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Wanting everything meant making him her fully marked human servant, and she'd not yet taken that step with any human. Female vampires were choosier, usually taking that step as they drew closer to the century mark, whereas male vampires might do it before hitting fifty. But looking at him, restrained by his belt and their mutual desires, she felt a clenching in her lower belly that was part sex, part need, part longing.
God, Selene. Shut up and fuck him already.
She hadn't answered his question, too busy wrestling with her own, but now she summoned a smile. "If you close your eyes, you'll find out if you're willing to give me everything I want."
He sighed, hard, but shut his eyes, probably not realizing his fingers clenched as he did it, a quiver running through all those impressive muscles. His cock just got thicker, standing up tall and eager. She removed the shirt, shimmied out of boots and jeans, leaving on the dark-blue silky bra and matching lace panties. Then she leaned over him, sliding a hand over his biceps on the far side, pressing her breasts to his chest. She blew on his lashes, making him frown and then smile.
"You want to give me everything I want, Quinn, but you think you need to fight about it. I like a fight, for the right reasons. This is not that moment. Let yourself feel. Let me enjoy you."
She straddled him then, and he groaned as she rubbed her lace-clad pussy, the crotch already soaked through, against the length of his cock. Reaching behind her, she cupped his ball sac, a nice weight in her hand, as she rotated her hips on him. "Feel how wet I am?"
"Yeah. Fuck yes. Want your panties off. Want to feel your cunt."
"Then ask me for that. Nicely. Remember 'please'?"
"Please."
"Please what?"
"I want to feel your cunt against my cock. Please."
"Very nice." She stood up, removed her bra and dropped it on the floor. Then she shimmied out of the panties. When she sat back down upon him, she draped them over his face, pushing the crotch against his lips. "Taste, Quinn."
He licked, then his lips closed over the fabric, giving it a gentle suck. She took her hand away, leaving the sheer garment spread over his face like a veil. His nostrils flared beneath thin lace.
"That's all for you, Quinn. When you had Artie shoved against the wall, and I reached out and touched you, I wanted your cock right then. I wanted us to fuck right up against that worthless piece of shit like he didn't matter at all."
She also wanted to rip into Artie's throat, make him howl in pain and gush blood for stealing from Quinn, for feeling like he had a right to take advantage of her cowboy. But she'd save that vicious tidbit. The sex side of being a vampire was overwhelming enough to humans.
"God..." His hips twitched, pressing his cock up against her labia.
"Easy there, bronc," she said breathlessly, tightening her thighs on him. "Keep it in the chute right now."
She reached between them, gripped him. Yeah, he was thick as a tree branch, and when she squeezed and stroked, his thigh and biceps muscles bunched, body straining to stay still. She let him go, stroked her pussy along his length, working him with the moisture between her slick lips as she leaned down and began to taste his chest, his nipples, his shoulders, moving back toward his throat. His fingers stayed clenched around the headboard. He was fighting the restraint, but the arousal was also intensifying because of it.
As she reached the carotid, her fangs lengthened, not to be denied this time. So hungry. She turned her head, lifted it enough to see his eyes open beneath the lace, staring at her through that hazy barrier. His lips parted, seeking air, seeking her. She rose up over him, let him see her body arch as she gripped him once more, guided him into her, controlling the pace, the descent.
"Condom..." He had the presence of mind to protect them both, but she shook her head.
"Not needed, cowboy. Promise. That's the one way you're totally safe with me."
Maybe the only way.
She was sure he wasn't naive enough to let that pass, not normally, but this wasn't normal. That was obvious from how she could feel his passion unfolding beneath her, reckless, uncertain, wild. It was what she'd meant when she'd said if he ever unleashed it for the right woman, his response would overwhelm them both in a way he wouldn't anticipate.
But he wasn't the only one taken unawares by that. As she descended, inch by inch, feeling his cock stretch her, slide in deep, her eyes were caught by his behind that barrier. She should tell him to close his eyes again, but it was as if that lock held them over a chasm. Neither one looking away, knowing to do so would be to fall. The worst part wouldn't be the tumble, but falling alone.
"Free yourself," she whispered.
It took him a couple minutes. He twisted his hands in his bonds, pushed and pulled, strained, while she rode him like she might a cantering horse, enjoying the unexpected thrusts, slides and angles of his cock inside her. He was a good-sized man, filling her in a way that had her pussy spasming, clutching him hard. When he finally got one hand free, that took care of the other. He surged up from the bed, banding his arms around her to drive her down hard and snug on his loins, ripping a cry from her. She bowed back in his hold, gasping as his lips clamped over her right nipple. Gripping his hair, she worked her hips on him in a circular rhythm as he sucked, drawing deep.
