Page 24 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
I smiled down at Jacek, and his answering one held a devious curl that flared all sorts of wicked thoughts through my head. Like a breaking dam, we sprang together. I dipped my head to his. He captured my lips with a hungry growl, parting my mouth with his tongue to explore deeper, to taste more. The fingers of one hand speared to the back of my head so he could kiss me harder. His other hand tracked lower down my spine and over the swell of my ass to press me against the hard length of his cock. I moaned into his kiss as I ground against him, letting my body reign.
Eddie’s bite on my inner thigh tingled, not painfully but as if urging me on somehow. Yet I wondered what he would do if he saw Jacek and me right then, devouring each other on the living room floor. Would he be jealous? Would he really be okay with this?
Even as I thought these things, I couldn’t stop myself or the intense pleasure zinging through me. My hips thrust into Jacek’s, and somehow I was even wetter than I’d been while in the kitchen. I grazed my fingers through the short stubble of his dark hair to grip him tight.
With one arm braced against my back, he flipped me around so he was on top and settled between my legs again. His kisses were ravenous and left me breathless. His hands slipped under my shirt, trailing goose bumps behind his fingertips. He palmed my breasts over my bra, his cool touch instantly pebbling my nipples into hard, aching points. I pressed myself into him, a plea to touch me, to take me, and hard.
A split second later, a tearing sounded. My breasts spilled free underneath my Spongebob T-shirt, and then he peeled both the broken fabric of my bra and my shirt up my rib cage and over my head.
A devious sparkle glinted in his now-red eyes after he’d lifted the shirt over my head. “No sponges were harmed while getting you naked.”
“I’m not naked yet,” I breathed.
He grinned. “I knew I forgot something.” One of his hands sank down the back of my yoga pants and panties, chilling my skin with a delightful shiver, and he worked both down my legs.
I lay spread out for him, completely naked, and Jacek swept all of me with a look like adoration. My body heated, not just with want but with awe. What had I stumbled into with these vampires? Something totally unexpected, but exactly what I needed.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
“You’re not naked.” I smiled and twirled my finger as if to speed his undressing up.
He growled, and in a flash, he hauled us both to our feet and flew us across the living room. Somehow while carrying me, his pants snaked out behind his feet. Then a wall behind me caught me by surprise, my breath whooshing out, and Jacek’s chest pressed into my front. With my back braced against the wall, he lifted my legs around his waist, stepping his gloriously naked body closer, and sank his cock inside me.
I cried out at the sensation, caught between pain and pleasure, while I accustomed myself to his size.
He moaned into my mouth, his hips stilled, the barest prick of a fang honing every nerve in my body to his touch. Then he started moving, driving all thoughts off a cliff. I gazed down over his shoulder at the muscles flexing in his ass and beautifully scarred back, hypnotized by the power rolling over him like ocean waves. He was a thing of beauty.
And he knew how to fuck. Every thrust tightened my pussy almost to the brink, dragged my aching nipples against his chiseled chest, and chased our kisses deeper and faster.
I dropped my head back to the wall when one of his hands found my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Jacek,” I breathed. “Don’t forget to bite me.” I needed him to do it, to mark me as his, just like I’d been marked by Eddie. As proof to the demon that I was tainted.
He pressed his smile to my mouth. “Oh, I won’t forget.”
I laughed and then crushed him to me again. He gripped me hard around the waist, his hips moving like a piston. His kisses grew rougher. He sank his hand down my ribs to my thigh and then between my legs to my clit. I gasped as electrical currents zipped outward from my core. I moved my hand there, too, stroking his cock, slick with my juices, as he thrust into me. A shudder rolled through him, and I knew he was close.
“Fuck, Slayer. You feel so good.” He pressed harder against my clit, massaging it with his thumb.
With a breathless moan, my back bowed against the wall, as if my body were hurling itself at this vampire who knew exactly how to bring my orgasm crashing down. One more flick of his thumb and I was there, clinging to him and soaring to the night sky at the same time. I cried out into his kiss, and my pussy squeezed around his cock.
He brought my wrist to his mouth and bit down hard as he came inside me.
I moaned at the feel of him sucking my blood while the aftershocks of my orgasm still shot through my body. My hips rolled against his, still riding that high. Then when the living room lights grew impossibly bright, he withdrew his fangs and his cock, his signature grin in place.
“So that’s part of my version of slayer training,” he said.
“I like your version way better than mine.” I pushed myself away from the wall on shaky legs, glad that it was still there behind me in case I lost the ability to stand. Or walk. A good fuck would do that to you, apparently, a lesson I’d first learned with Eddie. Vampires were damn good lovers.
Jacek trailed a finger down my jaw, his touch so gentle when minutes before it had been anything but. Not that I was complaining. I liked both, so much it made my heart ache.
He grazed his thumb across my lower lip, watching my mouth intently. “My bite linked me to you. If you need help, just say so and I’ll come running. Or I could just come with you tonight.”
“Patrolling?” I shook my head. “Paul is my problem. I can’t let him think he’s gotten to me. Besides, that could send the wrong message. I can’t have vampires thinking I’ll open my legs for all of them. I only save myself for the devastatingly hot ones.”
“Devastating, huh?” He stepped close, glided his hand to the back of my head, and then kissed me with as much passion as he’d just fucked me.
A slayer could really get used to this.
