That wiped the smile right off of her face. Alex felt so guilty. She nodded. Maybe she should say something? How could she? It would most certainly get her kicked out. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt Lazarus. She didn’t need to sign a damned nondisclosure agreement. This was going to happen strictly above board or not at all.
“I will send Allison to collect what you have written so far.”
Her eyes widened. “It’s very much in draft format. It would benefit greatly from actual quotes and insights from yourself and Zane as well as from one or two of the women within The Program.”
“Send the article…we can discuss it from there.” He gave her a tight smile and strode away.
“We’ll be in touch.” Zane growled and followed after Brant.
Chapter 14
Sometime in the middle of the night…
Lazarus’ nostrils flared as he took in her intoxicating scent. Fuck! He had been told that this was normal. That once a male found his mate, he would grow almost addicted to her scent. That it would do crazy things to a male.
Her body was warm and soft against him. Her breath was deep and rhythmic as she slept. He’d rutted her right after the ceremony. They’d ducked into one of the supply closets. It had been frantic and rough, lasting mere minutes.
He’d spent the afternoon in debriefing. He’d popped his head in to see Gideon who was still unconscious. Brant had called him to his office. His king was impressed with the article that Alexandra had written. It really was a good, honest depiction of vampires even if one or two of the facts were a bit iffy. It looked as if his female was going to get her shot at doing an exclusive article. They’d tentatively celebrated at dinner and had gone back to his suite early to continue the celebrations. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her. He’d taken her against the door, in his bed and again in the shower.
Yet, here he was, in the middle of the night, with a raging hard on. Shit! Alexandra was a human. Although she had jokingly complained of being tender, she had yet to say no to his advances. This female sure was something. Her hair fell in curls about her face. The red coloring more defined against the white of the pillow.
Almost against his will, his hand on her hip tightened. His other hand slid around her body and cupped the soft flesh of her breast. Her nipple hardened beneath his palm.
He was such a fucking goner. Lazarus had never wanted a female more. Never felt this deep, all consuming craving before. It was like he was losing control of his body, his heart, his very soul.
He let out a shuddery breath. His hard cock was flush against her plump ass. She moaned and muttered something in her sleep while pushing her soft cheeks more firmly against him. Lazarus groaned softly. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her scent.
Pure rapture.
He slid his hand down her curves, pushing his fingers between her thighs until he found that tight bundle of nerves nestled between her fur. Using just the tip of his finger, Lazarus played with her clit, stroking the sensitive nub. Her breathing went from deep and rhythmic to shallow and panting. Her body tensed and her ass began to rock. Alexandra moaned. “That feels so damned good.” She made a whimpering noise. “I shouldn’t be up for this. I ache…all over.”
“If it is too much, I could stop or…” He kept up the friction against her tightening flesh.
“Don’t you dare…Jesus, but you’re good with your hands.” She moaned even louder, grinding herself against his hand. Her ass, inadvertently, was rubbing up and down his cock.
Lazarus grit his teeth and growled as his balls throbbed. It literally hurt not to be inside of her. She was killing him. Tearing him apart piece by piece and putting him back together so that he belonged to only her. A custom fit.
Her pussy was right there, he could feel its heat, almost taste its delicious as fuck scent. Could feel it slick against him. One adjustment of the hips and he would be inside her.
Alexandra moaned and writhed and moaned some more. “Oh…oh god…that’s it…just like that…” She urged him on. Told him what she liked and how much she liked it. She was so expressive and open about her sexuality. She was fucking perfect. Alexandra’s movements became more frantic. Not long now. It was better this way. She could have her release and then sleep. He would take care of himself afterwards.
His female stopped moving. She even grabbed his hand. “Wait a minute…” Her breath came in desperate pants. “Why aren’t you fucking me?”
“Don’t worry about me. This is all for you…I can take care of myself.” He flicked his finger over her clit and she bowed her back and moaned.
“No…no…wait…” She struggled for a beat to catch her breath. “Take me, Lazarus. I can handle it.” She circled her hips and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his skull.
