Page 26 of Venomous Lust
“No, never.”
His already deep blue eyes went a shade darker as he bent slightly over her. Heat radiated from his skin and suddenly, Hazel felt a dizzying kind of need. Her head swam and her mouth went dry. She swallowed hard against her closed throat as her body sang with ravaging lust.
Khal’s hand reached behind her waist, sliding so easily to the small of her back. His vigilant stare missed nothing of her reaction as his flesh made contact with hers. All seeing. All knowing. Strong, hard fingers dug into her soft flesh and his hot breath fanned her mouth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. All Hazel could do was watch as his face changed, the harsh alien features softening impossibly.
He pulled her in and Hazel took the last step. Her body molded to his, all her softness craving his hardness like a thirst. A glow started inside her body, filling her with an almost painful anticipation. The heat of Khal’s skin radiated through his heavy synthetic leather clothing, making her skin prickle with the desire to touch it.
“You should be running away from me.” His voice was husky and low, his face painted with the shades of lust. “If only you knew how dangerous this is.”
“I can’t,” she answered truthfully as his other hand moved, traveling up her stomach, making her skin quiver as his fingers trapped one breast. They were so large they covered its fullness completely.
Khal’s face lowered until his mouth hovered just above hers. Their breaths mingled as he looked at her—really looked at her. For the first time in her life, Hazel felt like someone truly saw her for who she was.
And desired her for it.
“I want to run away, but I can’t.”
“Then you are as lost as I am.”
Then he kissed her, and all her thoughts vanished. Khal’s mouth landed on hers like a dream she never wanted to wake up from, hard and warm, demanding everything from her and taking it. Her willpower shattered and she ceased to be herself. She became a creature of flesh and lust, and Khal was the master pulling her strings. His mouth opened and his tongue pushed through. She responded, allowing him in as his taste slid inside with his tongue. His taste invaded her mouth, clean and masculine, and as her tongue slid over the sharp tips of his fangs, a tangy taste spread over her taste buds.
Fire spread under her skin, making her kiss Khal harder. Her hands reached for the hard, thick muscles of his arms and slid around to the back of his neck. As her fingers ran over his skin, a tangible shiver traveled through Khal’s body, deep and slow. Primal.
The kiss deepened impossibly, until it became raw, animalistic possession.
And she wanted every bit of it. Hazel wanted to belong to Khal’s mouth, to Khal’s hands, to Khal’s body more than she wanted to breathe, more than she ever wanted to admit. The tangy taste of his mouth filled her mind as his hands ran feverishly over her body like he wanted to touch all of her at once.
Then, suddenly, it was like a dam breaking and he became a feral, wild beast. His hands slid to her ass, then to her thighs. He lifted her in a single fluid movement, parting her legs on either side of his body, pinning her to his throbbing, fully erect sex. At the feeling of his arousal, Hazel’s core clenched with need and a flood of wetness answered.
Khal moved, sitting her on the high counter, her legs still parted on either side of his waist. His mouth left hers and she breathed hard and fast, like she had been thirsty for air for days.
The growl vibrated from his chest all the way to her throbbing clit as his mouth closed over her throat.
No, not his mouth.
His fangs.
The sharp points closed around her throat, the sensitive skin quivering to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The hot wetness of his tongue lapped at her jugular like a large cat’s, slightly raspy and entirely erotic.
Fear mixed with arousal as Khal maintained her in complete submission.
Is he going to bite me?
His jaw tightened, the tips of his fangs barely breaking the skin, and pain shot through the fog in her mind. An incredible bloom of erotic pleasure erupted inside her body as he held her like that, alien and strange, like a drug, but impossible to dismiss.
She knew she was going to come before the orgasm hit her like a blow.
Hazel contorted under Khal, a strangled scream leaving her lips as pleasure shot from her clit to the tips of her fingers in an absolute, all-consuming climax like nothing she’d ever felt. Like nothing that she’d ever thought possible. Khal held her down, his fangs around her throat, his tongue lapping at the tiny wounds on her jugular as Hazel’s body was ravaged by the orgasm.
Then, as her mind still rebelled against the incredible amount of pleasure, his hand moved to her face. His large palm rested against her cheek, but still, the push of those fangs against her jugular increased until she knew he was going to break more than just her skin. It was like he was fighting against his own impulse to bite down—and slowly losing.
This was more dangerous than any kinky alien sex game.
Hazel became very still, all her instincts telling her that if she fought Khal’s predatory hold, he would react like the feral beast he was. He would bite down and claim his prize—only in the process, she would be injured. Humans were not Eoks, their bodies were much more fragile. She could die from a direct bite to her jugular.
Then, with a dizzyingly slow pace, those sharp fangs relinquished their pressure and then completely withdrew. His tongue loitered behind, dragging up and down her jugular like he could taste her blood flowing under the skin. She could almost feel his reluctance to let go, the almost irresistible push to bite down again and go all the way through this time.
But Khal didn’t. His mouth left her body, and soon, way too soon, he pulled away from her. His too-blue eyes were even bluer, lighting up like fiery diamonds, and in those mesmerizing pupils was a lust the like of which she’d never witnessed. A lust that consumed and burned, a lust that defied all the laws of the universe to put her right there, at the center of it.
