Текст книги "Dark Seduction"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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He landed hard against the restaurant, rubble and concrete falling around him as he slid to the ground.
“Dmetri get in!” she yelled as she found the keys still hanging in the door. She turned the key in the ignition, starting it with a soft purr.
He looked at her and rolled his eyes—again. “I said get out of here. Now!” When his eyes settled on her, she saw the genuine fear in them...for her. Her heart stuttered in her chest, but she put the car in drive and sped off—without him.
Her short legs barely reached the peddles but she made it all the way to the pack in one piece. She fell apart when she saw Gerry and told him everything that happened. When she told him he had to send help, he only shook his head.
“I can’t do that. It’s a vampire fight and we have no business getting in between that.” Christine’s hand shook with the urge to slap him. She curled it into a fist instead. “What if that’s the Justicar business he’s here for. It has to be.” Gerry frowned but slowly shook his head. “Then I hope he kills him and be done with this.”
Christine growled in frustration and got back in the car. She drove to her house and sat there for a minute before she thought better of it and went to Dmetri’s cabin. She’d wait for him there, that’s what she’d do.
She turned off the car and waited.
Chapter 8
Dmetri took a hit so hard to his head he felt his teeth crack and his brain swish around in his skull.
“You’re a fucking ass, Claude.”
The vampire grinned like a fool and came at him with bared fangs. Dmetri landed a solid kick to his chest and then laid into him with a flurry of swift punches and jabs. He heard bone crack and satisfaction filled him like tasty blood.
Claude hissed then looked in disgust at his arm now dangling uselessly from the socket.
“You won’t stop me, Dmetri. I know you’re trying to protect the Kategans. I will kill them. I will have their land.”
Dmetri leaned heavily on his unwounded leg. The blood pouring out from the stab wound made a nice dark puddle around his nice loafers. Damn shame to ruin a good pair of shoes.
“You don’t need their land and you won’t get it. Do you really think the Kategan pack or the Justicars for that matter will just bow down and let you run in with your people?” Claude’s eyes bulged with rage. “I don’t think I can, I know it.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
Claude gripped his injured shoulder and slammed it back into place with a harsh grunt.
“Kill the Kategans, then I become their Master. Their pack will answer to me.” Dmetri arched a brow then launched a surprise attack. He let his rage guide his moves.
Rage at endangering Christine, at having his interlude with her interrupted, and landed a two-footed kick into Claude’s chest. The vampire slammed against the ground just as Dmetri did. But he landed harder, jarring his injured leg and Claude was faster to react. He stood and slammed his foot down on Dmetri’s injured thigh. Dmetri grimaced but didn’t make a sound as he whipped his uninjured leg up and kicked away Claude’s foot.
The sound of laughter and car doors opening snapped Claude’s head around. He glared down at Dmetri with hate.
“This isn’t over, Dmetri.”
Dmetri stood, not about to let him get away and tackled Claude to the ground. Claude landed an elbow to his face that dislodged him off his body. Then he faded back into the night from which he came.
Dmetri stared after him then slowly came to a sitting position as he reached for his phone.
Pulling it out, he dialed Brayden’s number. The Elder wasn’t pleased with the news that Claude got away. Hell, neither was he.
“I’ll be there soon,” Brayden said then hung up.
Dmetri stood with a wince and half-walked, half-dragged his leg to stand against the restaurant. His thoughts immediately went to Christine. He licked his lips and could still taste her there. He groaned as his cock hardened like a damn rock. Luscious and sweet, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever tasted. He still couldn’t understand why he didn’t just take her body. He’d wanted to, nearly had many times but something held him back. But he hadn’t been able to keep from tasting her sex. She was smooth and soft down there and though he’d barely put his finger inside her before she started coming, he felt how tightly she gripped his finger.
He’d have her. And soon, before his balls shriveled up. His mind went back to that kiss in the restaurant. He’d never been more surprised by a woman than when she’d boldly climbed into his lap and kissed him . He always initiated contact, he controlled the play, but not with her. She was unexpected, a puzzle, and he liked it.
Sometime later a black SUV pulled into the lot and pulled up beside him. The passenger window rolled down and Brayden gave him a hard look from inside.
“Get in.”
Dmetri carefully pulled himself into the seat and slammed the door shut behind him.
Brayden looked at the wound at his leg and sighed. “Now I’ll have to get the car cleaned.”
Dmetri laughed. “Better your SUV than my BMW.”
