Page 70 of Road Trip with a Vampire
Whatever tether he’d been keeping on his restraint snapped at my words. Before I could catch my breath, he was kissing me again, hard and desperate. His mouth was everywhere.My mouth, my neck—he couldn’t kiss me fast enough, couldn’t cover enough of my body with his lips and tongue. He kept his vampire canines hidden behind his lips for the moment, but I knew they’d come out later.
I wanted them to. Now that we were here, and doing this, I wanted the aphrodisiac pleasure that only a vampire bite could bring.
Peter flipped us on a growl, pushing me onto the couch before leaning back on his haunches. Gods, his body was the stuff of my filthiest daydreams. I sent up another silent prayer of thanks to whoever Human Peter had been for making him look likethis.His pleasured gasp was so loud when I reached up and slowly circled each nipple with a fingertip that I wondered how long it had been since someone had touched him like this.
I pushed the question out of mind as I slid my hands downward, tracing along his defined abs. It didn’t matter.Iwas touching him now. His reactions only emboldened me, making me want to touch him again and again.
Without warning, his hands shot up, encircling my wrists like a vise. “No more teasing.” His tone brooked no opposition. He hauled me into his arms with ease, maneuvering me like I was a doll in his arms, before settling me on his lap. My body was putty in his hands, needing no encouragement beyond a simple touch to do exactly what he wanted. I’d have been embarrassed by how much my body was reacting to his, how easily he got it to do exactly what he wanted it to do, if I weren’t so fucking turned on. Every nerve ending in my body was alight, thrumming with need.
When he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, the sound I made was barely human.
“Peter.” I grabbed at the back of his head, twining my fingers through his soft hair, tugging. Pulling him closer. Seconds stretched to minutes as all rational thought fled. The gentle suction of his mouth, the swirl of his cool, wet tongue—it was electric. Liquid fire in my veins. Better than magic. I needed him inside me. We were still too far apart. “Please.”
Everything that came next was pure instinct. Lifting up onto my knees before taking him in my hand, then sinking back downagain, impaling myself on his cock, inch by delicious inch—I could no morenotdo these things than I could stop breathing. Every slide of his cock inside me pulled raw, guttural noises from him, his hands gripping my hips tight as he roughly guided my movements. This was raw; this was dirty. But gods, it feltsogood to be with this gorgeous man. To forget about the responsibilities waiting for me back home, the problems I had with my magic—everything in the world besides this exquisite pleasure.
Peter needed the same escape, I realized. We writhed together for endless moments, his hands on my hips guiding me as he thrust up into my body with increasing abandon. This was Peter unleashed—his head thrown back against the couch, his dark eyes glazed with a feral lust that kindled the flames of my own desire. His mouth hung half-open, and his fangs were on full display, the self-control that had him hiding them behind his lips when we’d started slipping a little more each time I lifted myself up and then took him deeper inside.
Gods, it had been so long. My climax hovered, fever bright and just out of reach. My power, simmering just beneath the surface, rose up inside me. It threatened to burst forth, cracking me open and splintering everything into a thousand brilliant pieces. I buried my face in Peter’s neck, wanting to draw this out as long as possible as he continued to fuck upwards into me.
I’d had some fumbling hookups in the past few years, but I hadn’t actuallycomewith another person in a long time. I tended to lose control when I did. Peter accepted what I’d told him about my past, but what would he think if I—
“Let go,” Peter rasped against the sensitive shell of my ear, the pitch of my breathing and the way my body now clenched around his telling him how close I was. He gripped my hips tighter, moving me up and down as his thrusting grew faster, more erratic.
“I can’t,” I whimpered. It was all I could do to get out the words. Everything inside me was tight as a drum. “If I let go, I’ll—”
“I want to see it,” Peter growled. He leaned forward, attaching his mouth to the side of my throat, right at the pulse point. The tips of his vampire canines pressed gently against my skin, just hard enough for me to know they were there. He wouldn’t bite me unless I wanted him to; the words to tell him anything at all, though, were beyond me. “Show me what you can do, Zelda. How powerful you are. I want to see.”
His hoarsely whispered encouragements sent me straight to my cresting, gasping release and I came with a shout and an indescribable burst of pleasure. My body pulsed once, then again and again, the power I kept tucked away racing down my spine and bursting out of me with every sharp thrust of his hips. Peter groaned brokenly, and then hehowled, his body as taut as a bowstring beneath me as the energy rippling from my body wrapped around us both. It pulled him more deeply inside me, stroking him, recognizing him as the source of my pleasure and reciprocating in kind. I was distantly aware of a large gust of wind buffeting the room, of lamps being knocked off end tables and wineglasses shattering, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was our bodies writhing together and our mutual, all-consuming pleasure.
“Please,” he begged against my throat. “Oh gods, Zelda—please.”
I collapsed against him as my climax receded, the warm afterglow of it leaving me boneless and blissed out. But he was still on the edge, frantically chasing a release he’d be unable to reach from this alone. He needed my blood—as much of it as I was willing to give him. His thrusts into my body were desperate now,erratic, his mouth glued to the side of my neck like the flesh there held all the secrets to his happiness. He would never find release from this alone, but I knew he’d fuck his fist endlessly before demanding anything I didn’t want to give.
Convenient, really, that we wanted the same thing.
I grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face even closer. Offering myself to him. His loud intake of breath was cool against my sensitive skin. It sounded like agony and ecstasy all at once.
“Do it,” I breathed. “Now.”
A hoarse cry, and then his teeth were in my neck, the puncture wounds from his canines the most excruciating kind of pleasure-pain I’d ever known.This, right here, was why people were so obsessed with vampires. Why they wrote countless stories about them. Why they fantasized about taking vampires as lovers. Every long pull of blood Peter took from me sent screaming pleasure sizzling down my veins, through my blood, between my legs. My eyes went wide, unseeing, as I came a second time, even harder than the first.
Peter came unglued beneath me, snarling now as he drank, and fucked, and drank. And then he pulled away, not wanting to take too much, burying his face in my shoulder as he shuddered and shook through his own release.
We lay together like that for what might have been hours, with me still perched on his lap and his arms wrapped tightly around me. When our breathing finally returned to normal, I turned my head to check in on what all that crashing glass had been.
I burst out laughing.
Peter cracked open an eye, frowning. “What?”
I pointed behind me at the wreck I’d made of the room. “That.”
It was worse than I’d expected but not as bad as it could have been. Thathadbeen shattering glass I’d heard, if the pile of shards where the wineglasses used to be were any indication. The lamp from the entryway table was on the floor, its lampshade clear on the other side of the room. Strangest of all, the cushions from the room’s other couches and chairs were standing on end.
I had no idea howthathad happened.
But nothing had caught fire, and other than the wineglasses, nothing in the room had been destroyed. We could afford to replace the glasses, I thought.
I decided to take it as a win.
