Page 22 of The Vampire Kingpin
She tensed beneath me. “I never…”
“That’s what I thought.” The primal part of me loved that in this one thing, she was still a virgin. “But you’ll let me, won’t you?”
I slid a finger into her pussy. The muscles contracted.
She hissed, her hips jerking. “Oh, gods…”
I sucked her clit, pumping my finger and out. “I’ve got you, baby. But tell me I can drink. Tell me you want it. I promise I’ll make it good.”
I nibbled her clit, and she nearly levitated off the mattress. Then, chest working, she nodded her head.
“Out loud,” I prompted. “I need your words.”
“I want it, okay?” Her teeth sank into her plump lower lip. “I want to feel your teeth. I want…everything.”
My belly tightened. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this eager to fuck a woman. I was literally humping the bed.
I licked her thigh, drawing in her delicious, fuckable scent. I had two fingers in her now. She was clenched tight around me.
“More?” I pumped my digits in and out.
“Yes, please.” She turned it into a chant. “Please, please, please…”
I extended my fangs and plunged them into her thigh. Her flavor exploded into my mouth.
The aphrodisiac from my saliva entered her bloodstream at the same time and she wailed, high and unintelligible. Her cunt clamped around me, over and over, as she came on my fingers.
My mind blurred with a dark pleasure. But I didn’t drink—not yet. This time was about her. I’d promised it would be good, and like I’d told her, I kept my promises.
I licked the tiny wounds, sealing them, and as she went limp with the aftermath, I crawled on top of her. “Turn over.”
She drew in a jagged breath, then came onto her hands and knees looking like something out of a dirty movie, all smooth curves and sheer black stockings.
My hand landed hard on her bottom. “That’s for stealing from me.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped out.
“Too bad.” I spanked her again. “You’re still in trouble.”
She pushed her ass up to me, wordlessly asking for more. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, dropping her head so her forehead was on the sheet. “I won’t do it again.”
“Let’s make sure.” I gave her several more slaps while she squirmed on the mattress, babbling an apology. When her behind was nice and warm, I slid my fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit. She was wet from the punishment and her orgasm.
“Now I’m gonna fuck you,” I said against her ear. “Keep that ass up for me.”
I waited for her nod, then grabbed a condom from the nightstand. As supernaturals we didn’t have to worry about STDs, and it was rare to knock up a woman who wasn’t your mate. Even so, I was always careful to wrap up.
Returning to the bed, I positioned myself behind Lark. Taking her by the hips, I dropped a kiss between her shoulders, then pressed into her, a slow, sweet glide that made my jaw clench with sheer pleasure.
She squirmed to get even closer to me, and I forgot about being slow, thrusting into her hard. Her hand crept between her legs.
“Dirty girl,” I said against her nape. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
Her soft-skinned ass writhed against my groin. “Harder.”
I liked her begging. I slowed my strokes again. “Say please.”
When she just shook her head, I bit her shoulder, and she arched her back, a raw cry escaping her lips.
