Bit the Jackpot (20 page)

"My vampire," Seamus said as he pushed at her, hard.

Cara winced as a sharp pain tore through her. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Get out, get out."

"Shh. Just relax. I'm only half in. It will feel better when I'm all there."

What the hell kind of logic was that? Here, if your ear hurts, stick that cotton swab in even farther. Hot stove burning your hand? Just leave it there longer.

Cara tried to back up. "There is no way. It hurts too much." She felt intense pressure, and a damn uncomfortable burning sensation. Game over. She wanted out.

Seamus pinned her with his weight. "Don't move, Cara. Let me finish. Trust me."
You have to trust me
, he added in her head.

Oh, now he was going to make her feel guilty. Like if she shoved him off, he was going to be hurt. Well, she was hurting right now, with his big vampire you-know-what impaling her. "I trust you. But I've changed my mind. I don't see the point if we can just have oral sex."

She'd give him a blowjob if he would just get out.

"Appealing as that sounds, I'd rather do it this way," he said.

Ugh. He was reading her mind.

"Just one time in, and then if you still say no, I'm gone, okay?"

This was ridiculous. They were bargaining for penetration rights. "Just one. Then you owe me big time."

"Deal." He kissed her forehead, her temple, her lips softly.

Mouth over hers, Seamus pushed into her, and everything sort of clung and pinched and stung, then suddenly he was fully embedded in her and the pressure was gone. It was snug, but slick, pleasant, his pelvis bumping an interesting spot.

Not nearly as bad as before. Cara relaxed a little. Her shoulders had been almost up to her ears from tension and discomfort. She was about to open her mouth and mention that she'd done her part and he could use the nearest exit, when he pulled back on his own. And pushed into her again, his tongue mimicking the movement in her mouth.

Hey, now. This wasn't bad at all. He did it again and then again, slow and easy. Um, actually, this was kind of nice, the way her body sort of wrapped around him. He was past his one-thrust allowance, but she wasn't sure she minded.

Seamus gave a tight, low groan. "Cara… oh, yes, baby, this feels good."

That was a sexy sound. She was having
that
kind of effect on Seamus, and that was hot. She touched his firm butt. He had a great one, all tight and hard and manly. It seemed like a good time to really get a grip on it.

It made them collide together a little harder, sending a jolt of desire through her. Okay, now she was understanding how and why this worked. A gasp slipped out as a delicious shiver rippled up and over her. That little thing he was doing, faster now, this made sense, this was hot.

"This is good."

"Told you. You need to listen to me more often. I'm always right."

As long as he was wasn't being smug about it. Pinching his butt to show what she thought of his words, she wrapped her legs around his thighs and rocked up to greet him. They both grunted in delight at the impact.

"You're not right about the curtains," she managed to say between gasps, groans, and thrusts.

Seamus wrapped an arm around her and tumbled them in a one-eighty, so that he wound up on his back and Cara was splayed out on his chest, amazed that he was still inside her. Intrigued by the possibilities, she wiggled a little to adjust her position.

He said, "I am definitely right about the ugly curtains. And I'm right when I say you're going to enjoy being on top."

"I disagree about the curtains." She gripped the bed on either side of Seamus and let her hair fall over his chest. Experimenting, she swiveled her hips and marveled at how there was no pressure, just an incredible tingling arousal. "But I have to admit you're definitely right about this."

Not really knowing what she was doing, she just starting moving, adjusting as needed, trying different rhythms, angles, and motions, startled at how just a tiny shift could move her from nice to eye rolling. Seamus lay still and let her work it all out, though he couldn't seem to resist pinching and licking her nipples and interjecting words of encouragement.

"That's it, baby, take what you want."

She had found a damn good position, one that allowed her breasts to brush against his chest, and her body to grind together with his, hitting a perfect spot. Cara closed her eyes, dropped her head down alongside his shoulder, and picked up the pace, driven to pump harder, more frantically.

"Yes, Cara, go, you're doing it, you're so fucking hot." Sea-mus's voice was rough, excited, and she felt his thoughts cloud over her and in her again, wrapping his desire around her own and spurring her on.