"So fucking good," he muttered. "Want to taste your cunt. Taste all of you."
He thrust with the skill of a man who knew how to bring a woman's body to pleasure, and the first orgasm took her fast and quick. Her clit swelled and hardened, pussy gushing over him. She cried out again, digging her nails into his back. It had been too long since she'd gone this route to feed and she didn't know her own strength. She raked hard enough to draw four furrows of blood.
Blood. The scent filled her nose, and she brought her fingers to her lips, tasting what she'd taken from him. He flipped them then, all effortless strength. She was always an on-top girl, so it surprised her how much she welcomed the feel of him on her like this. She gazed up at him as he pressed her into the quilt, kept thrusting, giving her searing aftershocks that had her moaning, holding onto him, taking full pleasure in the ride. Since she stared into his face as he stared into hers, she saw that rigid state that took over right before climax, knew when his body was gathering. She reared up, slid her arms around him. When he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, she spoke against his ear.
"Hold out for me, Quinn. Not until I say. Ssshh, cowboy. Hold..."
He groaned against her temple, kept thrusting, but she felt his body taut as a bowstring, obeying her. It was a drug all its own, none like it.
"Come for me, Quinn," she commanded at last. Then she bit him.
She could release a rush of pheromones with her bite, and she did so now, propelling his orgasm to a much higher intensity, though if his was anything like hers, it was already more intense than expected. His blood flooded her mouth, and she'd never tasted a man who was so every-kind-of-taste she wanted. Bittersweet chocolate, just like the color of his eyes. Leather and sweat, open prairie, the heat of a horse's flanks, sunsets over open land, the terrain she'd driven in darkness since she entered Texas. All of it was in him.
Oh God, she was so hungry. She really had waited too long to feed. A couple of his more thoughtful looks in the bar had suggested he'd picked up on some sense of vulnerability in her, and maybe it was the weakness that came with hunger. That wasn't acceptable in normal circumstances, but all she could think of right now was that he would nourish her, help restore her in so many ways.
She knew how much to drink without endangering him. He'd be a little lethargic tomorrow, but he'd be fine, no worse than an aggressive blood donation. If she gave him the first mark, she could figure out where he was, imagine what he was doing...
It was good she was on the downhill side of her climax when she had that thought, because the shock of it might have stopped her mid-peak. She'd never been tempted to give a man any one of the three marks that were the steps toward making a human a va
mpire's full servant. She was too young, right? Or maybe it was because she'd been dealing with too much shit from Laurent to have time to focus on it.
Quinn might just be wrong time, wrong place. But it didn't feel that way.
The geographical locater, the first mark, wouldn't be too bad. She'd always know where he was, would be able to tell when he was coming to the bar. Of course she'd scented him over a room full of people, so that was a weak justification.
Nevertheless, she did it, releasing the serum as she drank. It tingled through his blood in a way that made him shudder once more, but it also had the least side effects of any of them. It was okay to know where he was. She wanted to know where he was. Always, even when she had to leave him behind as a fond memory. Part of her history.
He groaned out the last of his release, her holding him close. She didn't want to let him go, and he gave a half chuckle against her temple when he tried to shift off her and she merely tightened her grip.
"I'm too heavy."
He wasn't. He was like the shelter in a storm, his heat, his scent, the steady thump of his heart. What was wrong with her? He couldn't protect her. No one could.
"Hey." His hand slid up to cup her skull, to hold her face pressed to his throat and shoulder as she held him even tighter. "You're shaking, honey. You okay?"
"Yeah." She cleared her throat, forced herself to smile before she laid her head back on the pillow. "You're right. You're heavy. Get off."
He gave her a searching look even as he smiled and slid to the side. When he gathered her up against him, it was no hardship to drape over his chest, put her cheek down over that reassuring heartbeat, feel his fingertips stroke through her hair, down her bare back.
She threaded her fingers through his light mat of chest hair, followed the arrow of it to his ridged abdomen, stroked his hip bone and studied his cock, now replete but so obviously capable of giving a woman pleasure. He turned his head, pressed his lips and nose into her hair. It was an intimate position, one that unfurled things inside her. Unexpected things.
