Page 72 of The Vampire's Thirst
She tugged back. “Galena said the rooms are that way.” She waved her thumb toward the back of the Shed.
“They are. I’m looking for a little more privacy.”
A quick fuck in a backroom was his MO, but Jace wasn’t that kind of female.No. She was a knee-length-skirt female.The worst.They tied a male up in knots, cut off his balls, and trapped him into mating. But here he was, escorting her out the door, all rational thought sprinting from his brain. He hoped he’d draw the line long before she tied him down with a strong half-hitch.
Good plan.Fuck and forget.
Outside, he drew her in for another kiss, held her close, and whispered in her ear. “Is this what you want?”
Her smoky blue eyes fixed on him as she nodded.
They portaled to outside his place, arm-in-arm, their palavering easy. He escorted her to his studio apartment in Covenkirk. It was small, a couch which converted to a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom. He didn’t have time to care for anything bigger, but he kinda regretted not being able to show off something more spectacular.
Hell.
He forgot to make the bed. The sheets were clean, though. The floor wasn’t covered in discarded clothes.
With his tongue down Jace’s throat, he backed her up until her legs ran into the mattress. He explored every sweet crevice of her mouth as he unbuttoned each tiny pearl. He slipped the sweater down her arms, letting it fall to the carpet.
Breaking from her lips, he gripped her shoulders, pushed her away, and admired the view. She might dress like the girl next door on the outside, but inside was a different story. She was all siren, luscious curves and soft flesh. No red bra today. She wore a see-through black one. Ripe nipples stood out behind the sexier-than-hell bit of lace. He dropped his head to suck a nub into his mouth. He nipped and licked until the fabric was wet and the bud peaked.
Jace arched into him as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
When he heard the snap, he slipped the straps off her shoulders. Tyr molded his hand to her firm mounds while gazing into her hooded eyes. He watched her reaction as he stroked, licked, and plumped. First one breast. Then the other. “Do you like that?”
Her voice was sexy, throaty. “Yes.”
He ripped off his jacket, dropping it to the floor.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she yanked the whole thing over his head. Her roving hands warmed his bared skin.
Her eyes widened. Amazement? Thrill? Disgust? “You have rings through your nipples.”
“Uh-huh.” Tyr pulled her in, skin to skin, letting her feel his piercings up close and personal.
Jace dipped her head and tugged on a nipple ring with her teeth. “I like it.” She licked around it.
That answered the question. The female was thrilled.
“Pull harder.” Tyr pressed the back of Jace’s head, his arousal biting into his zipper.
Damned if she didn’t. She plucked at it until a delicious pain rode through his body. He shoved a knee between her legs and sent her falling to the bed. As he dropped onto her, he bunched her full skirt to the waist.
She helped him by wiggling out of her panties while he rolled to the side, watching. Skinny but perfect. Pale skin. Long legs and strawberry curls where her thighs met. “Bend your knees. I want to see you.”
Her flesh turned a rosy pink, but she did as he asked. Tyr kneeled between her legs, pushing them wider. His eyes skimmed from her face to her pussy. “Delicious.”
He kissed the inside of her thighs, heading toward her sweet spot.
Her hands fisted his hair. “Please.”
“Please what? What do you want?”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can.” He flicked his tongue between her wet folds as she squirmed in his hold. He peeked into her half-lidded eyes. “Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
