A Mate for Lazarus(9)

She had to pull a face. “Is the whole blood drinking thing the condition then?” Just thinking about anything to do with blood made her stomach turn.

A half smile formed. Unfortunately for her, she definitely found him attractive. “That’s a deal breaker but it’s not the condition.” He shook his head.

She let out an exasperated breath.

“All this would be is you proving to me that you really do find me attractive so that we can move forward. In hindsight, it doesn’t make any sense that you would agree to the terms that Brant put forward. You knew me all of five minutes yet you wanted me to pick you to go into the next round.”

“So that we can get to know one another.” She blurted. “You never know.”

“I don’t buy that. You could’ve waited a couple of weeks and had a whole room full of vampire males to choose from, yet within five minutes you decided that you wanted me. Why?”

“Look, let’s get something straight. I hadn’t decided that I wanted you. From what I’ve gathered, we’re not guaranteed a place in the next round. You seem to…like me, which hopefully will guarantee me a place…with you.”

“What you’re saying makes no sense. You seem more hung up on a place in the next round than on finding a vampire mate. This whole program is about the latter.”

She was blowing this. Alexandra sucked in a deep breath. The more she talked, the deeper the shit pile became. Maybe she wasn’t such a great liar after all. So she said the one thing that was true. “I do find you attractive.” She put down her plate of food on the blanket next to her and scooted forward. Then she leaned down and brushed her lips against his.

Damn. They were softer than she had imagined. Much softer. He groaned. A deep rumble that resonated from his chest.

Feeling flustered, she pulled away almost immediately. This was not going according to plan.

“That’s not going to cut it.” He said as his lids cracked open. They stayed half-mast. His nostrils flared. His jaw was tense.

She could feel how her chest rose and fell in quick succession. “I kissed you. You have your proof.”

“That was a kiss between friends, Alex-an-dra.” Each syllable was drawn out. “A chaste kiss between friends. I told you that I wanted more than just a friendship with you.”

“Look, I’m not sure exactly what you are playing at. I don’t know…” She stuttered and spluttered.

“My sentiments exactly. What are you playing at? Either you are here for The Program…for me, or you’re here for a whole nother reason. For your own unknown agenda.”

Damn, he was questioning her motives for being here. Not the big, dumb hunk of muscle that she thought he was.

His eyes hooded further. “If you want to stay in The Program, I need you to prove that you are attracted to me. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Her clit actually throbbed when he said the word fuck. Little traitor! Was this guy for real? “P-pardon me..?” More stuttering. “Did you just say that you want me to fuck your mouth?” More spluttering. She didn’t stutter and splutter dammit. She was a strong woman.

He smiled. “You heard me. I thought humans enjoyed kissing. Do it, Alexandra, put your mouth against mine. Fuck these lips with your lips or go and pack your bags. I don’t want a half-assed kiss. I don’t do half assed.”

She couldn’t believe the nerve of him. Alexandra made a croaking noise, belying the frustration that she felt inside. She was horrified to realize that it wasn’t just frustration at being made to do something though, it was also the realization that she really wanted to do it. No!

A drawn-out groan drew her attention and she turned her head to the couple on the lawn to the right of them. He was dry humping her. Now his hand was up her skirt and she was moaning. Alex averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks heat…just a tad. It’s not like she was a prude or anything, but hell.

Shit balls!

Her eyes widened. Things were heating up other there. She was unable to stop herself from looking back at the other couple. Although she could only see him from behind, it looked like the guy was lowering his zipper. That was just plain rude. They weren’t all that close and there was no one else around, but people didn’t go around screwing each other in public. Did they? Okay, now he was lifting her legs over his shoulders. The girl on the ground groaned as his hips thrust forward. They were all out fucking.

Her eyes felt as wide as saucers in her skull. “No way!” she huffed as the guy’s jeans peeled halfway down his ass. They were definitely going at it. No doubt about it.

