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“Powerful vampires are the top of the food chain. Your kind don’t have to worry about your personal safety often, and you make it a habit to keep out of situations where your safety could be in peril.”
I turned to look at him. “You’re right, of course, and the part you aren’t saying is that your kind are one of the few who can give us a run for our money.”
He pulled into a driveway and I looked around. We were a good ways up the mountain, with a gorgeous view of the river below us and the city beyond. The scents told me multiple vehicles and people had been here in recent weeks and months. He’d said it was a rental unit, but I’d expected someone would rent a place like this for months at a time, and the scents around it said otherwise. “You said this is a rental? Who rents it?”
“Mostly tourists, but it isn’t booked for a few more days, and it’s been cleaned since the last were here.”
“I assume you keep a home in town?”
He opened the door and slid from the vehicle, and I did the same. He wasn’t happy about me asking for safe passage, but he wasn’t willing to talk about where he lived.
* * * *
Ryan
I’d lost my fucking mind, but it looked like we were doing this. I always have a plan, but today, other than bringing her here and getting her home at least an hour before dawn, I didn’t.
I also didn’t want things to be awkward, so the moment we were in the door, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her like our lives depended on it. I wanted my dick inside her, wanted to pound the fuck out of her, show her who owned her, show her what it meant to be fucked by a Slayer.
But in the back of my mind, I knew there needed to be some finesse in there. Somewhere.
Etta seemed to be of the same mind as me, though. She kissed me back with a passion I hadn’t expected, and all thoughts left my mind. She lifted her body despite the fact I had her pressed to the wall, and then her legs were wrapped around my waist and I heard her voice in my head.
I assume there’s a bedroom?
She shouldn’t have been able to telepath without me opening up to allow it, but she ground against my cock and fire ripped through my veins, obliterating all logic. Wild, reckless energy pulsed between us. Her hands were under my shirt, her palms on my back, her nails pressing so I felt every one. Her thighs squeezed my hips, and she moved against my dick in circles, matching my racing pulse.
I walked us to the bedroom and leaned forward to put her on the bed. She had my shirt off before I could stand, and then she sat up and started working on my belt with deft fingers. I leaned to pull her oh-so-sexy boots off, and then divested her of her leggings.
The aroma of pleasure flowed in waves from her into the room. Her scent was all sex, and I breathed it in along with her energy. Her energy. Etta was radiating power, and mine reached out to join hers. Anyone in the vicinity would sense us — a barely contained explosion waiting to detonate, but my senses told me no one was close. I put my nose at the crook of her neck and breathed in her essence.
Moments later, I had her shirt and bra off and managed to get my own shoes off so I could get rid of my pants. She pulled me down so I was on top of her, but this was going too fast. I remembered the need for finesse, for not just fucking her without foreplay, but she didn’t seem to have the same thoughts, because when I backed off, she flipped me so I was on the bed looking up, and she was on top. Etta sat herself on my dick with bliss written all over her face, her scent, her aura. The power of our combined power buzzed against my skin, yin and yang blending together, the competing force fields of two magnets trying to right themselves and swirling like a tornado, faster and faster, a dangerous, sizzling vortex of power.
It should’ve freaked me the fuck out, but it was right. It was exactly right.
But no one fucks me, so I looped a foot under hers and flipped us so she was on her back, and I drove into her — hard and fast, but I dug for finesse while my heart pounded in my chest, pushing everything I had into my engorged cock. It took a half-dozen entries to find the angle that made her eyes roll back in her head, and I swiped a thumb over her nipple. The slim, lithe body under me undulated and moved, fucking me from below, pulsing with a wild energy that drove my own to new heights. Etta gave me every bit as much as I gave her.
There was violence, and passion, and I needed this, but I needed so much more. I wanted to slow down, to enjoy her, but this first joining wasn’t going to be about that, so I went with it.
“Give me,” I grunted. “All of you. I want all of you. Stop holding back, dammit.”
I don’t know how I knew she was. Possibly my Slayer senses, but I think the man in me knew it. I was getting her physicality, but she’d locked the mental pieces of her away, and I wanted them, too.
The next thing I knew, I was on my back and she was riding me. “You’ll get what I give you,” she told me. “Stop overthinking it and fuck me.”
Her dominance was a violent drumbeat, replacing the air in the room with feral power and passion. It seemed wise to give her a few minutes on top before I flipped us again, so I bent my legs and kept up the same vicious pace, fucking her from below.
The muscles moving over her rib cage caught my attention while she writhed and undulated over me. When she looked to the ceiling, I flipped us again, and this time I grabbed her hands and held them beside her head. My blood pounded through my body, heat gathered in my balls. Etta was cool, but it wasn’t a turn-off, as I’d expected it would be, and the more I fucked her, the more heat I felt.
“I want you, Etta. Not just your body.”
I’m not sure exactly what happened next, I only know she gave me what I asked for, and it overwhelmed everything in me. My aura, my senses, my equilibrium. I fucked her hard and fast, and then harder and faster. Etta screamed my name, and I held onto her hands and pressed them into the mattress while my hips hammered into her harder than they’d ever done before. Emotions swarmed through me and battled with her emotions. Tangling legs, twisting senses, a battering of the walls both of us had long ago erected, until everything came tumbling down and we were one.
One.
* * * *
Etta
