Alpha Trio 3: A Special Taste (4 page)

As if sensing how close he was, Kall paused, breathing through her nose, her fingers tight around his cock. Her exhalations ruffled the dark curls that surrounded the base of his shaft as she just held his pulsing member in her warm, wet mouth.

Grig reached out, stroking a hand over the ebony fall of her hair, letting the silken strands slide through his fingers. The thundering need to come abated fractionally, to a low buzz in his veins. After a moment, Kall began to move again, her eyes on him as she slowly lifted her head, drawing back until the tip of his cock rested against those pillow soft lips.

Her tongue snaked out, lapping at him, and then she engulfed him once again, her hands stroking and squeezing, working his shaft as her lips and tongue slid over him. She sucked hard as he slipped into her throat and once again, Grig found himself on the edge of coming.

“Kalla! Sweetheart!” His fingers tangled in her hair. But she didn’t still. Instead, she picked up her pace, bobbing up and down, her satin lips slick and warm as they stretched around him.

Pounding waves of desire crashed through Grig’s veins. His hips flexed, buttocks clenching as he thrust upward, between her lips, burying himself in her throat over and over. He threw back his head and roared, the cords of his neck standing out starkly against his straining throat.

Dimly, it occurred to him that it was a good thing the barracks were empty just now. Not that he would have cared if they weren’t. He cared for nothing now except the pleasure coursing through him and the slick, heated caress of Kall’s mouth on his cock.

She gripped his hips, pulling him hard against her until he was buried to the hilt, her lips brushing his pubic thatch. Her fingers held him as he tried to buck against her wriggling tongue. So close! He was almost...

And then he felt the sharp, sweet sting of Kalla’s fangs slipping into his throbbing, aching flesh. Grig exploded, arching violently upward, pressing her downward. His fierce, wonderful woman sucked him hard, swallowing as his cock swelled and pulsed between her lips. Both his blood and his seed flowed into her in a hot rush.

Curses and prayers, praise and words of love dropped from Grig’s lips without conscious thought as she kept drawing on him. He could feel the tug on his veins as she drank his blood and even that was pleasure, extending his orgasm until he felt as if she’d drawn every drop from him.

He collapsed backward against the cool stone wall, shaking with repletion, panting. Slowly, her tongue still softly laving his length, Kall withdrew her fangs and slid off of him.

Grig’s whole body trembled as he came down from the incredible high. Kall licked her lips, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed pink. “God, you taste good,” she groaned.

She raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers as if she could capture more of his flavor that way. Despite the soul-shaking orgasm he’d just had, fresh lust trickled through him at her words.

He slithered suddenly off the edge of the bunk, landing in front of her with a thump. She didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. Fuck, was she fierce. In a flash, she tugged her t-shirt off over her head and tossed it away, her lips curving upward into a grin.

“Take off your shirt,” she commanded him, her white hands reaching up to cup her small, firm breasts. She tweaked the pink points of her nipples, moaning. Grig tore his shirt off and yanked her against him, snaking his arms around her slender back.

Kall rose on tiptoe again, crushing her mouth to his in another brutal, demanding kiss. There was nothing timid about the gorgeous vampire. She fisted one hand in his hair, tightly, bending his head to hers. She was so strong Grig couldn’t lift his head. Not that he wanted to.

Her other hand raked down his back, nails sending stinging darts of pain skittering along his nerves. She rubbed herself against him like a cat, her skin like cool silk against his heated flesh. The stiff peaks of her breasts raked across his chest. Kall groaned and bit at his lower lip.

“Pants, off.” His voice was a snarl, his words clotted and thick with feral lust, but Kall understood. She reached between them to pop the button and slide down the zipper and then they both began to shove the resistant leather down over her slim hips and the firm curve of her toned ass.

She licked at his ear, scraped her human teeth along his stubbled jaw. “Fucking leather pants.”

Grig chuckled. “I was just thinking the same thing. Why couldn’t you wear a skirt, instead?”

“Doesn’t really go with the whole badass rogue vampire look.” She shrugged grinning.

They’d gotten the pants down to her thighs, but could go no further without unlocking lips. With a growl, Grig gripped her waist and tossed her up onto the nearest bunk. She laughed, the sound rich and heady.

“Hold on,” he instructed, before curling his fingers around the thick leather and peeling them the rest of the way down her long, lean legs. The smooth, creamy expanse of skin that was bared to his gaze made Grig groan. Blood pounded into his cock.

Unabashedly, Kall leaned back and spread her legs, her milk white thighs parting to reveal the tiny triangle of black hair at the top of her slit.

No panties.

Her pussy glimmered, her opal skin slick with her juices. She slid one delicate hand down and used two slim fingers to part her pussy lips, baring the glistening pink folds to his ravenous gaze.

“Fuck,” Grig groaned.

“Yes,” Kall replied with a grin.

But first, Grig needed to taste her. He shoved his jeans off, kicked them away, and closed the distance between them in a single stride. He grabbed her knees and hooked them over his shoulders, burying his face between her thighs.

Kall twined her fingers into his long hair, wrapping it around her hands as she arched up, pressing her cunt against his questing tongue.

“Gods, yes! Put your tongue on me, Grig!”

Her wish, his command. He lapped at the slick pink folds of her pussy, worming his tongue up into her snug, slippery sheath to lick at her clutching inner walls. He nibbled her clit, sucking the tight bud between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.