Brayden pulled out of the lot. “What happened tonight?” Dmetri told him about the date—sticking only to the needed details. Brayden really didn’t need to know he’d been going down on her when Claude surprised him.
“And he surprised you when you got to the car?”
A nod. Brayden shot him a quizzical look, his lips pulling into a line.
“I smell sex. Who’s the woman?”
“Christine Barrows, the pack healer.”
“A lykaen. Not your usual taste. She must be one refined package.” Uncomfortable with the conversation, Dmetri stared straight ahead. “Something like that.”
“How badly do you think you injured Claude?”
His ego deflated like a popped balloon. “Not nearly enough.”
“Because you were surprised?”
“Yes,” Dmetri said in a hard voice.
They pulled up to the pack’s gate and, after getting through Gerry’s intense questioning about Brayden, he let them through. Dmetri led them to Vane’s cabin.
“You’ll need to see the healer for that wound.”
Dmetri smiled. “I’d planned on it.” Couldn’t wait actually.
It was late as Vane ushered them into his study.
“Sarina’s asleep with Vince.”
Dmetri stood so he wouldn’t bleed on the furniture. “Finally decided on a name then.” Vane grinned as any proud father would as he took a seat. “Damn right.” On a serious note, he turned to Brayden with a nod. “Tell me what happened.”
“Had a run in with Claude tonight. He’s determined to try to kill the Kategans. Thinks he’ll be able to become Alpha of the pack and combine them…if he can kill you all off.” Vane shook his head. “A vampire running a lykaen pack, I don’t know if I want to laugh or scream. Why does he want to do it?”
Brayden took a seat. Even the way he sat spoke of his previous life—a commander. He’d been in countless battles and that kind of history changed a person. He sat stiffly, unsmiling.
Dmetri doubted the man ever smiled, in fact couldn’t recall a time when he even laughed. And he’d known Brayden a long time.
“The women in his clan are infertile, or so he says. During his trial, he said something about birthing complications. We haven’t been able to verify that since our Justicars aren’t allowed on his land. He testified that if they had more land then the women would start breeding again.”
Dmetri nodded. “At trial he said that the tight space of his clan somehow affects the fertility rate.”
Vane shook his head in disbelief. “That’s ridiculous. I mean it has to be. That’s fucking nonsense.”
Brayden nodded in agreement. “True, however Claude’s literally been losing his mind for some time now. At Ariss’ trial, she testified that he’d been slowly losing his wits for years, growing more deranged. He believes it, that’s all that matters to him.” Vane nodded towards Dmetri’s wound which had finally slowed its bleeding. He’d need a good several pints tonight; already he felt lightheaded.
“Yeah, he and I got into it,” Dmetri said.
“I heard you went on the date with Christine,” Vane said. “Where is she?”
“She drove back here. I haven’t been by to check on her yet. She was unharmed.” Dmetri was about to ask if she had, in fact, made it back but Vane beat him to it.
“Gerry called me a while ago said that she came in crazed saying you were attacked.” He sighed heavily. “God, this is all a mess. Nothing can ever be simple anymore.” Dmetri shifted uncomfortably. As if Vane had started and couldn’t stop, he went on.
“And on top of that, Sarina keeps talking about her prick of a father. I wish that dog was dead.”
“Her father is King Brunes, correct?” asked Brayden.
“Yup, the one and only prick of all pricks. She said she can’t get it out of her mind.
Nothing I say or do helps either.”
“Can’t get what out?” Dmetri asked.
“She said she thinks her father killed her mother when she was twelve. Supposedly her mother died in a drowning accident while sailing on their yacht. Fuck. What do I say to that, you know? I don’t know and I can’t find out. Maybe if I tortured the bastard...” Brayden rested his chin on his hand thoughtfully. “I remember that case.” Vane sat up. “There was a case?”
“Sure, when she was reported dead there was an investigation though I don’t think it was a big one. It’s unusual for a lykaen to drown. I think they ruled it an accidental death though.”
“Yeah, but now Sarina keeps questioning things. Says she remembered him acting strangely after he got back from the trip with her; he was vague with details, things like that.”
“Sounds like he was shocked at the loss,” Dmetri said.
“Or lying,” Vane said.
“I could look into it for you. It may take some time though,” Brayden said.
Vane looked so relieved he slumped in his seat. “That’d be a miracle, if only to ease Sarina’s mind. How long do you think it’d take? I mean even if it was truly an accident, I’d rather know and have it looked into than not.”
