Bound by Night(102)

He didn’t give a shit. Not when Nicole straddled his thighs and sank her fangs into his neck. He shouted at the searing bliss, and somewhere in his lust-soaked brain, he remembered to be thankful that she’d remembered to activate the pleasure gland.
Awkwardly, he shifted his legs out from under him.
She moaned as he moved, rubbing her sex against his erection. The decent thing to do, given their last argument, would be to tell Nicole to relax, to take the blood but ignore the lust.
But he’d never been decent, so when she reached under the waistband of his pajamas and took his cock in her palm, he gasped. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”
She writhed on his lap as she stroked him in her tight fist to the rhythm of her mouth sucking on his vein. So good. So. Damned. Good.
An urgent whimper broke from her chest as she picked up the pace, grinding hard against him.
“Nicole,” he moaned. “You have to take off your pants. Stop feeding—”
She growled, a basic, primitive sound he’d heard from wolves whose food was threatened.
“It’ll only be for a second,” he assured her. “You can take my vein again as soon as you’re naked.”
With a pure animal snarl, she pulled back and tore at her jeans. Damn, she was beautiful in her frenzy, as wild as the wolf he’d compared her to. As she shim— mied out of her jeans, her hair fell in untamed waves around her shoulders, and her lips, swollen and red, were parted just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of snow-white fangs.
He strained at his chains, knowing that if he were free, he’d be on her and in her in about half a heartbeat.
“Stand up.” He met her fevered gaze. “Straddle my thighs. Let me put my mouth on you.”
“Yes,” she rasped, as she shoved to her feet.
Her long, toned legs gave way to a delicate, plump mound covered by pale strawberry curls. She planted one foot on either side of his thighs, putting her core right where he wanted it.
“Closer,” he murmured, tilting his face up to meet her flesh as she scooted forward. His mouth watered for her, his body ached for her, and the moment his tongue slipped between her pillowed folds, they both groaned.
With the fervent appetite of a male who had gone far too long without a female to love, he licked at her, swirling his tongue around her swollen nub and then sucking, drinking in her sweet juices. He swallowed and licked, working her into a fit of impassioned mewls that made his blood pound in his ears.
“There,” she said on a strangled gasp.
She pumped against his mouth, taking what she wanted, and damn, he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life. Suddenly, she went rigid and let out a strangled cry. He dragged the flat of his tongue through her slit slowly, wanting to make this last, but she would have none of it. She dropped to her knees, sank her teeth into his vein, and sat down hard on his cock.
“Christ!” he shouted. Her slick heat surrounded him, hotter than the times they’d made love before.
Her new vampire body was stronger, faster, more flexible, and she was using all of it.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rose up until the tip of his cock nearly broke free of her body, and then plunged down, driving him deep inside her.
Taking long, hard pulls on his vein, she did it again, faster, then faster still, until her hips were hammering into his. She let out a throaty moan that undid him.
His balls tightened and pulsed, and his molten rush pumped into her. He roared her name over and over as the endless waves of euphoria poured over him.
She bucked, her entire body clenched around his, and her climax took her.
“Nicole,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby.” He arched his back as best he could, meeting her brutal thrusts.
She jerked, biting down hard. He bore the pain with pride, thinking he’d be happy to go through that every day.
Gradually, she eased up, pulling her teeth free. He smiled at the soothing stroke of her tongue over the bite wound. Either Myne had taught her well, or the instinct was strong in her. He’d made a dozen mistakes before his healing instinct kicked in.
She slumped against him with a sigh. He wished he could wrap his arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered against his chest.
“For what?” Man, his voice was shot to shit.
She shifted, and his cock slipped from her warmth.
“Attacking you. Using you like that.”
“Are you kidding?” He inhaled a choppy breath, wondering how long it would take to recover. She’d used him well. “That’s pretty normal.”
What wasn’t normal was how powerful his orgasm had been. Or how many emotions she’d stirred up. And wait, had the word love actually gone through his head?
Yes, he thought it had.