Page 13 of Space Vampire
“And that leaves ... this much room?” He puts his hands out, touching both sides of the pod interior.
“Yup.” We’ve removed two of the stasis pods to add a bit of room, but with the supplies in place, we’re still basically tighter than a small elevator or an old-timey phone booth. There’s no bed, just the stasis pods to lounge in. If we leave the lid off, I guess it’s not so bad. But we’re going to be pressed tit to tit for the next four months. “I hope you’re not claustrophobic.”
He considers that for a moment and then shakes his head. “I have been in and out of tubes ever since I awoke. This is roomier than usual.” He taps the opposite wall and then eyes me. “You are the one that is being faced with hardship. How does this feel to you?”
“It feels like an escape, and that’s all I care about.” I could cry about the cramped conditions or work myself into a panic about the thought of hurtling through deep space in what amounts to a phone booth, but the alternative is spending the rest of my life here as a poodle, and that’s not going to happen. And it’s not about just me. More than anything, Vlad needs to get away. He’s told me about all of the experiments they’ve run on him to try to “fix” his vampirism, and I worry what will happen when they realize he can’t be fixed. Clones aren’t real people to these aliens, any more than I am. They’ll just destroy him.
So we need to go, and this method works as well as any other.
I drape my arms dramatically over my head and lean back against the stack of tightly packed supply bags, like a heroine in distress. “This’ll be fun. We’ll just pretend we’ve fallen down a well together.”
“Why would we go down a well together?” He arches a thick brow in my direction, his skepticism making him look deliciously saturnine.
“Maybe we didn’t go together. Maybe I’m just a sweet, helpless woman and you’re the well monster, looking for a snack to nibble on.” I flutter my lashes playfully. “Oh, woe. Woe, indeed.”
Vlad puts his hands on either side of my head, looming over me. “Youarequite tasty.”
“I like to think so,” I whisper, heat surging through my body. I arch my back, thrusting my breasts in his direction. “Don’t suppose you’re hungry right now?”
“Always,” he agrees, his hot gaze locked on my face. “You want to be touched, don’t you?”
I bite back the needy sound rising in my throat as his gaze skims over me. “You know ... we could practice some other things in the pod, since we’re already in here.”
“Like what?” He leans in, going for my throat, and his nose whispers over my skin.
“Like having sex.”
Vlad groans, his mouth moving up my neck to kiss along my jaw and then on my mouth. “You want me?”
God, I do. We’ve flirted at this for a week now. He’s touched me and drunk from me, and we’ve kissed and cuddled. We’ve snuggled in bed together every night. We’ve even showered together. We’ve been inseparable since that first time he drank from me ... yet he’s never asked me for sex. I’m tired of waiting. I want to be touched. I want to be filled.
God, do I want to be filled.
“I do,” I tell him. “We might as well see what we can accomplish in this cramped space, because something tells me that we’re not going to make it four months without making love at least once.”
“You only want to do it once?” He grins even as he nips at my lower lip with those big fangs of his. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“You make me sound greedy.”
“I like you greedy.” He kisses me once, then twice. “I like all of you, but I especially like you greedy and demanding.”
“That’s good, because I definitely plan on being greedy and demanding with you.” I lift my leg and hook it around his hip, dragging him closer. His hips brush against mine, rocking there, and I moan when he presses his cock to the center of my core. “I think you should kiss me.”
He growls low in his throat, the sound feral and delightful. “I plan on doing just that.”
Before I can make another sassy comment, Vlad’s mouth is on mine. I moan against his lips, drowning in the feel of his conquering mouth. Then his tongue slicks against my own, and I lose all coherent thought. The only thing that exists in my world is Vlad’s hungry mouth. For a man that was created in a medical lab a short time ago, he sure can kiss the hell out of a girl. There’s something about the way he kisses me that makes me crazy. It’s not that he wants to devour me. It’s that he wants tosavorme. Each kiss is thoughtful—intense but thoughtful—and it’s like I’m his favorite dessert that he’s taking small, careful nibbles of because he wants to prolong his enjoyment of it.
I pull away from the kiss to catch my breath, panting, and curl my fingers against his skin. “I want you to make love to me.”
He continues to nibble on my lips as if they fascinate him. Tiny, nipping little kisses over and over again. “Right here? In this cramped pod?”
“Right here. Right now. I want you. I’m going to want you on the trip, too. So we need to give things a trial run, because if we can’t manage to have sex in here, I’m tossing out another bag of noodles.”
The look he gives me is positively roguish. “Oh, I’m certain I can make everything fit.”
Does he know what kind of joke he’s hinting at? Because I’ve seen what he’s packing in quick glances here and there, and while I do think he can fit, I also know it’s going to take a lot of lubrication. Luckily for both of us, I’ve never been so damn wet in my life. “Come here so I can touch you.”
“We are touching,” he says, but he ignores my attempts to pull him upward. Instead, he kisses my collar, toying with the high neck of my simple dress. I give up and caress his shoulders instead, watching in fascination as he works his way down my front. He kisses the tip of each breast, glancing up at me and watching my reaction. When I bite my lip, he spends more time nibbling on my nipples through the fabric until I’m moaning and squirming against him.
