Page 19 of Another One Bites the Lust
“But so right,” he murmured. Then he licked down my midriff and lower still, to my inner thighs, tormenting and torturing me with a yearning for more.
“Don’t tease me,” I begged.
He finally relented, his tongue unbelievably magical as he drew out my pleasure in a blinding climax. When I returned to my body again, I crawled out from under him, emboldened to take the lead.
I slid down his thick shaft, taking him all in, as my fangs lengthened and slipped out of my lips. “Sorry.” I covered my mouth, not wanting to ruin this moment by terrifying him.
“No, it’s okay,” he insisted and pulled my hand away. “Natural. Trust me, I’ve wanted to bite you too.”
I searched his eyes. Did that mean?—
He reached up and captured my lips in a searing kiss, then pulled away a fraction.
“Do it, Celeste,” he urged. “Bite me.” He leaned back down and turned his head, exposing his smooth, tanned throat.
My fangs itched as my excitement grew. A hunger rose in a way I’d never felt before. I ground up and down on him as the pressure built inside.
I bent down, brushing my lips against his neck, where the steady thrum of his heartbeat whispered to me. I could swear I heard his jaguar rumbling within, spurring me on to claim him. The scent of salt and musk on his skin mingled with the arousal coursing through the air, intensifying my thirst.
And then I rose higher, and higher, and—clamped my teeth into his throat. Van let out a low moan and gripped my hips so tightly it would leave marks. The second his delectable blood flowed over my tongue, something happened—something unexpected. I hadn’t felt it in that way since I was human.
My heart thumped.
CHAPTER 12
VAN
The sensation of Celeste sucking at my neck was unlike any experience I’d ever had. Sensual. Surreal.
My body was on fire, more sensitive than it had ever been, every touch a shockwave. A primal call sang in my veins, urging me to mark her, claim her.
The pressure built as she drank from me. I bucked beneath her, feral with lust, as our slick bodies ground against each other. I sensed her growing closer, and I was right on the edge with her. When she shattered, pulsing around my cock with exquisite tightness, I lost control and surged into her with a feral growl.
“Mine.”
I heldon to Celeste through the early afternoon, not wanting to leave, but I had to eventually get up and meet the band. I practically floated into the practice space.
“Someone’s got a shit-eating grin on his face this afternoon,” Damien teased.
Caleb grinned. “Must mean he got with the hot vampire last night.”
I raised a finger, wagging it. “A gentleman never tells.”
The three of them exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
“You are not, and have never been, a gentleman,” Caleb shot back.
“Well, perhaps I could be,” I countered. “You know, being around those who are more sophisticated, rather than the rough sort.”
Damien rolled his eyes. “One night with a rich vampire, and suddenly you’re sophisticated?”
I should strive to be because Celeste was and she was out of my league. And how soon would it be before she tired of me? If I wanted her to take a chance on me, I had to step it up.
That night, we played a ‘90s set—Stone Temple Pilots, Audioslave, Nirvana—and near the end, my dark-haired beauty, stepped into the lounge. She might as well have been a beam of moonlight. My entire body lit up at the sight of her.
She watched me with those keen, sharp eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. I saw a hint of awareness in them, as if remembering our night together. Was she having second thoughts? No. I would prove to her that we were right, that we were meant to be.
After the final song, I wrapped things up with the band, thanked the crowd, and practically sprinted over to her.