“A few months at least. I’ll have to dig up old records.” Vane came forward and clasped Brayden’s hand in a firm handshake. “Thank you. This means a lot to me. If I can ever do anything for you, let me know.” Brayden stood and made for the door. Grasping the door handle, he pulled it open. A mass of dark hair and girl fell to the floor. “I believe we have a listener.” Vane all but growled. “Vanessa what do you think you’re doing?” She humphed as she dragged herself off the ground, and then her eyes locked on Brayden.
“I was curious,” she said slowly, never taking her eyes off the old vampire. She held out her hand. “And you are?”
Brayden looked down at her hand but didn’t take it. Instead he turned to Vane, completely dismissing the girl.
“Who is this?”
“Vanessa Kategan, my cousin. She ran away from home. I’m letting her stay here while we get some things straightened out.”
Dmetri watched the girl glare at Brayden for not taking her hand. She crossed her arms instead and continued to watch him. If he wasn’t wrong, and he rarely was, then he saw interest in her eyes. Dmetri would have warned her that there was no getting past Brayden; he was a warrior through and through. Hell, the man never even took a woman to bed, ever. He was a celibate, cold-blooded commander and that’s how he’s always been.
“Get what straightened out?” asked Brayden.
Eager to get out of there and go see Christine, Dmetri spoke for Vane. “Her father’s trying to mate her to an Alpha to combine packs. She doesn’t want to because he’s ‘old.’” Brayden looked down at the girl. “Law is law. If her father wishes it she must go through with it.”
Vanessa gasped and took a step towards the vampire. If it was supposed to be intimidating, it was anything but. She was too young and skinny.
“Joseph is old, fat, and nasty. He looks at me like I’m a damn tasty steak and I’m supposed to, what, just go with it because my father’s an idiot who wants more land? As if that will somehow make his dick bigger—”
“Vanessa!” Vane shouted.
She clamped her mouth shut, cheeks turning pink from either embarrassment or anger.
She cocked her head to the side and smiled all white teeth and false cheer at them.
Then she flipped Brayden off and skipped out of the room.
Silence followed.
“She’s insolent.”
Vane nodded in agreement. “Sorry about that. She’s a little spitfire.” He almost sounded proud. Damn Kategans.
Dmetri cut in before he died from blood loss. “Listen, gotta go. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
Dmetri left and made his way to Christine.
Chapter 9
The lights were off in her cabin and his car wasn’t parked outside. Walking like an elderly man, he made his way to his cabin. The walk was probably only five minutes but felt more like an hour. Relief poured through him as he spotted his car outside the cabin.
He started for the door but stopped and looked back at the car.
“Damn,” he muttered as he spotted her asleep at the wheel.
He wobbled to the driver’s side and knocked on the glass. She came awake with wide eyes, hands clutching at the wheel. It took a second for recognition to set in but when it did, she smiled at him. That one smile almost made him forget about the pain in his leg. Almost.
She got out and wrapped her arm around his waist as if she could hold him up. “Oh my God, you’re hurt. Come inside, I’ll take care of it.”
He let her pretend to hold him up as they walked into the sparse cabin. He liked the feel of her arm around him, liked the tender, almost caring look on her face. No one looked at him like that.
“Sit down,” she said ushering him to the couch.
He stifled a groan as he sat. His leg felt like a hot poker was jammed inside his muscle.
Each move burned the wound hotter; it stung like a mother.
She started to head into the other room then stopped. “Damn all my supplies are at home.
I’ll be right back.”
Before she reached the front door, he stopped her. “Don’t. Just stay.” He wasn’t sure what compelled him to say it but he knew he didn’t want her to leave.
“All right, just give me a minute.” Her heels clicked on the wood floor as she went into the bathroom. She came back out carrying a wet washcloth, a hand towel, and some medical supplies.
Dmetri relaxed back into the seat. He needed blood and soon. His eyes popped open as she knelt in front of him. He could have sighed. This was what he wanted, minus the wound and lethargy.
She lifted the wet material from around the wound to inspect it. “I’ll have to remove your pants.”
Dmetri arched a brow as she reached for his belt buckle and started to undo it. His cock wasn’t completely dead; it jumped at her hands being so close, hardening at a rate that surprised him. She didn’t seem to notice though as she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down the zipper.
“Lift,” she said and he braced himself on his arm to lift up so she could sashay his pants down.
