could also fan it. While I had no idea what the hell Rogue was in addition to being a vampire, three facts were distinctly clear.
He was a vampire.
He was old.
He was very male.
His cock stiffened further at the first surge hitting his system. He snapped his head up and his teeth away from my throat. The flare of his nostrils and the shift in his eyes told me that I’d found the right circuit.
“Sváss,” he warned me. Jaw clenched, he ground his hips into mine, and the slide of his cock against my clit threatened my concentration, but I just added that fuel to the fire. A shudder overcame him, then another. “You should stop.”
“You first,” I pointed out. I wasn’t the one who threw my naked ass on this bed and went down on me without so much as a may I. I wasn’t the one who kidnapped me out of a prison—granted, I was glad to be out, but I refused to trade one cell and keeper for another.
Rogue began to shake, but his grip on me didn’t loosen. When his eyes flared from blue to pure white, it was my turn to shiver. Nothing natural inhabited that brilliant gaze of pure white light. The shadows in the room retreated, and even the glow from the fire seemed insignificant in comparison to the pure light escaping him.
“What are you?” I had to ask.
“Dangerous,” he replied, and then his mouth clamped down on mine and all that power surged back into me. My lust. His. Like a feedback loop, and I stopped squirming to wrap my arms around him. At some point, he fisted his cock and then pushed into me, and I dragged my other leg up until I had them both locked around his hips.
The piston of his hips slamming into mine should have brought pain, but fuck, it was exactly what I needed and wanted. He filled me with every thrust, the friction generating more heat if possible, until what breath escaped his punishing kiss fogged in the air. His tongue matched his cock for lashes inside my mouth, and I dug my nails into his shoulders. When he ripped his mouth upward, his whole expression was one of tortured need, and I didn’t shy from it, arching up to meet the rock of his hips.
The feel of him working through me lit me up. Fucking and I were old friends, but this was different. This was… I couldn’t hold on to the spiraling thought. When he yanked out of me, I hissed, but the fur fell away as he rose up on his knees and slammed me back when I would have followed him. I got one brief glance at his cock, straining out toward me, thick, curved, and seeming to pulsate.
Oh, mama was intrigued. With one grip of my legs, he flipped me over onto my stomach and dragged my hips up. When he impaled me again, I didn’t bother to hold back the scream or the need to claw at the covers. He wrapped my hair around his fist and anchored one hip with his hand, and then he began to drive every thought out of my head.
The flood of lust filling me redoubled, and I had to send it back to him. His cock seemed to swell, and it took real effort for him to work it into me over and over again. Every drag and push against my pussy lit me up more, and when he yanked me up and back, then slid his hand down to flick my clit, I came apart. His teeth sank into my throat, and his own orgasm flooded me as he roared.
Life suspended on a rocky precipice, pleasure and pain pulling me taut as raw power filled me until it spilled over, leaving only bliss as he pumped inside of me and drained me at the same time.
The world splintered, and I sank into a haze of pure pleasure.
“Fuck,” Maddox’s voice weaved through the brilliant darkness holding me. “Stop.”
I wasn’t doing anything, just riding out orgasm after orgasm as it detonated in my system. My clit hurt, Rogue had teased it so much at this point, and yet even that pain sent eddies of pleasure to drown me. The darkness pulled me down.
“I said stop.” The roar punched down to me and dragged me back to the surface.
Dragon.
Right.
Then hot hands were on my face, and another mouth claimed mine. Where Rogue tasted like ice, Maddox