She nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in. “Some wil ask that question and ascribe that motive to me. More wil think about it.”
“Fuck ’em.”
“Nooo…” she crooned, nibbling behind his ear. “We have a deal: exclusivity and convenience. You f**k no one but me.”
Elijah’s hands cupped her shoulder blades, keeping her close. He tilted his head to the side, giving her total access to the thick artery in his neck that carried his life’s blood. Such a submissive gesture by so dominant a male—one that came at great cost, she knew—stirred her blood. The hunter in her stretched in anticipation, while the woman in her melted.
With perfectly gauged strokes of her tongue, Vash expertly plumped his vein. She felt him swal ow hard and she smiled. “Did you know a vampire’s bite can give the sweetest sexual ecstasy?”
“Why do you think I won’t let you feed off anyone else?”
“I was too far gone to see to your pleasure in Vegas. I’m sorry for that. I want to please you, Elijah. I want to make you happy.”
“Trust me. I got mine in Vegas.” His hands, those warm and wonderful hands, slid down her back and cupped her bu**ocks, rocking her onto his raging erection. “And you please me al the time, in so many ways. But if you want to make it up to me anyway, I won’t mind.”
“Don’t you?” As she dragged her fangs delicately across his throat, she couldn’t fail to feel the fine tremors rippling through him. “You’re an apex predator, and you’re about to be another predator’s snack.”
“I’m a man,” he retorted gruffly, “who’s about to lie back, relax, and enjoy his woman riding him to a mind-blowing orgasm.”
“Why, you chauvinist,” she scolded with laughter in her voice. But her smile faded when she pul ed back to look at him. His face was etched into tense lines and his eyes, those jeweled eyes that saw right through her, were aglow. The man could tease, but the beast inside him was struggling with being food for another being. She gentled him with soothing strokes of her hands through his hair. “You don’t have to do this, Elijah. I can take a wrist from someone else. Quick and clean.”
“No.”
“A woman, if you prefer. We could go to a den. You could f**k me while I feed. It might turn you on to watch—”
“No, damn you.” His voice was deep and rumbling, nearly a snarl. He caught her by the back of the neck and yanked her to his throat. “I’l be the one who gives you what you need. Do it.”
Closing her eyes, she sucked in a deep, shaky breath and found her focus. His pleasure was more paramount than her need to eat, because she understood the gift he was giving her and how much it violated the very core of the predator he was. Taking pleasure from penetration took time for an Alpha male to adjust to. Some never did. She couldn’t bear for Elijah to regret feeding her. And if she was honest, she would admit she hoped he’d enjoy it enough to want to do it again. To ask her to do it to him.
Vash licked her dry lips and parted them, her tongue stroking along the vein in a lover’s caress. Twining her arms around his torso, she distracted him with the press of her br**sts into his chest. Then she struck, sliding her fangs into the wildly pumping surge of rich, intoxicating blood.
He cursed and stiffened, then groaned as the rhythmic pul of her mouth was echoed by her sex around his cock. Holding his head motionless with one arm wrapped around his nape, she ran her other hand up and down his rigid back. She withdrew her fangs and licked the wound closed, sucking softly on his skin. Her mouth brushed along his throat, nibbling and kissing. When he relaxed, she struck again in a different place, sinking her fangs deep. Her cheeks hol owed on a long, drawing pul as he began to come.
He hissed, grinding her hips onto him, spil ing into her.
Drunk on him, she fel into the memories carried by his blood, selfishly seeking out his thoughts of her—the possessiveness, the pleasure, the pain. In return, she flooded his mind with her own thoughts of him. Making him see how he felt inside her, the fire that burned through her when she looked at him, the deep respect and admiration he inspired in her, and the ache that only his passion could sate.
“Vashti.” He jolted as she milked him into another climax, his big body shuddering as she came along with him, delicate muscles gripping him in the most intimate of embraces. Raw sounds of pleasure vibrated from his throat against her lips, rough groans of desire, a craving that was never ful y appeased.
Her hunger quenched, Vash retracted her fangs and sealed the twin punctures, massaging the vein that hammered with his roaring blood. With her hands on his shoulders, she shoved him back, her mouth curving as he sprawled beneath her. He was panting, his eyes bright and hot. Leaning over him, she raked her nails down his chest and lifted her hips, then lowered again, stroking his length with the slick clasp of her body.
She didn’t have the words this time around. She’d had them with Char. She’d had them as an angel. But she didn’t have them now, with him.
They were bottled up in her throat, burning.
But the beauty of Elijah was that he didn’t need them. He knew. He accepted her and wanted her the way she was. He grasped that her body could say al the things she couldn’t voice aloud. Her vampire body, which so perfectly connected to the primal sexuality of her lycan’s.
“Take what you need,” he said gruffly, understanding. “Whatever you need. And give me everything in return.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, riding him slow and sure, absorbing the powerful shock of pleasure every time she took him to the hilt. “I need you to come again. I need to feel it inside me.”
“I’m a man,” he pointed out, clearly amused. “There’s only so often I can do this without recovery time.”
Her mouth curved in a slow, delighted smile. “You’re stil hard.”
“You’re stil naked and f**king me.” He cupped her br**sts, rol ing and tugging her painful y tight ni**les with his forefingers and thumbs. “Don’t worry about me. I’m getting mine watching you get yours. Feeling you squeezing me like a fist. A hot, tight, perfect little fist. An orgasm is a just a bonus when the ride is this good.”
Vash straightened and ran her splayed hands down his taut pectorals and rippling abs. Pine needles dug into her knees, but she didn’t care. She had him again, right where she needed him—with her, connected to her, with nothing at al between them. No rank, no roles, no half truths or evasions. They were as bared as they would ever be. Committed. He was hers; she could make that claim now. And she was proud to be his.