She stopped in the motion of pulling them down, eyes falling to his groin. Dmetri wanted to preen. Her tongue darted out to lick her top lip and he would have groaned if he had the energy, but sadly all he wanted to do was drink some blood, get patched up, and pass the fuck out.
Still he managed to say, “Is it to your liking?”
She swallowed hard then tore her gaze away. “Black silk boxers, why am I only mildly surprised?”
His grin was wicked. He liked her smart mouth. She made him smile, and she continued to surprise him. A sexy little puzzle.
She finished pulling the pants down past his knees and didn’t even flinch at the ghastly wound. Her fingers prodded near the wound applying just enough pressure that warning censors blew up in his brain.
“You’ll need stitches,” she announced.
She grabbed the wet washcloth and cleaned up the blood, some caked, some fresh that had bled down past his knee. The wound wasn’t a clean cut either, in and out. That’d be too easy; Claude had dug the knife in, twisting the blade so he serrated the flesh around it. Crazy bastard.
He closed his eyes and rested his head back on the soft cushion with a satisfied sigh. His body felt both heavy and light at the same time, almost like he was swimming.
Gently she cleaned him, her touch light as a butterfly. “This might sting,” she warned.
Liquid dowsed the wound and he didn’t make a sound even though it felt like she’d just poured salt on it. But quickly she put on a soothing salve that had his body relaxing even further into the couch. It wasn’t his kind of couch. He liked leather, black and sleek, and so soft he could melt into it. But, hell, he didn’t care right now. The cheap couch felt soft as a damn cloud.
He didn’t know how much time passed but when he opened his eyes, she wasn’t sitting in front of him. He blinked as he looked around.
“Christine?” His hoarse voice made him wince. He swallowed over his chapped throat wishing he had some blood.
She came out of the bathroom with a small smile on her face. “I just went to put everything away.” She stopped near him, looking unsure...and so damned beautiful. Her curly blonde hair was a mess and frizzing at the top of her head like a fuzzy halo. Her dress was wrinkled, and her hands were red from washing them under hot water. She looked so natural and real.
“I’m going to go now. You need your rest and, hell, so do I. What a night.” She chuckled softly. She leveled her eyes on him, brown and gold, colors he’d never really cared for before—
they were quickly becoming his favorite.
“Well, goodnight,” she said awkwardly and headed for the door.
Dmetri’s head followed her. It took him longer to respond than it should have but he chalked that up to blood loss. “You’ll stay.”
She laughed, turning back around. “Another order? I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders, Dmetri.”
His brow arched, she was right. Still. He curled a finger at her. “Come here.” He resisted the urge to look down at himself. He knew he was a mess. He’d been in a fight; his knuckles were scraped and throbbing. His pants were down around his damn ankles and he had knife wound in his thigh. Still, she wouldn’t be leaving this night.
She came, a small smile playing at her lips. When she got close enough he snagged her wrist and tugged. With a yelp, she toppled into his lap, barely managing to keep from hitting his wound. He pressed his cheek against hers.
“That’s better.”
She didn’t say anything but he heard her breath catch.
“Lie down with me.”
Before she could protest, he grimaced his way until he was curled around her back. She was so damn warm he shivered at the heat of it. It was like sidling up to an electric blanket only she was curvy and soft, fitting against him better than even he’d thought she would.
“You smell good.” His eyes closed as sleep started to consume him. His body relaxed but he kept his arm around her waist. It just felt so good.
“Oh yeah, what do I smell like?” she whispered.
He liked her voice too. Throaty, womanly, full of life. “Flowers,” he said and then drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 10
Warm, smoldering heat engulfed him. Dmetri came to his senses slowly. At first he became aware that his head weighed more than a bowling ball and that he felt like he’d drank an entire bar’s worth of wine. His throat was dry like it’d been rubbed raw with sandpaper and his thigh burned as if a cattle prod had stamped him.
The gentle smell of flowers teased his nose and finally he opened his eyes. Surprise flitted through him followed by satisfaction. Christine was wrapped around him like a second skin, her leg thrown over his hip, her slender arm wrapped around his back. She’d turned in the night, or maybe he’d turned her, so they lay close together with her head tucked under his chin.
Well that explained the heat and flowers.
Careful not to jar her, he tilted her head back. She made a soft noise but her eyelids never fluttered. She was passed out in his arms. He didn’t know what to make of the sensation but looking down at her in sleep made him feel better than anything had in a long time.
