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Authors: Emma Holly

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Utterly biteable.
Christian shuddered at his compulsion to sink his fangs in her there. He adored fucking her, but his body’s frustration was approaching pain. It was becoming obvious that he wasn’t going to ejaculate. Not while the sun was up. Not without feeding.
Finally, Grace reached up and clasped his face.
“You,” she said. “Christian, you take your pleasure now.”
He couldn’t bear it. He wanted to do what she said too much, and if he watched her eyes glaze with bliss one more time, he was going to do whatever it took to join in. With a heartfelt groan, he drew his cock from her pussy, hovering above her on shaky knees and elbows. Wet as he was from being inside her, the air was cold on his simmering skin.
“I’m not sure I can,” he said ruefully. “I’m really . . . not a day person.”
Grace laughed, but in a soft way he couldn’t mind. Making love to him had made her bolder. Her hand slid down his lightly perspiring chest, a testimony—had she but known it—to his intense excitement at taking her. Her smile curved deeper as her fingers found his painfully swollen cock. They played along the shape of him—his crest, his flare, the pulsing streams of blue veins. When her thumb and index finger formed a ring around his base and pulled, he couldn’t contain his intake of breath.
His rebellious hips tried to follow the tug back down.
“Grace,” he murmured to caution her.
“No,” she said. “Let
me
see what I can do to help
you
.”
 
 
G
race didn’t know what guided her. Maybe all women had these instincts. All she knew was that she felt like a different person. Each thrust of his beautiful cock inside her had remade her.
She shimmied under him, pressing little kisses to the muscles of his torso. His knees were spread, and she wiggled between them on the trailer’s dusty linoleum, barely sparing a thought for what this would do to the already crumpled mess of her dress. Christian was hard, he was lovely, and his body had been trembling for a while now with its need for release.
That was what mattered. Not where her shoes had fallen or how she would comb her hair. She wondered if he’d be able to stay crouched above her while she did what she planned, or if his muscles—like hers—would turn to sun-warmed honey and fail to support him.
Willing to find out, she used the grip she had on his erect penis to tug his hips to her.
“Grace,” he groaned as the melting smoothness of his glans slipped into her mouth.
He was sugar candy she could suck, was chocolate and brandy and all things lickable and yummy. She rose to him as he sank to her, his palms slapping down on a new position, his thighs sliding out of the vertical to bring his groin closer. He didn’t fall on her even then. He still had control of his weight. He writhed, though, slowly, groaning as if each pull of her warm, wet mouth hurt too good to miss out on. The press and ebb of his hips cast a spell on her. He made her want to draw him deeper, to prove how brave she had become.
“Grace,” he groaned as she ran her tongue around him. “God in heaven.”
Suddenly noticing something she’d missed before, Grace pulled back and ran her thumb around the edge of his flare. Some extra folds of skin were gathered under there.
“What’s this?” she asked.
He couldn’t answer. His head was thrown back at an angle that obscured his face. In contrast, the snarl that curled from his throat was unmistakable.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No!” he panted, one hand flying down to keep hers right where it was. “I’m just . . . not circumcised. That’s my foreskin. Please play with it like you used—Please play with it any way you like.”
“It feels good?” She squeezed the soft little covering, her fingers somehow knowing how to pull it over his crest.
He made a sound like he was choking. “Very good.”
She had to use a bit of pressure so it wouldn’t retract. Christian certainly didn’t mind that. Not only was he writhing again as she twisted it experimentally over him, but the slit in his tip was leaking like she did when she especially wanted him.
He cursed as she curled her tongue out to lick the drops.
“I think it’s nice that you taste this good,” she said.
He laughed, and groaned, and she realized she maybe wasn’t being as focused as he’d like. He hadn’t made her wait for her orgasms.
“What if I—” She blushed and forced herself to go on. “What if I took you in my mouth and played with you at the same time? Do you think you could . . . have a release then?”
“Grace,” he sighed, a mysterious wealth of meaning in his utterance of her name. “Yes. Please do that.”
“Wouldn’t you rather be on your back?”
In answer, he rolled them around so neatly her elbows weren’t even bumped. She came to rest between the sprawl of his legs.
She looked up at him one more time before she began. His eyes were closed, his lips rolled together, his expression a hypnotizing mix of agony and pleasure. Seeing it, she was overcome by such a strange emotion she hardly knew how to describe it. She wanted to keep him like this forever, wanted to always be making him happy. She smoothed her hands up his powerful thighs, which were still clad in his dark trousers.
“Grace,” he said, his eyelids twitching but not lifting. It must have been her imagination, but she thought she saw a gleam of golden light under his lashes. He cleared his throat as if he weren’t sure he should ask what he wanted to.
“Tell me,” she said. “If I can, I’ll do it.”
His beautiful fingers forked through her hair, the tension in them fighting with gentleness. “Suck me hard, Grace. Use all the force you have.”
