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He shrugged, as if giving voice to the answer was a step he couldn't yet take, despite the admissions he'd already given to her.
"You seem a little isolated yourself," he said instead, opening his eyes and looking up at her. "You work a crowded room like the friendliest person alive, but the reserve is there, keeping them all at arms' length."
"Vampires aren't social," she said. "Not even with each other, at least not that way. When we get together it's more politics than potluck. Usually someone ends up dead or wishing they were."
He held her gaze. "I don't know what to believe when you talk like that."
"It doesn't seem to bother you all that much. Which means you have an exceptional tolerance for someone crazy running your bar or," she slid her finger down the side of his throat, tracing his pounding pulse there, "something in you already knows the truth and is okay with it. Which both intrigues me and tells me I should leave before bad things happen to you."
He closed his hand over her wrist, a gentle hold. "No. That's not what I want."
"Since when is anything about what you want?" But her brittle smile wasn't unkind, and he saw a trace of sadness in her eyes. That flash impression of the many things moving at too deep a level inside her for him to get a handle on it had his fingers tightening on her.
"Let me give you pleasure."
She cocked her head, considered. "I notice your staff here calls you 'boss'. Is that what everyone who works for you calls you?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
She nodded. "Will you call me Mistress, Quinn?" Withdrawing her hand from his touch she stepped back, gloriously naked, her gaze sweeping him. She answered before he could.
"Whether you will or not, that big cock of yours jumped at the idea of it. You can't imagine how amazing you look in only those chaps. I want to eat you alive. Stretch out on the bed. I'm ready for a hard ride."
Chapter Five
Selene watched him comply, moving onto his heels and then standing. In that position he towered over her, but she didn't retreat. He paused, his expression gripped by an amazement that caused her to lift a quizzical brow. Setting his jaw, he put his hands to her waist, slowly lifted her off her feet, biceps flexing in a very attractive manner as he raised her over his head.
She was reminded of the Dirty Dancing scene when Patrick Swayze lifted "Baby" over his head. Quinn's expression was almost as absorbed as "Johnny's" and made butterflies jump in her stomach. She tried to stay away from movies and TV, because Laurent had frowned on it, saying it was never a good idea for vampires to get too involved in human culture, but she'd watched that one in defiance, curled up in her crappy hotel room, in need of some sense of controlling her own destiny...even if it was simply watching a goddamn movie.
Quinn held her there. "There's nothing to you," he said in a wondering voice. "You're just this little girl, but you have the eyes of a chupacabra."
"What or who is that?"
"A creature of supernatural legend that kills its victims by piercing their throats and draining their blood."
She stared at him. "That's what I remind you of?"
"Only the eyes," he told her. "You have the same hungry look in your eyes."
"Maybe it's you I'm hungry for," she murmured.
Still holding her gaze, he lowered her back to the floor, their bare bodies so close. "The bed, cowboy," she said.
He released her waist but held onto her hand, so that when he moved to comply, he drew her along with him. She stood at the side of the bed as he stretched out, and when his fingers slipped from hers, she felt their loss. "Arms over your head. Grip the rails, just like before. I don't want anything in the way of taking my pleasure."
As he obeyed, she had to draw in a breath at the beauty of his rugged male form. The mileage and scars just made him all the more appealing to her. She traced every muscle of the six-pack abs, the crescents of his pectorals, the bump of his nipples and the light layering of gleaming hair across that terrain. She teased his navel with a fingernail and earned a squirm, a half-snort, half-chuckle that made her smile. Then she curled her fingers around the thick root of his penis, and his face got intent again. He breathed her name as she tugged on him, dug her nails into his balls, made him arch up with a hiss.
"Spread your legs out wider."
The pleasure of his obedience speared her. He understood it, deep down, and seeing it come to the surface of his consciousness was as great a pleasure as the response of his cock. More. When he'd made that shift earlier, from what he thought was expected of him to what he truly wanted, she'd wanted to fuck him to oblivion right then and there. The willingness to set aside his perceived greater strength and size, the capitulation of his mind, handed to her with trust in where she would take him...it was all the best parts of power and pleasure.
When she'd been turned into a vampire, she'd learned the meaning of the word helplessness. It was only when she discovered that vampires had a genetic disposition toward sexual Dominance, and even the weakest vampire had the right to exercise that over humans of her or his choosing, that she found an escape from how nightmarish her life became at times.
It also put her in touch with something about herself that made her not regret so much the circumstances that had brought her to that state. She just resented the assholes who had seemed to inundate her life since then. She wasn't running from what a vampire truly was--only what the vampire world demanded she be. It was a shame Laurent and his ilk didn't comprehend the difference, and she was nowhere near high enough on the food chain to teach it to them.
So it was time to focus on the here and now. "What do you want, Quinn?" she asked, putting her hands on the bed and sliding onto it on all fours over him like the dominant predator she was. She bent her elbows, blew lightly on his testicles and all up along his shaft.
"To fuck you."
"Hmm. The right intent, but not quite the right answer. Try again. Here's a hint. Who am I?"
Those dark eyes fastened on her face. She saw him struggle with it. Was it too soon? Or had it been locked away in him for so long, in this moment clogged by lust and intensity, it would shove past his reservations and logic, all vestiges of caution?
He swallowed, and she realized she'd gone preternaturally still, something she tried to stay aware of and avoid, but in a highly charged physical or emotional state, her youth as a vampire showed. She was holding breath she didn't have to take.
"My Mistress."
Fire swept her, and she knew he saw it in her eyes, because his cock did that eager jerk again, his balls drawing up as she scraped her fangs along them. In their normal state, her fangs looked like sharpened canines, but for feeding they gained a quarter inch, giving her a deeper penetration. His eyes widened as she lifted her head and he saw them.
"Again." She realized her voice sounded like a growl, and his breath rasped in his throat.
"My Mistress. Mine. Please...fuck me. Let me give you the ride of your fucking life."
Her cowboy, being possessive. It twisted him even deeper into her heart. She slid up his body, dragging her breasts over his cock, cupping them around his shaft, using his pre-cum to lubricate the movement. He thrust in instinctive reaction and she chuckled.
"No movement unless I say," she chided. She made him keep his ass glued to the bed as she worked his cock between her breasts, fingering her nipples as he watched with glazed fascination. His whole body was one quivering cord of male power, waiting to be unleashed.
Rising onto her knees, she took hold of his cock. He was right about the differences in their sizes. Her fingers barely wrapped around his base, and when she straddled him, she felt the pleasurable strain as she spread her thighs over him. He was a big man and she loved that about him. A big, rough man who worked with his hands, whose ambition was a successful ranch and the ability to enjoy quiet, open spaces. His idea of a romantic night would be lying in his truck bed, staring up at a star-filled sky, sharing a six-pack and talking until dawn came. She couldn't imagine anything mo
re simply perfect than that. Even if she couldn't stay until the rising of the sun. Even if she could never be the woman in that truck with him, planning a life of babies and what to make for dinner.
Selene, shut up and fuck him.
She lowered herself onto him, letting pure lust-filled bliss take over as that meaty cock stretched and filled her.
"I want to touch you." He sounded as fierce as she had a moment before, that same growl in his voice.
