Page 31 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
I blinked into the shadowy hallway but didn’t immediately see him.Focus on your slayer sense, he’d said. I took a breath and blocked out everything but him. Then, finally, there he stood, just as clear as a few seconds ago while wrapped up in my lips.
I grinned. “I see you.”
And damn, I liked what I saw. Especially the massive bulge straining against his jeans and the way he gazed at me as if I were a thing to be worshipped.
“I see you, too. A goddess of the night if there ever was one.” He held out his hand as if in invitation.
Goddess of the night. I liked the sound of that. If I couldn’t rally everyone to call me that instead of vampire slayer, then maybe I could use it as a band name.
Plucking out my cotton balls, I crossed toward him as blood pounded between my ears and took his hand without hesitation, without knowing exactly what I was RSVP-ing for. But I could guess, and I was perfectly okay with it because it felt right. Just like Eddie and Jacek.
Sawyer had said to focus, so I did. The firm grasp of his hand. The slight tug to pull me deeper down the hallway. The crash of my heartbeat as he led me into a bedroom.
Decorated in rich browns and reds, it was just as comfortable-looking as the rest of the house. A large armchair with ornate engravings up the back sat in the far corner next to an enormous bed. Extra-large furniture for an extra-large vampire. Next to my hip stood a dark oak desk, polished to a high shine, with a pair of headphones similar to what an operator might wear lying next to a laptop.
“Do you moonlight as a phone sex operator?” I asked.
“No. I’m an operator for the suicide prevention hotline.”
I whirled to stare at him in wonder, a sudden knot constricting my throat. How was it that I’d stumbled into this nest filled with vamps with so much heart? What kind of lottery had I won when they’d offered to help when I needed it the most? I was the luckiest girl alive.
“There are a fair amount of vampires who call in, but I listen to the humans, too. Sometimes that’s all they need.” He shrugged, a casual gesture at odds with his clenching jaw. “It helps me atone for all my sins.”
I nodded, though I wished I could help him shoulder the burden he carried. Though he was doing what he felt he needed to, and all of it was good, I had to wonder what sins he thought he’d committed. Not murdering slayers like the rest of the Brotherhood. He’d made that crystal clear. Others, maybe? He was a fierce warrior, but with a heart bigger than his chest.
“Hey,” he said, his voice much lighter than it had been. “You said you were going to take your clothes off when you walked in.” He pulled me to him and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m still waiting.”
I laughed, a breathless, happy sound that sounded almost foreign. My body flamed hot as he wrapped his arms around me. “I was waiting for your help.”
A slight smile quirked his lips as he trailed his fingertips down my spine, storming vibrant pulses underneath my skin. His touch, while cool, melted my clothes off of me while I fumbled for a ridiculously long time with the zipper on his jeans. I was shaking with impatience like a dirty little slayer. Chuckling, he helped, thank goodness, and then we both stood there naked, holding each other while he kissed me deeply.
I’d been held before, but I’d never felt as close to anyone as I did right then. His long, hard cock rubbed at my lower stomach. I wanted to rock my hips against it, stroke it, and take it into my mouth, but I also wanted to be kissed and held like this forever.
This was different. This wasn’t wild and kinky like with Eddie or hard and fast like with Jacek. It was slow and sensual, an intoxicating burn I could feel all the way inside my soul. A welcomed, healing distraction.
“Are you sure about this, Belle?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I said, just as I’d been sure about Eddie and Jacek.
Sawyer led me toward the bed and sat, scooting up farther so I had room to spread my legs over his hips. I was more than ready for him, so wet and aching that I reached down and may have squeezed his cock a little too hard between my fingers. He growled and flashed his fangs. Oops. But he seemed to forget all about it when I sank down on top of him. He groaned and lay back, settling his hands on my hips.
Inch by slow inch, I sank farther down, my slick walls accommodating his impressive length. Once he was inside me all the way to the hilt, I found a slow rhythm, forcing myself to take my time like he had.
He gazed at me, his eyes now a vibrant red, with that same worshipping expression while little shudders rippled down his six pack and the sharp V of his hips. It was empowering to see my effect on him as I rode him, to be in so much control over this mountain of a man, when throughout my life, I’d had no control. Being chosen as the slayer so young. Losing my mom. Being chosen as the devil’s bride. Not being able to live past the age of twenty-one because of some big bad evil named Paul. None of those were choices I would have ever made, but this... I wanted to choose all three of my vampires. Scratch that. I’d already chosen them.
Sawyer lifted his hips to push into me farther and groaned. He was close, so I slowed even farther to draw our pleasures out. I took his hands from my hips and held tight to them, my heart expanding with warmth at what I’d found in this magical house. Not just three vampires, but an extensive library, training, and focus. Food for my slayer mind, body, and spirit.
With happy tears watering my eyes, I smiled down at Sawyer and pressed my lips to the palm of his hand. As if reading my thoughts, he pulled my head down toward him and kissed me until I saw stars.
Bent over him as I was, the new angle created amazing friction against my clit, and my hips pumped faster. A throbbing pressure mounted inside me. I broke the kiss then moaned into his neck as he slid his hands over my ass so he could grind up into me. My orgasm spiraled out of me in long, intoxicating pulses.
A second later, he came inside me with a great roar. The trembling walls of my pussy clamped down around his twitching cock to milk it out of him.
“Bite me,” I begged. “Please.”
He shifted my neck closer to his mouth and bit down, his fingertips caressing my face. I melted against him while we continued to ride our orgasms, and then lay joined together, our bodies limp, my heart filled to the brim.
But with just under three hours left until my twentieth birthday and a visit from a demon, I sincerely hoped my heart, including this feeling, could stay mine.
