Quench(15)

“You got me, baby girl.” Slowly he pulled his cock out, just as slowly he eased back in her pussy. Again and again. Slow. Tonight he’d give her all she desired. Tomorrow, if Viv wasn’t there it would be just another godforsaken day and he’d live with it like he had all the other days. “You’re so fucking hot, so good.” His lips covering hers in a long, passionate kiss, he nipped her.

Pushing deep, thrusting hard, this time Alek didn’t let up. Sweating, she slipped up and down the glass surface each time he entered her.

Come for me. Come with me, honey.

Now…oooh Alek. She keened in his mind as her pussy throbbed around his thickness.

Give it to me.

She did. Cream slipped past his cock as she squeezed and milked him every time he surged in and pulled out. Unable to hold it any longer, his orgasm slid from his tight nuts through his cock and poured into her pussy. His head dropped to her shoulder, air puffed from him in short gasps, sending strands of her platinum hair back and forth across his cheek.

Had he been human his knees would have buckled. Holding Viv, his cock still in her, was a dream come true, something Alek had thought he would never have. He wanted to hold her always. Keep her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples glued to him.

“I’m not thirsty for him when I’m with you,” he whispered.

Realizing too late what he’d said, he shielded his mind but Alek couldn’t take the words back.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.



What had come over her? Viv had never been jealous a day in her life. Vampyres didn’t have that bone in their body. Unless… No, she refused to entertain the idea. No. No. No.

Yes, her soul screamed back at her.

Shit.

Draga. Dragana. Either word, she knew what it meant. Mate. Vamps had life mates too.

I will not be part of a pride of freaking cats!

Had it not been for Phoenix Viv would have transported herself so far from the cat in front of her she’d forget him.

That was a lie. Viviana would never forget Alek.

Her head pounded as she struggled to keep him from her thoughts. Think. All she had to do was think rationally.

He had stood before her, waited so patiently for her to make up her mind. If she’d said no what would he have done?

It had been all over when he’d asked to make love to her—just once more. Her need to mate with him overrode everything. And boy had he made love to her.

Pressed against the cool glass, Viv clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still in her satisfied pussy. She stroked his back and pushed her hands into his thick multicolored hair. His breath came in rapid gasps against her shoulder as he gathered himself.

This is my mate.

Thoughts ran rampant in her head and she missed the words he whispered, hadn’t been able to read them. Something about being thirsty?

“Umm, babe, no offense but my mind was still on what you did to me so I missed what you said.”

“What?”

One sharp word. Damn, why is he pissed? “Did you say you were thirsty?”

“Uhh, yeah, I could use a glass of wine.”

“You’ll have to put me down first.”

His brow quirked up. “Right.”

He carried her to the bed and they both fell in and stretched out. Viviana looked around the room. It resembled the one she’d used with the brothers the night before except there was no sofa, only a bed, and an ornate cabinet that held towels, some lotion and oils. A highly polished wooden table stood in one corner with a few chairs. This was a voyeurs room and depending on what turned you on you could watch or be watched through the two-way mirror with the push of a button.

A bubble of happiness floated through her—he liked to watch too. She had pegged him as a performer. The urge to put on a show for the couple in the other room had sneaked from his mind to hers while they watched.

“You wanted wine?”

“I’m fine. We should get back. Sun rises in a few hours.” He turned on his side and gazed at her. His fingers traced a heated path down her belly. “I love your brown skin and don’t want to see it burned.” His eyes followed his hand but he seemed distracted.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Viv.” He pulled his hand back. “Let’s get out of here.”

Dressed instantly, they left the room and walked through the bar. She peered around for the manager, who was nowhere in sight. Good.

Stepping into the cool desert night, Alek stopped. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Jealousy flared in her chest and she worked hard to tamp it down. Nothing she could do if he wanted to see the manager. Deep in thought, she ignored the sound of the door opening.

Viv leaned against the wall, unable to do anything other than wait. Of course, she could walk back to the mansion.