Her mouth was pulled into the tiniest of smiles and he wondered what she dreamed of that made her so happy. In that moment he knew that she would be his.
The term girlfriend disgusted him. First off, the women he dated exclusively were certainly not girls, and they definitely weren’t his friends. Just the thought had his lip curling with revulsion. They were companions that stuck around until either one of them got bored with the arrangement—namely him.
He’d have to get her out of here. When he had a woman, he wanted her close by at all times, for whenever his needs arose. She’d have to come stay with him. That wouldn’t be a problem. He lived in a mansion with his own valet. She’d be treated like a queen. No expense spared.
She snorted in her sleep and he grinned as he imagined her laughing in her dream. She wiggled and pressed deeper into him. Suddenly, need assaulted him—though not the need he thought it would be.
His stomach heaved, tightening into a hard knot in his belly as hunger reared its ugly head. He slammed his eyes shut as wracking pain pulsed through his body making him feel like dozens of blows were landing against him. His fangs protruded, sharp, and ready to strike.
Eyes flying open, tongue dry as a cotton ball, he panted. Blood, he needed blood. He pictured it in his mind, containers of it waited in the kitchen. He started to get up but she lifted her head to shake it, tossing her hair back before settling back down.
His pupils dilated. That one simple move, that shift to get more comfortable just parted the hair at her neck, baring it to him. His mouth watered at the sight of her tan, golden skin. His eye twitched, need warring with want inside him. To taste her...
The battle inside didn’t last long.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against the incredible warmth at her neck. She made another one of those damn soft noises and his cock hardened into stone. Her pulse beat a slow, steady thump against his lips and he held them there, enjoying her life beating against him. She would be his anyway. He’d have her in his bed every night; have her neck while he took her from behind.
Something dark and possessive came over him.
His lips parted and he couldn’t gentle the move as he sunk his teeth into her. He took her neck hard and fast. Hunger and need pounded inside his body, guided his actions with a forceful hand.
She came awake with a loud gasp. “Dmetri!”
He heard her but it was impossible for him to pull away. My God, her taste.
Everything about her was in her blood. Rich, sweet, soft, and full of life.
But what was even sweeter, what made this a thousand times better, was that she didn’t push him away. Instead, her hands curled into the suit jacket and pulled him closer. He gentled his sucking, wanting to prolong the moment. He felt her excitement, the lick of arousal that saturated her body with lust. That’s what he wanted, wanted to feel her come apart in his arms just from his bite.
Her hips arched against his, seeking and pumping. A harsh groan broke from his lips as she brushed against his cock.
Much softer she said, “Dmetri.”
The sound of his name from her lips was like sexy music to his ears.
Her hands flattened against his chest then, so slowly, made their way down. Her blood warmed him, made the pain in his leg feel like a slap on the wrist. But it also made his cock feel like it was about to explode and cover them both in a mess.
Her hands stopped at his waist and pushed under his shirt to flatten against his stomach.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head. She was just so hot. Everywhere she touched him it burned—but it was a delicious burn that he wanted more of.
Control, he needed to keep control. He never lost it.
But you almost did last night, a little voice in his head teased.
He fucking ignored it and sucked hard at her neck. Her moan hardened his cock faster than any woman’s fist ever did. The room filled with the sweet, heady scent of her sex. His mouth watered as he remembered the taste of her from last night. So damned sexy, sweet, and fresh. He could have stayed down there for hours. Oh hell, who was he kidding? He’d have come in his pants if he did that. He’d barely resisted taking her as it was.
Her hands moved again, captured his stiff cock over the silk boxers. When she stroked him with her warm palm, he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting. The soft silk combined with her warm, gentle touches was near perfection, gliding along his shaft like a gentle caress. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Pulling away from her sweet neck he ordered, “Wrap your hand around my cock, Christine.”
She panted, her beautiful lips parted and wet from where she’d licked them; her neck arched gracefully, perfectly towards him. Her thighs rubbed sensuously up and down his and then she dove her hand under the band of his boxers and held him in her little fist.
“Very good.” He couldn’t tell if she’d even heard him because his voice was little more than croak. When her eyes closed again, he sank his teeth back into her.
Her moans escalated as he drew from her. He steadily lost control, could feel it slipping away like he was slipping on ice. He told himself not to do it, to wait and get what he needed later but fuck he couldn’t. He reached down, yanked her dress up, and cupped her pussy. Hot, wet, so soft over the silk. Her shiver was one of the hottest things he’d ever felt.