“Look at me,” Lazarus growled. It sounded deep and vicious and yet didn’t scare her…not in the least. “Forget them. That’s Lance. He’s a colossal dickhead. The female he is with is Vanessa…” He shook his head. “Just so that you know, we don’t normally rut in view of others…”

“Like animals.” She said, her eyes still on the other guy’s ass as it moved. By the looks of things, he was going at it pretty hard. By the sounds of things, the woman was loving every moment of it.

“No, we rut like animals but usually not in public view.”

Everything in her tightened. Animals. Alex looked back down at him. She could imagine a guy like Lazarus fucking like an animal. Unfortunately, she could imagine it all too well. Alex licked her lips, unable to tear her eyes away from the couple.

“A simple kiss, Alexandra. One. Simple. Kiss.”

“Simple.” She snorted, turning her gaze to him. “Hardly. I’m supposed to fuck your mouth.” Her traitorous clit throbbed…again. She had to stop herself from squeezing her thighs together, which would have been a dead giveaway.

“Sit here.” He rubbed his lap.

The woman across the lawn was shrieking now. Probably in time with each of his thrusts. She sounded like she had died and just about gone to heaven. Alex was sure that she could hear the vampire grunting as well. They were too far away to tell for sure though. She tried to ignore it. This situation had gone from difficult to all out impossible.

“Please try and ignore them.” Lazarus said, his voice low.

“I am.”

“No, you’re not,” Lazarus growled. In one swift really graceful move, he leaned forward, gripped her by the hips and picked her up. Just like that. Picked her up so that her ass was floating above the ground. His face was the picture of calm. No strain lines at all. Next thing, she was straddling his thighs. They were just as hard as what they looked. She gasped and placed her hands on his chest. Wow! All she wanted to do was to move her hands over them. To trace the hard valleys and peaks across his chest and abs. To clutch at his biceps. To explore.

His hands threaded into her hair. Such a gentle caress for such a giant of a man. She could smell him. If raw aggression had a scent…this was it. Raw aggression wrapped in fresh, earthy tones. With maybe a hint of soap. In short, he smelled good, really good. The urge to bury her face in his neck and to run her tongue along his collarbone reared its ugly little head. Not happening.

Lazarus leaned all the way forward, putting his mouth about an inch away from hers. “Kiss me, Alexandra.”

Her breath came in short pants as she looked down at his soft lips. Alex forgot her reason for being there. She damn near forgot her name as her mouth collided with his. His lips parted and she moaned as her tongue found his.

He groaned, drawing her closer. He tasted good. Oh so very yummy. The guy could damn well kiss. Hot and hard. Their teeth clashed a few times but she didn’t care…not one little bit. The only thing she cared about was getting more.

His cock was hard against her core. The soft leather a minor barrier for her soaking panties. Alex ground herself up against him and they both moaned.

A loud, eardrum shattering scream stopped them in their tracks. Alex pulled away from Lazarus. The scream went on and on and on. Just when she thought it was over, the woman started up again. No way!

“Oh God,” Alex said. “Is she dead?” Another loud very feminine moan sounded. “Or at least dying? She sure as hell sounds like she’s dying.”

Lazarus smiled. “No. He drank from her, which has heightened her pleasure. She will have come several times.” As if on cue. Another loud, toe curling, panty wetting—it sounded that good—scream pierced the tranquil setting.

“So damned rude…” Alex muttered. Then she realized that she was still straddling Lazarus. Her thighs were wrapped around him tightly. Her dress rode high on her thighs. Her pussy was flush against his cock. It all out begged to have the barriers removed. It screamed to be fucked. To have the long length of him buried deep inside of it. To have him thrusting…no way in hell. She had a job to do and her job did not entail having sex with Lazarus. It was both fortunate and very unfortunate that she found him so attractive. Fortunate because she wouldn’t have to fake it and unfortunate because things could get complicated…fast…but only if she allowed them to.

It wasn’t happening.

Her hands were buried beneath his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth. Again, the urge to run her hands up and down him seized her but she ignored it. Instead, she quickly pulled them away and got off of him trying hard not to flash him while she was doing it.