“You like me,” he murmured, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, which was plump and swol en from his kisses.
“I want you. There’s a difference.”
“I like you.”
Vash turned her head away from his mouth. “Don’t.”
“Trust me, I wish I didn’t.” He settled comfortably in the cradle of her thighs. “You shouldn’t be afraid of liking me. I won’t use it against you, except when I need my c**k in you. You’l like that, too, once I show you how it’s real y going to be between us, without al the bul shit you pul ed last night.”
He nuzzled his nose between her br**sts, breathing in her luscious scent now mingled with his own. “There’s no chance that us liking each other wil change our agreement. You like that about me, too—that I keep my word.”
Her hands lifted to his waist and he hummed his approval. He was a lycan; he liked to be touched. Petted.
“You’re trying to piss me off,” she said, before sinking a fang through his earlobe.
The sweet nip of pain swel ed his dick to the point of aching. Provoked, he rocked his hips against hers, nudging against her cleft. “Why would I do that?”
“You k-know why.” Her slender arms wrapped around him. “I know why.”
Because a pissed-off Vashti he could deal with. It was the newly discovered, tormented one that shredded him. She was so strong and fearless.
To see such a magnificent woman reduced to cowering fear offended him deeply, made him want to rip something—or someone—apart.
Her fingers walked down his spine, eliciting a soft growl of pleasure. “Thank you for irritating me.”
“Actions speak louder than words. Touch me, Vashti.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” The way he needed her to but wouldn’t explain, not after the rough night they’d had. He could want her and like her, but needing her was too much. Didn’t make any damn sense. But then he wasn’t at his best now. In some ways, perhaps, the violent upheaval in his life had left him as raw as she was.
She moaned when he plumped her tit in his hand, then hissed as his mouth surrounded her and his tongue flicked lightly over her hardening nipple.
He also liked to lick.
“Mmm…” She arched her spine, pushing her lushness into his working lips. “You’re a breast man.”
He was a Vash man, but kept that to himself. Instead he wal owed in her, breathing in the cherry-sweet scent of her that drove him out of his mind.
She responded by pushing her fingers into his hair and kneading his scalp, holding him close. His eyes closed on a groan. A shudder racked his frame.
“Can you be so easy to pleasure, lycan?” she asked softly.
“Why don’t you try and see what happens?”
CHAPTER 8
“Father.”
Syre glanced over at his son standing in the doorway and took one last, deep drink from the wrist at his mouth. He licked the wound closed and lifted his head, looking into the dazed blue eyes of the sexy brunette who’d been feeding him. “Get some orange juice, Kel y, and go lie down for an hour or two.”
She blinked, coming to a ful er awareness. Her mouth curved as she focused on him, completely unaware that she’d just donated a pint of blood to his diet. “Come with me.”
“I’l join you,” he promised, looking forward to it. Kel y was hot to get f**ked, having come into Raceport for the express purpose of indulging in as much booze and sex as she could get her hands on. He’d careful y cultivated Raceport to become a premier destination for bikers and their babes, needing the adventurous transients to fuel the proliferation of cabals and covens in the area. The abundance of sexual partners was a side benefit he hadn’t considered in advance, but was certainly appreciative of now.
Sex was one of the few activities in his life that made him feel…human. For a little while.
Pouting, she pushed to her feet and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. Her midriff was bared by her cropped tank and her legs were exposed by super-short cutoff jeans. Her slender arms were covered in sleeves of tattoos, and her navel was pierced with a tiny silver ring. Syre enjoyed the view despite its inability to truly inspire him. He preferred a different sort of female, mature and discerning, but he’d long ago realized what a mistake he was in those women’s lives. He could give nothing but physical pleasure, which eventual y turned into emotional pain. So he’d learned to ignore what suited him best in favor of partnering with women whom he best suited, even though that was very rarely one and the same.