“But it can’t happen again. It really shouldn’t have happened to begin with.”
He snorted and his full lips tightened with displeasure. “How can you say that? I know you felt something.”
“Maybe I did. But we both know you’re not a long-term relationship kind of vamp—”
“How the hell would we both know that?” he growled.
“How old are you?” She arched a brow. “Several centuries old at least. And yet you’ve never been married, never been engaged.”
“Maybe I hadn’t found what I was looking for,” he argued.
“Maybe you never will.”
“Maybe I have.”
Sable shook her head, squelching the flutter in her stomach, and started down the hallway again. “Whatever, Derek.” She dismissed his statement with a wave of her hand. “It was fun, but now it’s over. Let’s not ruin the memory by arguing.”
“Are you finished?” he ground out.
“Definitely.” She kept walking as he slowed.
“Good.”
He gripped her elbow and dragged her into an interrogation room on the left. Before she realized what was happening, he had her pinned to the wall, his mouth on hers, his tongue thrusting through her parted lips.
His long fingers moved through her hair, cupping the back of her head to position her as he wanted. The man kissed the way he fucked, deep and possessive, with a skill that stole her ability to think or move. His hips pressed hers to the wall, his erection hot and heavy against her lower belly. All around him she could smell his desire, heady and overwhelming, pure and gratifying.
Sable melted into him as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth and his hands caressed her body with centuries’ worth of devastating knowledge. He tasted so unbelievably good, like sin on a stick, and she wanted more. Much more. Her job was so lonely, her work all-consuming. Only Derek understood the rigors. His body offered a solace she had found nowhere else. Touching him, holding him was a much-needed respite and an intimacy unlike anything she’d known before. It was wrong to want him and hopeless, but she couldn’t help it.
Tearing her mouth from his, she tugged his head lower, bared her fangs and sank home in the powerful expanse of his neck, claiming him, because he’d claimed her. Instantly the rich, intoxicating taste of his blood, aged like a fine wine, poured down her throat. She felt him probing her mind, coaxing and encouraging until she didn’t care where they were. All she cared about was Derek, his big body and talented hands, the sinewy length of his muscles beneath her appreciative fingertips and the potent strength of his blood flowing into her.
Sable fed for long moments, writhing against him in an agony of lust. His blood should soothe her, calm her. Instead it heated her from the inside, making her skin tingle and her nipples peak tight. He caressed the length of her spine, holding her close, rocking his rock-hard cock against her clit. She ground her hips into that bulge, wanting to come with near desperation. Feeding was, by nature, a sensual act, but with Derek it was so much more powerful than the physical need to orgasm. It was almost instinctual.
“You know,” he breathed, his deep voice vibrating against her lips. “It’s never been like this for me.”
Was he talking about the lust? she wondered.
That too, but also the gifting. I’ve never really appreciated it before.
Reluctantly, Sable withdrew her fangs, lapping at the tiny punctures with her tongue to seal them. When she leaned back to look at him, Derek’s silvery irises were swirling like molten metal.
Gifting—the exchange of blood between vamps. It wasn’t for sustenance. It was a gift, an exchange of the precious fluid that was the center of their existence. To some vamps, it was no more intimate than a kiss. To others, it was a deeply personal act, more so than intercourse.
He lifted her and carried her, his sexual intent clear. The room was small, windowless and metallic. The only items inside it were the small table he set her down on, a single chair, and a very horny master vampire.
“Someone will come in here,” she whispered, a token protest.
“I’ll keep them away.”
“How?” As soon as she asked, she knew, somehow, he could do as he said.
“Trust me, baby,” he urged as he pulled her to the edge. “You’re mine. I won’t share even a glimpse of you with someone else.”
Sable hiked up the short, flared skirt she wore and shimmied out of her thong while Derek hit the catch on his uniform and shrugged his torso out of it. He pushed the garment down to his thighs, releasing the magnificent cock that had driven her to insanity just two days before. It was long and impossibly thick, beautifully shaped with a thick roping of veins that pleasured her from the inside.
“I love your body,” she groaned as he stepped between her spread thighs, his cock in hand and aimed for her creamy opening. His chest was broad and sculpted, well-formed muscles flexing as he stroked himself, making his shaft harder and thicker.
“It’s all yours, Sable.”