He devoured her, hands hard on her hips, pulling her against his voracious mouth. He’d never tasted anything so sweet. For the moment he’d smelled her skin, that light, fresh rose smell, he’d been dying to taste her. And it was better than he could have imagined.

Too soon, Kall was tugging at his hair, pulling him away from her drenched pussy.

“Kalla,” he growled, licking his lips for more of her flavor. “Let me –”

“Later. Now, I want your cock inside me. I need it. Got me, wolfie?” She yanked his hair, eyes glittering like black diamonds.

“So demanding.” He chuckled, his cock once again throbbing, hard and ready to go. “Your wish, my command, sweetheart.”

He backed up a step but reached up to slide two fingers up the length of her dripping slit and briefly circle her clit. Kall hissed, eyes narrowing, but he quickly withdrew his hand and brought his slick digits to his mouth. Her lips quirked as she watched him suck them clean.

“I like a man who knows how to take orders.”

He snarled, snatching her down onto her feet. He kissed her hard, bruising her plump lips with his ferocity and nipping her tongue before spinning her around. He pressed her back to his chest for a single moment, squeezing her in his arms, and then gripped the back of her neck and bent her forward.

“Oh, I’m nothing if not obedient,” Grig replied with dark intent, kicking her feet apart. Kall braced her palms on the lower bunk before her, watching him over her shoulder with one dark, glittering eye.

“That so?” She wriggled her hips in his grasp, the curve of her ass and the straight line of her pale back painting a beautiful sight.

Grig fisted his renewed erection and lined himself up with the slick entrance to her pussy. “What was it you said? You want my cock inside you? Now?” He plunged his entire rigid length inside her, to the hilt, with one brutal thrust.

“Yes!” Kall arched her spine, angling her hips. Her fingers curled into the rough blanket on the cot, her nails shredding the fabric as she pushed back against Grig’s invading shaft. “Harder!”

He stroked down her back and flanks, fingers digging into her soft flesh. He bent over her, hips flashing like a piston, in and out of the hot, slick, tight confines of her pussy. Her swollen tissues clung to him, stroking and squeezing his cock in her satin embrace.

“So tight,” he growled. “So good.”

“More!” Kall answered. “Grig, more, please!”

He gave her more. Harder. Pounding every thick inch into her and then pulling back out, again and again. They both panted and groaned, sweat popping out to slick their skin. The fire inside Grig kept growing and growing. It began in his gut and spread to the base of his spine, flaring with each thrust of his cock into Kall’s slick passage.

Her scent, ripe and sweet, hung around him like a cloud, making him even more hungry for her. He bent over her further, licking at her damp shoulder, scraping his teeth over her silken skin. She gasped and bucked. Grig gripped her hair, tugging her head to the side so he could claim her mouth, his tongue thrusting and parrying against hers.

The slippery friction of her pussy gliding over his cock stoked the flames inside him. Grig grunted each time he slammed his cock home into the warm, welcoming well of her sex. His balls slapped her clit, drawing tiny, sharp gasps at the end of each downward stroke.

He licked at her fangs, feeling them elongate as he kissed her. They nicked his tongue and lips, bringing beads of blood to the surface. Kall moaned so ecstatically at the taste of his blood that Grig purposefully did it again, dragging his tongue over the razor sharp edge. He mashed her lips with his own, tasting it the second those plump curves were cut on her fangs and began to ooze.

Kall’s blood tasted like her pussy, sweet and delicious. It was only after the burst of heady flavor dissipated that he could detect the metallic hint of blood. And he didn’t care.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, fingers tightening in her hair as he plowed his cock savagely into her slippery confines. He sucked at the drops of blood welling from her lips like rubies, eyes blazing into hers. No more claiming there was nothing between them but a little swapped blood. This was more. This was Mating. He knew it. And so did she.

She nodded. “Yours,” she moaned in reply. Bestial pleasure curled through his blood at her acknowledgement. Grig felt as if someone had opened up a tap inside him, pleasure gushing through his cells. Kall bit his lip, piercing it with her fangs. The pain only twisted around the pleasure, making it spark. “And you’re mine,” his feral beauty growled back.

He couldn’t respond with his lip captured by her mouth, but as soon as she released it with a wet pop, Grig grinned. “No one else’s, babe. I’m yours.”

“I need... more...” Kall twisted suddenly, knocking him off her back as she reached over her head with one hand, her left hand, and gripped the edge of the bunk. Her left leg followed suit, toe pointed as she swept it high up above his head. Then, like an eel, she slithered her body around.

Grig’s knees almost gave out as she rotated her body on his cock, clinging to the edge of the bunk until she’d wrapped her legs around his waist. Then she released the bed and her stomach muscles tensed as she pulled herself upward to twine her arms around his neck.

“Holy fuck,” Grig gasped, unable to believe the acrobatic maneuver she’d just pulled. His hands cupped her ass, pressing her hard against him, groin to groin. Kall’s grin stretched ear to ear, her fangs tipped in blood.

“I was bendy before I turned. Now I’m
super
-bendy.”

He began to move, lifting her and lowering her on his cock as his arched upward into her welcoming heat. “Ahh, the advantages to having a vampire Mate!”

She licked his neck, grinning, her tongue tracing his carotid artery. But she didn’t bite. She nibbled and sucked, but her fangs only lightly scratched his skin. Grig slid one hand up to tangle in her hair and press her closer to his throat.