Page 39 of Taken By the Vampires
I tilted my hips in an effort to buck him off but his hard shaft sliding against me increasing the friction of cloth over steel. I groaned out loud as a wave of arousal crashed over me. He leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose along my neck, leaning over me further. His lips were a hair’s breadth over mine. If I so much as twitched, my lips would touch his.
My mind was muddled. I didn’t want him off me anymore. I wanted his weight over me, igniting my desire. He tilted his hips, easing his length along my core. Things had escalated quickly. Changed and morphed from one intense situation to another entirely. No less deep. No less dark. But one that called to me from beyond my mind, my thoughts, my body. No, this went deeper still, right down to the very heart of me, where there was no choice. There was only longing and need and action. Connection on a level beyond my understanding. Together, we walked a tremulous path that neither of us could no more stop walking, than step away from.
I sucked in a quick breath and caught my bottom lip between my teeth. I didn’t want him off me anymore.
I wanted him inside me.
Slowly, so slowly, I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his bare chest. I rocked my hips up and down, pressing against his hardness, the thickness of the material between us adding to the friction. His breath shuddered from his body and washed over my face. I breathed it in, filling my lungs with his breath, his scent.
“Tell me no, Ella.” Another shuddering breath when I rocked my hips against his hardness again. His gaze locked onto mine, caught and ensnared me.
I released the lip I’d been biting all this time. I couldn’t hold back any more. I didn’t want to. I wanted him. Needed him. Craved him. I wasn’t going to wait anymore. There would be no more ‘nos.’ “I need you, Xander. Please love me. Please. Now.”
“See? I knew you could be motivated.” He seized me with a kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, thrusting against mine, delving and swirling in a dance I met with each movement and I soared in a maelstrom of need, want and a dark abyss of no return.
Chapter Twenty Seven
He kissed me with raw power that was wholly Xander. Taking where I could only receive, giving, which left me craving more.
His taste was exquisite torture. Too much and not enough. I didn’t think I could ever be enough. Not now. Now when he gave himself to me like this.
His hands slipped beneath my tank. He drew it up and off me without hesitation. Before I had a chance to stop and think, he bent to devour one breast with his hot mouth, while he palmed the other between his clever fingers.
My eyes slammed shut and I tipped my head back. My whole attention was riveted to him and the way he teased my breasts with his mouth, tongue and touch. He drew my rock-hard nipple into his mouth between his sharp teeth, bringing me to the fine edge of pain before he released me and laved the area with the flat of his tongue.
His hand left my breast and he moved lower down my body to kneel between my legs. I gasped, knowing what his intentions were when his fingers hooked into the waist of my pants. He locked his gaze with me, challenging me to defy him as he drew the material over my hips and down my legs, totally baring me.
He didn’t realize I didn’t have it in me to deny him at all. Not now. Not when it was so much work to try and I only really denied myself. His gaze lowered. He went preternaturally still, muscles tensing, as though he held himself back from something by the finest threads.
His eyes closed for a long moment and he drew in a deep, shuddering breath. When he opened them again, there was no color, only inky blackness. “One last time, Ella. Tell me one last time.”
Time hung on a precipice. That line where one little word would mean a momentous change. In life, there are only one or two times this might occur and I knew down to my very existence that this was one of them. Not just for me, but for him as well.
And somehow, in some way, I sensed how much he wanted me. How they all did. It was illogical, but it was there, all the same. A pulsing need that was undeniable. I was as able as a sapling in a flood to withstand the desire raging through me. Every cell, every sense, called to him. It was a driving force, a connection that had swelled and built between all four of us, tension racketing up until there was only one answer. One choice. “There is no question, Xander. I want you.”
He moved so fast, I’d barely finished speaking. One moment he was kneeling between my parted legs, and the next he was devouring the most intimate place on my body, but that was Xander. A wonder of pure strength, masculinity and purpose.
He sucked on my clit, working the nub of sensitive nerves with his tongue at the same time he pushed inside me with a finger. A scream ripped from my throat as an unexpected orgasm crashed over me. It was too much. Too intense. Pure sensation barreled through me, stealing my breath and my mind.
I tried to crawl away, an unconscious movement, but he placed a hand on my hips, locking me in place as he continued to lave me with his attentions. I locked my fingers in his hair. I knew I must be hurting him, but I couldn’t make myself stop clenching him.
A second finger entered me. He worked deep inside me, sliding in and out, in and out, lapping my slit, my clit, with long strokes of his tongue and lips. His fingers brushed inside me, raising me towards another climax.
He added a third finger, stretching me wide, the burn stinging and sweet, and when he groaned, the vibrations added to the intensity and another orgasm locked my lungs and stole my breath. He continued to suck and stroke me, prolonging my climax until the exquisite torture began to abate.
Only then did he ease his fingers from me and climb up my body, kissing me deeply and thoroughly. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, undulating my hips against his hardness. He dragged through my wet, sensitive cleft, letting me seek the hardness I yearned for.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to make love to me.
He gathered me in his arms and it took me a moment to realize he stood with me cradled against him. I touched his cheek. “Xander?”
“Not like this. Not on the floor of the gym. You deserve much more than that. And I want my brothers with us, Ella. Do you agree to that? It’s all of us or nothing at all. I can’t…can’t be the only one to have you.”
I blinked as meaning slowly seeped into my brain. He wanted all of us to be together for our first true time. It wasn’t going to be just him. Xander wouldn’t make love to me just on his own.
It was going to be all four of us.
A dark thrill raced through me, the thought that it was wrong, so wrong, merely an inkling. I wasn’t brought up to have a harem of men, but that was just echoes of the Holy Trinity. It wasn’t my own thought.
