“Big plans, vampire?” she teased, pulling off first one boot, then the other.
Vincent tugged his T-shirt off over his head and sat down to work on his own boots. “Big vampire, querida,” he riposted.
Lana’s only response was to stand and remove her T-shirt and pants, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties, both of which were simple, black cotton, not lacy, not sheer. Not particularly sexy. But then she stripped them away and, with a coy look over her shoulder, headed for the shower, her naked ass swaying as she pulled the tie off the end of her braid and threaded her fingers through her long hair until it fell like black silk over her bare back.
“Son of a bitch,” Vincent muttered. He made fast work of the rest of his clothes, catching Lana as she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub. He hated tub showers. There was never enough room for a proper shower. But tonight, he especially hated it, because there wasn’t enough room to fuck Lana the way he wanted to.
“I hate these showers,” he said as he pushed in behind her, leaving the shower curtain half open, not caring about the water splashing onto the floor.
“You’re spoiled,” she said, reaching for the tiny, paper-wrapped bar of soap.
Vincent took it from her and ripped off the paper. “I hate bar soap, too.”
Lana laughed. “You’re awfully grumpy. You want me to step outside so you can be alone?”
Vincent grabbed her around the waist. “Not if you value your life.”
She turned in his embrace, her naked breasts pressed against his chest, her head tilted back to look up at him. “You’d never hurt me.”
Vincent lowered his head until their lips were almost touching. “You’re right. But that doesn’t mean you can get away with anything you want. I have my ways, you know.”
“Do you?” She stretched up on her toes, closing the small distance between them as her arms twined around his neck and her mouth touched his. She kissed him tentatively at first, her lips opening slowly, her tongue gliding along the crease between his lips, asking for entry. Vincent slid his hand lower on her back, holding her in place, while his other hand twisted in her long hair, tugging her head back as he took control of the kiss, feeling the heat of her mouth, the delicate dance of her tongue as she explored his gums . . . her gasp of surprise when his fangs responded so quickly that he nicked her tongue, filling their joined mouths with blood.
Vincent swallowed, closing his eyes against the jolt of lust. His cock, already aroused by her naked body, grew even harder at the taste of her blood, pressing against her belly, her skin satiny wet and slick, just like her sex would be.
He growled and lowered his hand to cup her ass, lifting her higher. Lana’s arms tightened around his neck as she curled her leg around his thigh, trying to fit her pussy to his cock. She made a small frustrated noise, no more than a needy little moan, but it sent him over the edge. Spinning her around, he grabbed the soap and lathered it between his hands as he reached around to caress her breasts, pinching her nipples into hardness until she laid her head back against his shoulder with a pleasured sigh, covering his hands with hers as he stroked down over her belly, as his fingers dipped between her thighs.
She gasped as his fingers slipped deeper, as he began pumping her with long, slow thrusts, while his thumb toyed with her clit, rubbing circles around it, grazing over the tight bundle of nerves without quite touching it. Lana wiggled against him, trying to maneuver his hand where she wanted it, to force his teasing fingers into giving her what she needed. But he held her in place, his other hand still cupping her breast, pinching one nipple, then the other, his mouth at her neck, kissing and sucking, tasting the damp saltiness of her skin, reveling in the scent of her blood so close.
Lana slid her hand between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his cock where it was nestled against the firm cheeks of her pretty butt. She stroked him once, twice, then released him, only to reach back and grab his ass, holding on as she rubbed herself against him, squeezing his cock against the tempting curve of her backside. Too tempting.
Vincent cupped her breast a final time, pinching her nipple until it was bright pink and swollen, and then he slid his soap-covered hand between their bodies, stroking down into the cleft of her ass, finding her opening and dipping inside. It was as slick as her pussy. And then, as Lana’s nails dug into his thighs, as her cries filled his ears and her pussy squeezed his fingers, as she came so hard that she bucked in his grip, he slid his cock into the hot, tight channel of her ass with a groan of pleasure. This was perfection, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, his cock buried in the velvet heat of her ass, her helpless cries in his ears as multiple orgasms rocketed through her body.
Vincent forced himself to move, to pull his cock out of the warm caress of her body, but only long enough to plunge it back in as he began fucking her pussy with his fingers, sliding his cock in and out of her ass . . . and piercing her vein with his fangs as he bit into her neck, drawing on the rich fullness of her blood.
Lana screamed, her already-overwhelmed senses shaken anew by the euphoric in his bite. She convulsed in his arms, every muscle in her body tightening, squeezing down on his fingers, his cock, even his fangs as she snaked an arm around his neck and cupped the back of his head, holding him inside her.
Vincent groaned deep in his chest, the searing heat of his own orgasm building hotter and hotter, until it poured forth, filling Lana with his fiery release, contracting his own muscles until he thought he, too, would scream with the delicious pain of it. Until finally, he lifted his head, Lana’s blood dripping from his fangs, and her name on his lips.
LANA MADE SURE the No Molestar sign was out, then she closed the door and checked the locks, settling the swing bar securely into place. She was both more tired and more relaxed than she could ever remember feeling. Multiple orgasms would apparently do that to a person, which was something she hadn’t known before meeting Vincent. She didn’t know if his incredible sexual prowess was a vampire thing or a Vincent thing, and she didn’t care. She only knew what she felt when he made love to her, and pretty much all the rest of the time, too.
Vincent was on the phone when she walked over to the bed, his dark eyes lifting to meet hers. He was talking to Michael, but he pulled the covers back and patted the mattress next to him in invitation. Was there a woman alive who could resist that? Lana smiled at the exaggerated look of seduction he was giving her. Because, really, a naked Vincent was all the temptation she needed.
Before joining him, she checked the load on her Sig and left it within easy reach on the side table. Vincent didn’t think Enrique knew where they were, not yet anyway, but she wasn’t taking any chances. If someone came through that door, she was going to assume they were up to no good and react accordingly.
Just for good measure, she tucked a knife under her pillow before sliding beneath the cool sheets.
Vincent disconnected and tossed the cell phone on his side table. He pulled her into the curve of his hard, muscular, and unbelievably gorgeous body.
“Michael says hi.”
“What else does he say?” she asked, turning to face him and rubbing an appreciative hand over the firm planes of his chest.
“He’ll get the plane in the air as soon as he can after sunset tomorrow. Jerry and the others asked to come with him. They want revenge.”
Lana frowned. “Carolyn, too? Is that wise?”
Vincent shrugged. “She has the right to be in on the kill. I left it up to Mikey, but he tells me she can handle it.”