full and far different than anything she’d experienced so far.
How would it be if he fucked her now?
He groaned. “You’re so freaking beautiful. I’m tempted to
use the paddle right now, ’til you scream, beg me to fuck you.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him already.
But his next words halted her train of thought. “Before
that, I want to eat your pussy. Would you like that?”
Not waiting for an answer, he removed the butt plug and came
forward to free her cuffs. Startled, she jerked upright when he turned her
around and pushed her on the bed. She parted her legs as he moved between them.
He adjusted her, hands gripping her hips, so that her ass lay at the edge of
the bed, her thighs balanced on his waist as he bent down. His warm hands
trailed upward, cupping, kneading her aching breasts.
His erection teased her clit and he hissed at the contact at
the same time as she. His palms tightened on her breasts and his fangs
elongated as she watched with a horrified fascination.
A low growl escaped his parted lips.
She’d expected him to kiss her, maybe even bite her during
her climax. But the sudden change in him seemed too much, too soon to process.
“First, I need to taste you so badly.”
His gruff voice sent a bolt of panic through her, even as he
descended toward her neck.
No!
Chapter Seven
Elena tensed, pushing on his chest, unsure if her refusal
echoed in her mind or if she’d really screamed. Dreading the unexpected prick
of his fangs, she scrunched her eyes. Panic clawing her throat, she lashed out,
wanting, no, needing some air.
His hands moved to her shoulders, soothing her, steadying
her. “Look at me, Lena.”
She dug her nails into her palms. “No!”
“Please?”
She shook, whimpered, even as his voice coaxed her to open
her eyes. His gaze was intent, focused on her, but the expression on his face
melted her heart. The raw tenderness calmed her insides and she realized his
fangs had receded.
He looked as pained as her, and maybe more.
“What happened, Gregory?”
“You!”
Her bewilderment must have shown on her face, for he took a
deep breath and ran his hands over his already mussed hair, his eyes bleak.
“You brought out the bloodlust in me.”
“I don’t understand. How?”
He caught her face between his palms, kissing her forehead.
“I keep my need for blood and my sex separate. Since the day you called—from
the moment I heard your voice—I’ve been possessed. Possessed by this need for
you, this constant urge—to fuck you and to taste your blood.”
Oh God! It meant she’d enticed him through the phone. The
thrall she’d kept under wraps managed to entice him to seek her out. What had
she done?
Tears blinded her eyes. She tried to pull away from his
grip.
“Don’t twist. I’m controlling myself with a lot of effort as
it is.”
His words had no impact on the terror spreading through her.
She didn’t want to harm him further. If he fucked her, came inside her, he
could very well die. And she couldn’t lose the only person she’d come to care
about.
He needed to go. Now.
“Lena. Please!” His sharp voice splintered her mind-numbing
fear. She focused on the rough timbre of his words, trying to calm her
breathing. She glanced into the rugged, handsome face that’d become so dear to
her in a couple of hours. His full lips moved. He was still speaking? The buzzing
in her head subsided as she concentrated on him. “Listen to me. Try to
understand what I’m saying.”
Even while his words ignited her own doubts, she asked, “Is
this, what you’re experiencing, normal?”
Please tell me it’s not my siren’s curse at work.
“The legends of one woman capable of exciting and yet taming
the monster inside us are rumored to be true. There’re so few vampires around
and none I know has found their mate—or whatever.”
She fervently hoped it was true. The need to connect with
someone burned within her so much that in her heart she
How would it be if he fucked her now?
He groaned. “You’re so freaking beautiful. I’m tempted to
use the paddle right now, ’til you scream, beg me to fuck you.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him already.
But his next words halted her train of thought. “Before
that, I want to eat your pussy. Would you like that?”
Not waiting for an answer, he removed the butt plug and came
forward to free her cuffs. Startled, she jerked upright when he turned her
around and pushed her on the bed. She parted her legs as he moved between them.
He adjusted her, hands gripping her hips, so that her ass lay at the edge of
the bed, her thighs balanced on his waist as he bent down. His warm hands
trailed upward, cupping, kneading her aching breasts.
His erection teased her clit and he hissed at the contact at
the same time as she. His palms tightened on her breasts and his fangs
elongated as she watched with a horrified fascination.
A low growl escaped his parted lips.
She’d expected him to kiss her, maybe even bite her during
her climax. But the sudden change in him seemed too much, too soon to process.
“First, I need to taste you so badly.”
His gruff voice sent a bolt of panic through her, even as he
descended toward her neck.
No!
Chapter Seven
Elena tensed, pushing on his chest, unsure if her refusal
echoed in her mind or if she’d really screamed. Dreading the unexpected prick
of his fangs, she scrunched her eyes. Panic clawing her throat, she lashed out,
wanting, no, needing some air.
His hands moved to her shoulders, soothing her, steadying
her. “Look at me, Lena.”
She dug her nails into her palms. “No!”
“Please?”
She shook, whimpered, even as his voice coaxed her to open
her eyes. His gaze was intent, focused on her, but the expression on his face
melted her heart. The raw tenderness calmed her insides and she realized his
fangs had receded.
He looked as pained as her, and maybe more.
“What happened, Gregory?”
“You!”
Her bewilderment must have shown on her face, for he took a
deep breath and ran his hands over his already mussed hair, his eyes bleak.
“You brought out the bloodlust in me.”
“I don’t understand. How?”
He caught her face between his palms, kissing her forehead.
“I keep my need for blood and my sex separate. Since the day you called—from
the moment I heard your voice—I’ve been possessed. Possessed by this need for
you, this constant urge—to fuck you and to taste your blood.”
Oh God! It meant she’d enticed him through the phone. The
thrall she’d kept under wraps managed to entice him to seek her out. What had
she done?
Tears blinded her eyes. She tried to pull away from his
grip.
“Don’t twist. I’m controlling myself with a lot of effort as
it is.”
His words had no impact on the terror spreading through her.
She didn’t want to harm him further. If he fucked her, came inside her, he
could very well die. And she couldn’t lose the only person she’d come to care
about.
He needed to go. Now.
“Lena. Please!” His sharp voice splintered her mind-numbing
fear. She focused on the rough timbre of his words, trying to calm her
breathing. She glanced into the rugged, handsome face that’d become so dear to
her in a couple of hours. His full lips moved. He was still speaking? The buzzing
in her head subsided as she concentrated on him. “Listen to me. Try to
understand what I’m saying.”
Even while his words ignited her own doubts, she asked, “Is
this, what you’re experiencing, normal?”
Please tell me it’s not my siren’s curse at work.
“The legends of one woman capable of exciting and yet taming
the monster inside us are rumored to be true. There’re so few vampires around
and none I know has found their mate—or whatever.”
She fervently hoped it was true. The need to connect with
someone burned within her so much that in her heart she
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