The Single Undead Moms(75)

I retreated, embarrassed by my lack of control, pulling my hands back and uncrossing my ankles. But Wade caught my thighs in his hands and wrapped them back around his hips, thrusting ever so slightly against me, showing me that his want for me hadn’t waned one bit. He reached for the button of my jeans, popped it loose, and dragged the stubborn denim down my hips. I was grateful that I’d worn one of the nicer pairs of panties I owned, cornflower-blue sateen with strategic lace panels. The warmth of his palm spanned between my hips, over my mound, and I sighed in contentment.

Grinning, I reached for his shirt, pulling it gently over his head. No matter how many times I saw his sculpted, inked upper body, I would never stop admiring the curves of his toned torso, the way his tattoos accentuated the length of his arms. I traced them with my fingertips, the flashing golden flames of the phoenix curling over his shoulder, the curve of antlers from the deer skull on his forearm, the graceful dance of lettering on his ribs.

He caught my wrist, urging my hand down his belly to his zipper, and I made quick work of it. My panting joined his as I slid my cool fingers under the elastic of his underwear and wrapped them around the hot length of him. Groaning, he bucked forward, and his hands abandoned my breasts, landing hard beside my shoulders to brace himself.

The noises he made were fan-freaking-tastic. I could hear them, even over the howling of the wind and thunder outside.

He was kissing me again, making me forget my nerves, teasing my opening with warm, rough fingers, working me into a state of shameless, shaky need. I guided him toward me, sure that if he wasn’t inside me soon, I would die all over again. Growling softly, he slid home. I sobbed, throwing my head back and whacking it against the table as I rolled my hips, desperately trying to bring him closer.

He cradled my crown in one hand while he secured my ass on the table with the other. I clung to his shoulders, undulating against him. The more I moved, the tighter that delicious tension coiled inside of me. I could feel the coil of excitement gathering, building to something I couldn’t quite name but desperately needed. And in focusing on that feeling, I let my control slip.

Being so close to Wade, surrounded by his lovely human smell, the sound of his pounding pulse, it made my mouth water all over again. I could sense his blood flowing through his veins, under all that golden skin, mere inches from my lips. I could practically taste the tangy, warm throb of it over my lips. My fangs extended, stretching farther than I’d ever felt them go.

Just a little nip, a cold, hissing voice seemed to whisper in my head. He’ll hardly miss it. And it will be soooo good.

I licked my lips, tracing the line of Wade’s jugular with my eyes to find just the right spot to sink my teeth— Then I froze suddenly, sitting up and clamping my hand over my mouth. My throat was positively burning with thirst, and in my rush to get out the door earlier, I’d barely had breakfast. The synthetic blood I’d planned to drink during the evening I had left in my van. I didn’t want to feed from him. I’d managed to keep to my strict “vampire vegan” policy so far . . . and damn, he smelled like everything that was good and delicious in the world.

I would drain him dry.

I panicked, scrambling away from Wade, nearly uncoupling us. He frowned, holding on to me. When he saw me clutching my hand over my fangs, his golden brows rose, and he slowly peeled my hand away from my face. He kissed me, deliberately pressing his lips against each of my canines. He edged his mouth along my jaw, nipping and biting until he reached my throat. This left his neck exposed and vulnerable to my mouth.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered.

Wade shrugged, moving his hips and nudging against an absolutely wonderful spot inside me that even I didn’t know existed. “So don’t.”

I keened, digging my fingernails into the table. Panting, I licked my lips and tentatively scraped my fangs against his skin. Wade clutched me to his chest, preparing for the pain. I could feel the table buckling under my fingers as I concentrated on being gentle. My teeth sank into his vein, and warm, fragrant blood burst into my mouth.

I had missed out on a lot. Real, warm human blood straight from the source was better than any food, drink, or drug ever devised by man. I was drinking stars. His life was flowing into my mouth, satiating every taste bud, wetting my parched throat. And he never missed a stroke, moving over me as I drank from him. I could feel every cell in my body, his body. I could feel everything. I could feel more.

Grunting, Wade picked up the pace, slamming his hips into mine. I curled around him, drinking deep. I had to stop. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to take too much. I didn’t— Wade reached between us, arm bent at an awkward angle as he circled his fingers just above our joined bodies. I wrenched my face away from his neck as that coil inside me snapped and my whole body seemed to seize. I threw my head back, howling, as a racking climax burst through me. I felt the table crumble in my hands as I rode out the waves of pleasure.