remember?”

Luken grunted in frustration. “I want you to feel good, too.”

“Then do what I tell you,” I said boldly. “You did this for me at the hot springs, remember? Your fingers found my clit and circled it, stroking and touching in ways I’d never been touched before. Right now, this is what I want. I want to touch you, to feel you respond to me.”

As I spoke, his breathing became heavier. He shifted slightly, pressing tighter against me. “Fuck, Elara. Do you have any idea what you do to me when you talk like that?”

“Apparently not enough,” I answered sarcastically as he kneaded his fingers into my breast. “Because you’re not listening.”

“How am I not listening?” Luken complained.

I released him and reached for the hand on my breast, moving it down to my waist. “I told you not to move. If you want me to touch you, you have to do exactly what I tell you.”

He growled, a low sound that reverberated through me and seemed to take up residence between my legs. What would it be like for him to growl with his face buried deep inside of me?

“I’m not used to taking orders,” he breathed in my ear. “I’m the one who gives them. Maybe you’ll be the one who does what I say. Hmmm? Do you like the sound of that?”

By the Gods, I did. My skin felt too tight for my body, and I wanted to rip off all my clothes. I wanted him to do everything his three-hundred-and-fifty years of experience had taught him. I wanted to experience ways to have sex that I never even dreamed of. I wanted him everywhere he could go. The need burned through me so hotly that I nearly came right then, begging him to ravish me thoroughly.

I fought down my own arousal, pinching the webbing between my thumb and forefinger to remind my body I wasn’t allowed to be turned on like this. The pain only made me want him more, wishing that his fangs would nip at my skin. I thought about other things, other methods of pain and pleasure, and wondered if he’d show me that, too.

“I think you do,” Luken purred into my neck. He flicked open the top button on my jeans. “I can do such things to you, Elara. Things that will make you forget everything but how good I make you feel.”

“What happened to begging you for it?” I breathed, unable to keep the huskiness from my voice.

“Your body is begging already,” he answered, as smooth as you please.

I snorted, even though he was right. “Just admit that you’re too weak for me. You can’t stand that I’m making you wait. You can’t give up control, even though I already told you exactly what I want.”

Luken laughed and rolled slightly back, putting more distance between us. “You drive a hard bargain, wife.”

Wife. The word did something to me; I wasn’t sure what that was. All my life—except the last four years—I’d wanted someone to call me wife. I wanted to marry, to have that stability and love I saw between my parents. And when I first saw Luken, I wanted that from him.

If I kept letting myself think, I was going to start thinking of the reasons I shouldn’t do this. I didn’t want to doubt myself. I wanted to touch him, to be close to him.

“No more talking,” I ordered. “Stay still or sleep on the floor.”

He stilled once more, laughing again. His laughter did things to my insides that I greatly enjoyed. “Alright. I won’t move.”

Licking my hand again, I took him once more. He twitched beneath my touch. As I explored him, I found which movements elicited more of a response. I closed my eyes to hear him better, etching the pleasured sounds he made into my memory. His cock grew harder, if that was possible, and seemed to grow bigger beneath my touch. Or maybe I was just more sensitive to it. I traced my fingers around his head, followed a vein down his length, and closed my hand around him again.

He moaned, his head shifting forward slightly. He started to lift his leg over mine, but caught himself and went still again. He really was doing it, obeying my word. The thrill of it pooled heat in my core. He was the most powerful man in the world, yet here he was, following my command.

I felt the tension in his body everywhere it pressed into mine. It was a heady rush, knowing I’d commanded him to be still, and he fought to obey me. His breathing was rapid, his grunts and groans shooting straight through me. The hand cupping me tightened and loosened, but in such a way that I was sure it was involuntary.

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