"Should I stop?" she said, hoping like hell he didn't say yes, but figuring it was polite to ask. "I think I'm going to come."

"Don't stop. Hell no. Come on me, Cara."

He didn't have to tell her twice. She wasn't sure she could stop any longer, anyway. Snapping up her head, she rocked down on him, and exploded. The orgasm snapped up through her, forcing her back to arch, and her teeth to clamp down on her lip in a violent clench.

Her amazement, her exhilaration, her thoughts, all poured out, spilling like honey and running quickly down over Seamus. He groaned at the intensity of her emotion, her delight as she rode out her orgasm, thighs spread over him, body fitted down onto him like a hot, wet glove.

Shit
…
hello
...
damn… Seamus
… all rolled through her thoughts, like random words her brain grabbed on to, her body singing with physical stimulation. It was arousing, a little slap to his already racing libido, and Seamus started to thrust up inside her, drawing a startled gasp from Cara.

Love him… love Seamus
fell out of her head right into his and Seamus paused for a split second, wondering if he had heard that right. She loved him? That wasn't possible. But he loved her, he knew, fiercely and desperately. Cara groaned, like she had heard him.

I love you
came loud and clear, like she'd whispered it right into his ear.

Seamus swallowed hard, then grabbed Cara and flipped her onto her back. As he thrust, her legs fell farther apart, her arms slack against the sheets, her eyes half closed, expression rapturous. She was his, his, his. His woman, his vampire, his lover, his fledgling. He wanted all of her, hard and fast, he wanted her to understand who and what he was to her, that no man, mortal or immortal, was ever going to touch her flesh the way he could.

Reaching down, he cupped her cheek, using his elbow for stability as he pushed into her again and again. With his thumb, he traced her smooth skin, her pert rosy lips. Her tongue came out and wet his skin before she bit him. Just sank her fangs on the backside of the fingernail and drew blood. It was so unexpected, so erotic, that Seamus lost his rhythm for a second.

But when she sucked, making little sounds of approval, he went at her with renewed energy, wanting in her deeper, everywhere. He bent over and plunged his own fangs into her creamy shoulder, pinning her still when she jerked in surprise. He drew hard, quickly, pulling back with a mouthful of her hot blood rushing all over his tongue.

She looked up at him with dilated eyes, thick black pupils glassy and unfocused. "Oh, Seamus. More, more! Harder."

He could do that. Shifting up higher on his knees, he went harder, rushing on, spiraling out of control in a way that felt better than good, more than ecstasy. It was consuming, all there was, just Cara and just him buried deep inside her. She ran her lips over his bicep, then slipped her teeth into him. She sucked frantically with lots of sound and jarring movement as his thrusts bounced her around.

The tug of blood pulled at his body, his legs, his groin, his lungs, blending him with her completely and totally. He clamped on to her neck, and he heard in his head, felt through her emotions, her scream of utter ecstasy. Rolling them, locked together, they grappled and gripped and pulled and sucked while Cara had a second orgasm, then a third nipping at the heels of the second, her mind a delicious jumble of nothing but frantic delight, urges for more.

They had kicked most of the bedding off and had traveled the whole length of the bed. Squashed against the headboard, Seamus found the barrier he was looking for. Wedged like this, Cara couldn't scoot away from him by the sheer power of his thrusts. The headboard and wall kept her still, made her body take the full length of him. Somehow she had turned sideways, her bottom nestled in the crack between the mattress and board. But her chest was still front facing, and while the whole thing was probably spine breaking, Seamus buried a hand in her glossy thick hair, wrapped his fingers around and around, and pounded himself to a finish.

He licked her blood off his bottom lip as she swatted at his arse and tried to shift, to move away from him or to bite him, he wasn't sure. Either one he wasn't going to tolerate. He locked her arms above her head, crushed her with his weight, and exploded, two hundred years of sexual restraint hurling out with a massive yell. It went on and on, until he was nothing but a shuddering mass of spent muscle, sweat on his forehead, throat raw.

"Damn," he managed, before he collapsed on her.

Cara was taking deep, uneven breaths and pushing her hair off her face, her eyes wide. Seamus knew he should get off her. Her thighs were going to be sore, not to mention more delicate parts, but he didn't want to let her go.

