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“Why can’t you be afraid, like a normal woman would be?” he sighed, exasperated, fighting the upward motion at the corners of his mouth. “For God’s sake, you were attacked and bitten by an angry vampire a day ago. Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Because you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Eyes narrowed, he lunged for me. I tensed and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable plunge of fangs through my skin, but instead felt a cool, insistent pressure at my mouth. Cal’s tongue slipped past my lips to claim my mouth. He kissed my chin, the little indentation above my lips, my throat. I clung to him, clutching at his faded navy work shirt. We slid down the wall, sinking to our knees on the floor.
Cal threaded his hands through my hair, pulling me close, pressing my breasts against his rough shirt. I rose on my knees, giving his hair a gentle tug back as I rolled my hips over the rigid bulge in his lap. He shuddered, throwing his head back as I rode up and down. My heart stuttered as I moved, sending wondering fluttering sparks from my belly to my thighs.
“Is this your idea of hurting me?” I asked, my lips curling up. He dove, cutting me off by closing his mouth over mine, cupping my face between his hands. Swallowing a giggle, I attempted to scoot away, but he anchored me with a hand splayed across my back. He moved my hips in a circle, trying to re-create that delicious grinding pressure.
I tilted my head, running my lips along the rough line of his jaw, nibbling the point where the bone met his throat. Cal slid his hand up my spine, dragging my bra straps down my shoulders. He nibbled from my collarbone down to the swell of my chest, tracing the top of each soft swell of flesh with his tongue. I ran my fingertips along the ridge of his stomach muscles before dragging the shirt over his head.
My bra clasp snapped, leaving my breasts to fall forward into his waiting hands. At the sight of them, high and firm and plum-tipped, he growled again and shoved me back against the wall. He eased the skirt down my thighs, pulling my legs free. He dragged his mouth along my bare ankle, tickling the delicate bone with the rough pad of his tongue.
Twisting his neck at inhuman angles as he moved, he nibbled my shin, my kneecap, the back of my knee, my inner thigh. When he reached my panties, he pressed a kiss to the fabric just over my heated flesh. He gently bit the soft skin just below my belly button, moving up to take one nipple into his mouth as he kneaded the other in his hand. I sighed, arching into his mouth as I threaded my fingers through his dark hair.
I rolled over him, settling my weight on his hips, easing his zipper down. I shook out of my little cardigan sweater, dropping it to the floor. He dragged his mouth across my throat, nipping on the sensitive area just below my ear. His hands stayed busy, fingers tracing and touching and testing. He slid two fingers inside me, plunging in, twisting up to nudge at that elusive spot inside me. I yelped and threw my head back as I convulsed around those cool digits, whacking my head against the wall. His thumb circled, using the right amount of pressure to tease. He spread my thighs farther, hitching my free leg over his hip as he entered me in one swift stroke.
I pressed my hands against his chest, stilling as I adjusted to him. He glided his hands over my face, his eyes sweeping over me as I slowly squirmed over him.
Cal kissed my lax mouth as he moved again, thrusting gently at first, then building as I angled my hips in time with his. I dragged my nails down his back, sliding my hands around his butt as the muscles clenched and released. I felt the pressure coiling inside and knew I was close. I raised my hips so he could slide against that spot and cried out when he struck home.
He nuzzled my neck, his fangs scraping the skin over my jugular. I tilted my head, offering up my vein, but he trailed kisses down my chest. He worried the skin above my left breast. I guided my hand around his head, pressing his mouth against my neck.
“It’s OK.”
The whispered words seemed to echo across the empty room. His dark eyes locked on mine, he pressed a kiss over my heart. Then he sank his canines through the skin. I gasped, a pulse of pleasure rippling through me as the blood welled into his mouth. He drew at the wound, and it felt like a pleasantly rough little string linked my core through my belly to the wound, chafing and tugging with every pull. He timed his thrusts with each tugging sip, increasing his pace. My legs tightened around him as the first flutters of my orgasm began.
I thought he would follow. I was waiting for it, for quite some time, relaxed and happy as he manipulated my body into different angles and positions. In fact, I was waiting so long that kisses were exchanged, buttons were pushed, and I ended up falling over the edge again. My muscles tensed to the point of pain, clutching him close as a low purr built in his throat.
Clearly, this was why so many humans were having sex with vampires.
He gave a hard thrust, breaking his grip on my neck to shout out in a language I didn’t understand. I tipped my forehead against his as my own release settled over me.
He slipped his hand up my neck and cupped my jaw. I took his thumb into my mouth and sucked hard. Cal yelped, and I grinned at him. He thrust one last time, and I bit down on his thumb. He gave an exaggerated frown and tugged his hand away.
I snickered as he lowered my back to the floor. “Hey, you bit me first.”
“Yes, but my bite was finessed and served a purpose.” He growled, nuzzling the mark he’d left on my chest. “Your bite was meant to tease me and to remind me how I’ve ignored your apparently talented mouth.”
“Teasing implies that I wouldn’t follow through,” I reminded him, pressing my teeth against the skin just over his nipple.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He sighed as I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him down to me. “The final death of me.”
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I woke up feeling weak-kneed and sore, which made a certain amount of sense. I’d been drained of blood and treated to a vampire sex marathon. A stay at a four-star spa it was not.
Cal was likewise sprawled on the floor in some sort of postcoital coma. I had ridden him and wrung him out like a sexy washcloth, a thought that made me giggle ridiculously. He looked so big and male, but not out of place, naked on my living room carpet.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t want me going to the Council office on his behalf. So far, this whole ordeal had been pretty tough on Cal, as a vampire and a man—particularly one raised in his time period. I understood that it stung to rely on me so completely, but honestly, why did he want to do things the hard way? The longer his investigation took, the more people would be in danger. He was at risk, and so were Gigi and I. It made more sense to get all of the resources he needed as quickly as possible.
I glanced at the clock. It was only nine-thirty. Gigi was still studying at Ben’s. The Council office was open until two A.M. And if the blissed-out, slack condition of Cal’s face was any indication, he was going to be out for a while. He probably wouldn’t notice if I slipped out …
Better to apologize than to ask permission, I mused. I could get into the office more easily than he could. And I could probably get back before he woke up. I grabbed my purse from the table and stepped silently toward the door.
I looked down at my nakedness and did an about-face toward the stairs. First, I needed pants.
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