The grip on his cock tightened reflexively and then she stroked him up and down. He groaned, and though he rarely made sounds during sex, he couldn’t stop to think about it because the pleasure she gave him was about to make him come harder than he ever had.
She pumped him, slowly at first then steadily faster, tightening his balls and building the release inside him. Dmetri tore off her silk panties with a satisfying snap and then slid his fingers between her sweet thighs to where he wanted to be—deep inside her, pumping hard and fast.
For a moment, he stopped taking from her neck, so astounded at how utterly hot and wet she was, at how tightly she gripped his two fingers. She was no virgin but she wasn’t a practiced woman either.
“Dmetri,” she cried and arched against his hand.
Stay in control. Stay in control.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice like gravel.
He pumped his hips faster in her hand and bit into her neck once more. It was so hard for him to take from her slowly, just enough to give them both ecstasy without exhausting her. Her hand moved faster, wetting her palm with his seed using it to guide her movements. It drove him wild.
Suddenly the hand pumping him stopped, squeezing hard. The muscles in her sex trembled around him, squeezing and flexing as harsh cries left her throat.
Damn, she’s coming. Fucking hard.
She shook against him as if she was having a seizure, her cries making his blood pump faster in his veins. He was right there with her, would have come if only she moved her fist, but instead she kept her tight hold on him as her little channel milked his fingers so snugly. Hot fresh cream coated his fingers and his mind shut off completely.
He was going to mount her, couldn’t wait any longer, had to feel her, come inside her.
But then she pulled away and climbed over him.
The move was so quick, so unexpected that when she slammed his shoulders back into the couch, he flattened against it so he was lying down without protest.
She tore her dress off in a rush leaving her only in her silk bra, the ridiculously sexy heels, and a gorgeous flush on her cheeks. She grabbed his cock, all business, then positioned her core above him and slammed down on top of him.
He didn’t know which one of them choked, made a sobbing noise. Her mouth opened, head flew back as he filled her up. Her hands curled and uncurled in his shirt like a cat kneading.
And then she shivered above him, and the little vibrations all the way down to his cock.
When she leaned forward, arching against him, her hands sliding up his chest to grip the collar of his shirt, she tore it open. Her heavy eyelids barely staying open as she slowly started to move on him.
Dmetri didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never allowed women to control him.
Rarely let them on top unless he was powering into her, but he couldn’t move. He could only lie there, feel and watch as this sexy woman unabashedly took his body like she’d die if she didn’t.
The feeling it invoked in his chest was strange and unexplainable.
She braced herself on his chest, just above his nipples and dug her knees deep into the cushions to get leverage. When she started moving, he almost lost it. She rocked up and down, her channel dragging and squeezing around him, coaxing his seed from him. And she was going to get it too. He counted a total of three full thrusts before he was ready to shoot inside her.
He was only able to stave off the violent orgasm inside him because he was entranced by her. She moved above him gracefully but passionately. Need was etched on her flushed face and in the way she curled her short nails into him. He didn’t have long so he quickly took in everything else, tried to memorize every inch of her because the thought that he’d have her many times more never entered his mind. There was only here and now.
His hands slid up the soft, golden skin of her legs, over her round hips to the slender dip of her undulating waist. He grabbed the front of the bra in the valley between her breasts and tugged hard.
She made a sexy noise in the back of her throat and he groaned as her breasts spilled free.
“Millaya moya. You are perfect.”
She had full, heavy breasts that he didn’t hesitate to fill his hands with. They overfilled his palm, her hard nipple teasing it as she bounced faster on him.
“More,” she said softly as if it were hard to speak.
He watched a blush deepen on her chest and neck, felt the beginning spasms around his cock and sunk a fang into his lip to keep from coming. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and cupping the flesh, pulling her nipples between his fingers. A soft gasp, then moans followed. She moved faster over him and damned if he didn’t keep hold of her breasts. She was about to take them both to paradise.
She rode harder, her breathing erratic and choppy. Dmetri couldn’t hold it any longer.
There was no way—he was a god for lasting this long.
His balls pulled tight and then she slid down him once more and he shouted. She shouted too, her hips rocking wildly as her sex clamped around him. Hot squeezing muscles tightened around his cock, coated it in her honey. His cock throbbed hard, then spurted inside her, hot, white semen jetting in unending torrents, filling and filling. She took all that he gave.
