“Sorry, not a chance. Tonight is all about… Yes. Feeling.” A soft kiss alighted on my hip bone like a butterfly, then vanished, only to reappear on my knee. “Tasting,” Darius said, his tongue dragging seductively down my calf, swirling over my ankle bone. Then, fingers fluttering between my thighs, “Anticipating.”
He let the word linger on the air as he increased the pressure, grazing my clit with teasing strokes that quickly turned hot and fiery—and then stopped.
I am going to die. And then I’m going to come back from the grave and kill him, too.
Pressing my lips together to hold back a desperate moan, I waited breathlessly for his next kiss, his next teasing touch.
It didn’t come.
Minutes passed, then slowed, then stretched into an eternity. Scenting the air, I noticed his whiskey-and-leather scent had faded. Save for the storm raging against the window and the muted sounds filtering from the rest of the lodge, the room had fallen into complete silence.
Did he actuallyleaveme like this?
Rules be damned. I opened my mouth to call out for him. No manorvampire got me all worked up, only to leave me helpless, unable to even take care of myself.
But before his cursed name reached my lips, my sexy, sneaky, commanding vampire was on his hands and knees on top of me.
Naked.
Hard.
And still not close enough. Never close enough.
“You seem flustered, little vampire,” he teased, grazing my throat with his fangs, his tongue. The tip of his cock brushed my clit, still shielded by the underwear I was quickly growing to hate. “Are you not enjoying the game?”
“No, I’m not,” I huffed.
“Liar. I could scent your desire clear across the room.” Without warning, he tore my T-shirt down the middle, as far as it would go with the straps locked around my lower ribs.
My nipples pulled tight, and he took one into his hot, wet mouth, sliding his palm across the other. He sucked and licked, teasing me with his fangs, buzzing his lips over my flesh until I ached, my hips undulating beneath him.
I arched my back, ever so slightly, and Darius bit down, then soothed me with his tongue. The pleasure was so concentrated, so intense, so…
Oh, fuck… How is this happening already?
“Darius!” I cried out as the orgasm suddenly claimed me. I clenched the sheets at my sides, straining once again to break my binds. He hadn’t even fully touched me yet—not where I needed it most—but somehow, he’d brought me all the way to the edge and pushed me right over.
Darius moaned softly, but he didn’t relent. His hair spilled forward over my flesh as he tongued me, and I longed to run my fingers through it, to hold him against me and ride out these insane waves, but I’d surrendered my body to him completely, and it was clear my vampire wasn’t going to relinquish even an inch of that control.
I’d just started to regain my balance from the retreating orgasm when his touch evaporated once again, only to be replaced by the weight of his full body pressing down on top of me. In no more than a heartbeat, he tore off my underwear and slid inside me, steely and hot, his own control quickly unraveling.
The rules of the game continued to blur as we lost ourselves in each other, Darius no longer pretending to have even amodicumof restraint. He wanted this as badly as I did, and as much as he’d enjoyed teasing me, raw desire had finally claimed us both.
He was wild, kissing and biting, lips and teeth and hands exploring every accessible inch of skin. He gripped my ass, and without warning, slid a finger between my cheeks, delicately teasing. At my soft groan, he slipped a finger inside, and I gasped, the shock immediately replaced with pure pleasure.
“You like being touched like this,” he said. Not a question.
I nodded, mute. Lost to the new sensations he was unlocking inside of me.
“Have you ever…?”
I shook my head, knowing what he was asking. No one had ever touched me or done anything else to me there, not like that, and the feel of it as he stroked me in time with the thrusts of his cock had me bracing for the next wave. The pressure was already building, winding me tighter.
“Perhaps,” he said, pushing in deeper, slowly, “we’ll try something a bit larger next time.”
Fresh heat flooded my core.
“With so many of us desperate to touch you,” he said softly, seductively, “we may need to start getting more creative. One from behind, another in front…”
