angles. And just look at that giant cock. When he wrapped his fingers around his erection and lined it up to my entrance, I nearly swallowed my tongue. Watching him, how he handled himself with such ease and confidence, was beyond orgasmic inducing. Slowly, he slid inside. We both let out a groan. He pulled out and pushed back in, which elicited another groan. Fangs now on full display, he lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted him to feel as breathless and out of control as he made me feel. I wanted his fangs in my neck and that big cock pounding inside my body. He started to pull back and I nipped his bottom lip; silently telling him that I wanted more. His dark eyes flashed red. A delightfully carnal look appeared on his face, and my pulse jumped with excitement. Now we’re talking. He slowly withdrew, only this time he didn’t ease back in. This time, he tilted his hips up and thrust with force. Once he was completely seated inside me, he ground his pelvis against my clit. Tingles shot up my spine and danced across my scalp. I met his growl with a groan as he began to move. It wasn’t the nervous-jackhammer-rabbit sex that I was used to, but an erotically charged, soul-devouring slow dance.
“God, yes,” I panted. Zacharias Wylde was as dangerously elegant in bed as he was out of it. I, on the other hand, was a starving woman who hadn’t seen a penis in over two years. He was the turtle, and I was the hare, except, in this case, the hare was going to get off first.
“So beautiful.” His reverent tone brought the orgasm screaming to the surface.
His mouth moved to my neck. At the same time he pressed his thumb against my clit and pounded me with his perfect cock, he sank his fangs into the side of my neck. I shattered on a scream of blinding pleasure.
And to think—that was just the beginning.
The man had stamina. As in, I’d already had three orgasms before he had his first. He was a sex god, and I was his devout worshipper. He had me on my back, on my knees, and on my side while I rode him three different ways—ways I didn’t even know were possible.
Around midnight, I was officially tapped out. Not only was I running out of blood, but I’d orgasmed more times than should be humanly possible. I was also hungry and in need of a major recovery nap.
Zack left me lounging in bed while he raided the kitchen. He returned carrying a tray filled with three kinds of gourmet cheese, two types of salami, a bowl of grapes, and a sleeve of crackers.
I wanted to ask him about Victoria but didn’t know how to approach it, so instead, I asked about the house. He called it his haven; the place he came to when he needed to get away. I could see why.
Finally, not able to stand it any longer, I just came right out and said, “You and Victoria were lovers, weren’t you?” I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. Tough, the bitch almost killed me. “She almost killed me, Zack. If you hadn’t heard me screaming for you—”
“You’re right,” he cut in. “Victoria and I were lovers.” My heart sank. “Two decades ago.”
Wait, what? Did he say two decades? “Twenty years ago, Victoria showed up in Charleston. The master of her former seethe was a sadist. She broke from him and sought refuge with the SVO. I had no choice but to take her in. Not long after that, we became lovers. It was a mistake. She wanted things I wasn’t willing to give her. She didn’t take it well when I ended our liaison. I urged her to find another seethe, I even went as far as to relocate her, but she convinced me to let her stay.”
It was then that it clicked. “She’s done this to you before.”
“His sigh said it all. “Once before.”
“With a human?”
He shook his head. “Another vampire.”
I started to ask if the vamp was still alive when his phone rang. It was Tobias. The hospital called. Tamara was awake and asking for me.
After scrounging up some of Selma’s clothes for me to wear, we drove to my apartment—this time in a BMW Alpina—for me to change and grab my gun. On the way there, I