S
he took him at his word, and he thought he’d die from delight.
“Don’t let me choke you,” he gasped.
She wrapped his base in one fist, leaving the top of him for her mouth. Just as he’d thought, her full, soft lips were made for this act. She sucked him so hard he felt the edges of her teeth.
“Yes,” he groaned, unable to be hurt by this. He was thrashing under her, helpless to stop himself. His neck arched off the floor in frustration. God, he wanted to come.
And then she was digging into his trousers, her left hand warmly surrounding his drawn-up balls. His knees jerked wider at the new pressure. He’d taught her he liked this all those centuries ago, though she’d never used so much force as now. Her fingertips found the stretch behind his testicles that liked extra stimulation. They dug in, and rubbed, and Christian’s inner switch
almost
flipped.
“More.” The plea was strangled, his hips urging his cock more insistently into her mouth.
Even a human’s strength could have overwhelmed her, but she didn’t back away or tense. She trusted him. She gave to him, with absolute fearlessness. Her thumb and one finger came into her mouth, playing with his foreskin even as she tongued and drew on his crest. His brain flashed white with immense pleasure.
“Grace,” he choked. “Oh, God, I love you.”
He came before he could regret what he’d said. The orgasm thundered up his hungry nerves like a speeding train—a train with a thousand cars, apparently. He had to jerk himself from her mouth as he kept spuming. Not only were his responses slower during the daytime, but so was the unraveling of his climax.
His body knew what reward it wanted for his consideration. Quick as thought, he dragged Grace upward, using both hands to make a channel between her breasts that he could thrust into. That channel slicked with his ejaculation as the hard, tight pulses of bliss went on. He used the pads of his thumbs to press pleasure into nipples gone hard as stones. Grace nipped a kiss onto his belly.
Loving that she loved this, he moaned her name like the refrain to his favorite song.
Finally, when his body trembled from emptying, Grace sat up shakily. His hold slipped reluctantly from her gorgeous breasts, the feel of their silken warmth lingering on his palms. Her nipples were cherry red from him thumbing them. Grace looked down at herself, then covered her mouth in shock.
“Jeesh,” she said. “Look at me! I must have lost my mind. Everyone’s going to know what we’ve done.”
Her words hit him like a slap of ice water.
“And that would be so bad because?”
She gaped at him like he was crazy. “I’m Miss Wei’s assistant. You’re an
actor
.”
“I’d say I’m a good deal more to you than an actor.”
“For Heaven’s sake,” Grace cried, “I barely know you!” It was the sharpest dagger she could have thrust. He couldn’t believe he’d let her do this to him again. He’d seen the caring in her eyes. He’d felt it in her caresses. She had to have heard him say he loved her, and now she
barely knew him
?
“Oh, heck,” she said, a different kind of remorse softening her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. That was . . . You were really wonderful. Amazing. It just doesn’t change the fact that us getting involved isn’t appropriate.”
His throat felt like chilled gravel. “I know you heard what I said.”
Her cheeks flushed a shade darker. “I know you didn’t mean it. You were about to . . . you know.”
“And before you were about to
you know
for the umpteenth time, you didn’t notice a bit more going on between us than sexual chemistry? You didn’t think it strange that you knew how to do exactly what I like?”
She wasn’t going to answer. She pressed her lips together with the truculence of a five-year-old. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she said, “I could use some help finding my brassiere.”
He more than helped her. In spite of his fury with himself and her, he used the tidying powers of his aura to set her to rights again. By the time he’d finished, her dress was crisp, her hair smoothed back into gleaming waves. Only her starry eyes and her heightened color might reveal what she’d been up to.
He wasn’t certain he’d have undone that evidence even if he’d been able to.
She paused as she opened the trailer’s door. “Thanks,” she said. “For everything.”
Christian knew his eyes had slitted. “It was as much my pleasure as it was yours.”
“Right. I should—” She glanced longingly out into the sunshine and back at him, her desire to escape warring with her damned professionalism. Christian wasn’t the least surprised by which won. “We have our first press conference this afternoon. Miss Wei said she’d prepare you for it. If you stay here, she won’t be able to find you.”
“I’ll be sure to touch base with her.”
He crossed his arms and waited for her to go. She hesitated, then left without saying more.
Nine
N
im Wei had her own trailer with a section for her secretary and an office for herself. Being a filmmaker required her to work human hours at times. Though she’d learned to adjust, even for her it occasionally was too much. This shiny aluminum Airstream was her retreat—or it ought to have been.
Christian strolled in without knocking as her favorite vampire physician finished injecting her with his nearly pure-iron needle, the only metal capable of piercing an
upyr
’s skin. Resigned to enjoying her “vitamin” booster a little less, Nim Wei rubbed away the burning from the bend of her arm. Since her secretary hadn’t objected, she concluded Christian had used an eye lock to get past her.
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