So easing out of her body, he rolled onto his back and took her with him. She lay limply on his chest, though her fingers softly stroked his shoulder.

"Seamus?"

"Yeah?" He swallowed the excessive saliva in his mouth and wrapped his arms solidly around her back and bottom.

"Wow." She sighed. "I'll think of something better to say later, but for right now just… wow."

"That's good enough for me," he said, though Cara was asleep before he even finished speaking.

Seamus closed his eyes and did the same.

When they stepped off the elevator, Alexis ran into Ethan's back. "Why did you stop? Who's in the hall?"

She was starting to get a little unnerved. Given that every time she turned around and blinked lately someone was being attacked, she was feeling a little cautious. "Get back in the elevator!"

Yanking on her husband's arm and turning around to find the down button, it took her a second to realize Ethan was laughing.

"What's so funny?" She let go of him, disgusted with both his reaction and hers. When had she become so quick to panic? She'd always prided herself on keeping her cool in all situations. Marriage had made her a wimp.

"I think we'll have to wait to discuss the current situation with Seamus. Listen." Ethan jerked his head down the hall toward Sea-mus's apartment. They were a good twenty feet away from the door, two other suites between the elevators and Seamus's.

"I don't hear anything." Alexis moved around Ethan, annoyed with her husband, annoyed that she couldn't seem to stop worrying about her sister, annoyed that maybe Ethan's political opponent wanted him dead. It was stressing her out. She just wanted a bag of blood and bed.

"You don't hear that?" Ethan asked in amazement, rooted to the gray carpet in the hallway.

"No, Mr. Super-Cool-So-Much-Older-Than-Me Vampire. I don't have your hearing skills." But now that she thought about it, she did hear something. "What is that? It sounds like… pounding."

Ethan's lip twitched. "You could call it that, I suppose."

Frowning, Alexis concentrated on listening. That pounding sound was accompanied by moans. Well. She was starting to get a clearer picture of what was happening down the hall.

Especially when Cara's voice rang out, sharp as glass, "Oh, Sea-mus! More, more. Harder."

"She wants more," Alexis said to Ethan.

"And harder."

The male grunts joined in chorus with the female moans, the pounding increasing. Alexis started to feel a little jealous. They were rocking the casino down there. "Should we tell them that everyone on the thirty-second floor can hear them?"

"I doubt they care." Ethan was grinning.

"I guess not." Alexis headed toward their own apartment. "Though I have to admit I'm kind of surprised. I didn't really think Cara liked Seamus all that much. Maybe it's the high from winning all that money. Or maybe it's the fear of almost being killed again tonight. Staring death in the face makes people do weird things."

"Having sex is a weird thing?" Ethan looked baffled. "Why wouldn't they be sleeping with each other? They live together. They spend a great deal of time together. It seems perfectly natural that they would be, and I'm pleased for Seamus. He's about a century past due for a girlfriend."

It didn't seem that simple to Alexis. Cara had talked about wanting to escape. Have Seamus kick her out. It didn't make sense to Alexis that she would suddenly change her mind. It made her start to wonder if Cara was actually a spy.

Alexis gave herself a mental eye roll. Geez, she was losing it. Cara was an exotic dancer, not a spy for Donatelli.

"I don't think I'd like to date another vampire. What happens when you break up? You'd spend the next four hundred years avoiding each other. No thanks." Alexis opened their door and went inside, kicking off her sandals. She hated wearing shoes in the apartment.

"Sometimes the things you say make no sense, given that you're married to a vampire," Ethan told her. "But I love you anyway."

That made her bristle. "Are you trying to start something with me?"

Ethan gave a lecherous smile. "Yes. Listening to Cara reminds me how I'd like to spend the rest of the night."

Alexis threw her purse up on the kitchen countertop. "How? Begging Seamus for more?"

He made a face. "Very funny. No, I want to make love to you, my beautiful wife."

Even though she felt tense, Alexis let him pull her into his arms.

"Ethan?" she asked, even as he kissed her neck and started to undo the buttons on her thin sweater.

"Hmm?"

"If Donatelli has a hit out on you, I'm going to rip his testicles off and make him eat them. Just to warn you."