“Are you sure?” he managed to get out between grit teeth. “Are you sure you’re not too sore?”
“I’ll be sorry in the morning, but I want you…I think I might always want you, besides…” Her voice turned soft and timid. “That’s what girlfriends are for, right? You shouldn’t have to…take care of it yourself…ever.”
His heart just about stopped beating. “So…” It was his turn to sound soft and fucking timid, like a huge ass pussy but he didn’t care. “You’re my girlfriend now?”
“You big oaf.” She twisted around and planted one on him. Hot and heavy from the word go. When she finally broke the kiss they were both panting.
“Wow…” He said, sounding like a complete loser.
“Just kissing you like I mean it…I’m so glad that you talked me into giving this a chance.”
Lazarus shook his head. Yet again she sounded like she never planned on actually giving a relationship with a vampire a try. He dismissed it. “Me too.” He kissed her softly. “I’m so glad you stopped backpedaling.”
Lazarus anchored an arm around her and aligned himself with her entrance. She was wet as fuck but it still took some time to ease himself into her tight, little pussy. They had made love so many times that she was swollen.
By the noises she was making, he could hear that she was feeling tender. Her cries were a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. She urged him to keep going and who was he to argue?
Once he was buried to the hilt, he tilted his hips and moved slowly and carefully not wanting to hurt her. Even the sleek line of her back was sexy. He could see the side of her breast. Fucking stunning. Her ass was so ripe it almost made him come just looking down at it. Seeing his cock grind in and out of her with infinite slowness was almost his undoing.
On a loud groan, he reached around her and squeezed her clit every time he pushed into her.
“Oh fuck…fuck!” She yelled even louder. Her legs began to vibrate and her pussy walls began to flutter. “Yes…yes…just there…oohhh…” Then she was shuddering and spasming so hard around him that it was useless to try and hold back. He yelled as he erupted deep inside her. So fucking good that his fangs throbbed in time with his dick. He didn’t drink from her this time. He really needed to be careful. The last thing he wanted was to make the mistake of taking too much. But fuck if the drive to bury his fangs in her didn’t ride him hard. Drinking was always about sex but the opposite wasn’t always true even if he wished it could be. He needed to do right by his female…his girlfriend and as soon as he could convince her, he was going to make her more…his everything. She already was everything to him. It was just about making it official now.
Lazarus pulled her more firmly into his arms. Her breathing had already evened out and was becoming deeper. He fell asleep with his cock still deep inside her.
The first thing he registered was the harsh light. The second was his pulsing cock. It was like it had taken on a life of its own. So fucking hard it was pulsing with every beat of his heart. Then her scent hit him. Rich, sweet, thick. Fucking ecstasy.
His first reaction was to turn her over. Her eyes sprang open as she landed on her back. His next instinct was to open her thighs and to fuck her so he gripped her flesh and was just shoving them open.
“Lazarus?” She sounded groggy and confused.
“Fuck!” Lazarus snarled. He leapt from the bed and raced to the window which he opened taking in lungfuls of air.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Her voice held a hint of confusion. He could hear the rustle of sheets and knew that she was pulling them around herself.
Once he had composed himself sufficiently, Lazarus turned around. Seeing her, hair mussed, eyes wide, was like a punch to the gut. He tried hard to breathe through his mouth but he could still scent her.
“You’re in heat.” His voice was thick and gravelly.
“I’m what?” Her eyes widened and she gasped. “In heat as in...ovulating…as in…” Her eyes widened some more. “I can get pregnant? Shit, I might be pregnant?” She covered her mouth with both hands. “I thought you guys could smell when a woman was about to ovulate. What the hell, Lazarus?”
“I’m supposed to start loving your scent. To start craving it. That’s how it fucking works. You sound like you knew this might happen. What the fuck, Alexandra?” He walked over to the bed and then paced back to the open window. Fuck! He still had the intense desire to rut. To fill her up with his seed. To ensure without a doubt that she would become ripe with his child. It was his instinct at work, he needed to try and remain logical about this. Try to stay calm.