Bite Me (10 page)

Feeling exposed but still extremely turned on, I moved my feet as far apart as I could. My chest heaved because I was practically panting. Suddenly he was on top of me, our chests pressed together. I started to move my hands so I could grab his shoulders, but Conner put his hands over my elbows and pinned my arms down.

“Don’t move.”

I froze.

“Until I tell you otherwise, do not move your hands or your legs,” he ordered.

I watched him as he lowered his head toward my chest. I gasped as his mouth opened over my nipple, and I felt a slight sting as he began to suck. I realized that the little pain was from his fangs. He moved his mouth to my other nipple as his hand slid down my inner thigh. My hips bucked when he slid one long finger inside of me.

“Conner,” I whimpered.

“Quiet,” he stated.

He never stopped what he was doing. As his finger moved inside of me, his thumb slid over my clit. The muscles in my abdomen clenched. I squirmed against him.

His hand stopped moving. “Keep still. You ran from me. My instincts are screaming at me that you are prey. I’m in control but barely.”

I swallowed. “Do you want to hurt me?” I asked.

Conner closed his eyes and shook his head. “No, I don’t want to hurt you. When you fled, the part of me that is completely inhuman wanted to run you down and claim you. To fuck you senseless. To bite you.”

As he said those words, his mouth lowered to my neck, sucking hard, and he suddenly thrust two fingers into me as he rubbed my clit harder, mimicking what he described. I made a keening sound and let my head fall back.

Conner continued to suck on my neck, and I knew he was marking me. I felt everything inside of me tighten. If he didn’t stop I was going to come. He moved his hips between my thighs and replaced his fingers with a part of him I liked even more. His cock was long, thick, and perfect as he slid inside of me. Conner shoved his hand beneath my back and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me into his thrusts. He was rough. I knew he was leaving bruises, but I didn’t care.

I was mindless, lost in the intense pleasure until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I wrapped my legs around Conner’s waist and buried my hands in his hair. On the edge of what I knew would be one of the best orgasms of my life, I vaguely heard Conner snarl just before I felt his teeth break through the skin of my neck. The pain was sharp but over quickly.

When he took the first long pull of my blood, the climax burst over me so strong I felt like I was being turned inside out. My nails tore into his back as I thrashed in his arms and I think I screamed. The pleasure felt like it would never end, that it would kill me if it continued, but I was willing to go.

I awoke to someone licking my neck in long strokes. My eyes drifted open, and I realized what happened. Conner lifted his head, his eyes no longer burning.

“God, Donna. I am so sorry. I warned you to stay still but that is no excuse. I never should have touched you until I knew I was in control.”

I just blinked up at him, still trying to get my brain working properly again.

He cupped my face. “Please say something. I realize this is little consolation but I only took a small amount of your blood and my saliva will help heal the wound. You will be fine.”

“Holy shit,” I croaked. “Does your bite feel like that every time?”

It was Conner’s turn to seem shocked. He stared at me. “Most would find my bite pleasurable but only you could experience that kind of ecstasy.”

My brain was still foggy, or I would have paid more attention to his exact words.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

Conner’s face was serious. “I wanted you to trust me. If I had to convince or coerce you it wouldn’t be the same as you giving me your trust freely.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I understand.”

“Are you very angry with me?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I’m not angry. I’ve been thinking about it the last few days. I wasn’t quite ready yet but I was already considering it. Even though you say you were out of control, you were present enough not to cause lasting damage or even truly hurt me. Now I
know
without a doubt that I can trust you. I also know that I enjoy your bite tremendously.”

Conner kissed me and pulled away smiling. “I am sorry that I broke my promise to you, but I have to say I’m relieved that you aren’t angry with me.”

I ran my hands down his back. “If all my orgasms are like the last one, I’ll only be mad at you if you don’t bite me.”

Laughing, he rolled us out of the bed and pulled me toward the bathroom. “Time for a shower.”

I stopped short when I saw streaks of blood on his back and light pink lines slowly fading into his skin.

“What happened to your back?” I asked. It dawned on me that I had scratched him. “Did I do that to you?”

He glanced over his shoulder at his back with a smirk. “Yes. You must have dug deeply into my skin. Otherwise it would have been healed by now.” When he saw the horrified look on my face, he laughed again. “Don’t worry, Donna. I enjoyed it almost as much as you enjoyed being bitten.”

I was still staring at him, completely bewildered, when he turned on the shower full force and shoved me under the cold spray. The only reason my neighbors didn’t hear my shriek was because he was kissing me.

Two days later I had another night off. Conner invited me to his place for the first time. I appreciated it. After our conversation, he immediately made an effort to show me that he didn’t want to keep me away from his home or out of his life.

That night at about six forty-five, I was pulling into an older, upper class neighborhood. I wanted to giggle. Apparently my vampire lived in an area with a homeowners’ association. As I followed the directions on my GPS, I also realized that Conner didn’t just live in an upper class area. He was in the most expensive part of Dallas. The homes gradually seemed larger and larger. I gaped at the mansions along the tree lined streets.

My GPS instructed me to turn right into the next drive. This wasn’t a house. It was an
estate,
a gated estate. I rolled down my window and pulled up the intercom. As soon as I pressed the button, the huge, ornate wrought iron gate slowly slid open. I followed the driveway up to the house. After I parked the car, I just sat and gawked at the massive stone structure. Dear God, my vampire boyfriend wasn’t just hot. He was hot and loaded.

I knew some women would kill to have a man with money. Marissa was one of them. The thought of Conner rubbing elbows with society just made me uncomfortable. Until I lost my job, I did very well financially, but never on this level.

One of the double front doors opened and Conner stepped out. Grabbing my purse, I climbed out of the car.

“I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place,” I joked as I walked up the front steps toward him.

Conner stepped to the side to let me enter the house first. I struggled not to openly stare as I took in the foyer. His home was every bit as gorgeous on the inside as it was on the exterior.

I turned to face him when I heard the door shut. “Your home is absolutely beautiful, Conner.”

He stepped into me and gave me a light kiss. “I’ll give you a tour after I pour you a glass of wine. Let’s go into the kitchen.”

I followed him down a short hallway into my dream kitchen. The cabinets were oak, topped with grey granite counter tops. The upper doors had glass fronts. All the appliances were stainless steel, even the huge six burner stove. While I admired his kitchen, Conner pulled a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, quickly uncorked it, and poured two glasses.

I took a sip of the wine and hummed in the back of my throat. It was good. Better than what I usually kept on hand at home.

“I think this is my favorite room in the house,” I told him.

He smirked. “It’s the only room you’ve seen so far.”

I shrugged. “I like to cook, and I’ve always wanted a big kitchen with great appliances.”

“I’m glad that you like this room then,” he said. “But I still think you should see the rest of the house.”

“I’d like that, too.”

He gestured for me to follow him. The living room was not what I expected. I thought that it would be a dark man cave. Instead, it was light and relaxing. With all the windows, I was sure it got a lot of sun during the day. I guess Conner was old enough not to be overly affected by the sun. Or he just slept most of the day away in a coffin in his basement. I smirked at the thought of Conner in the clichéd subterranean coffin.

“What’s amusing you now?” Conner asked.

I watched as he set his wineglass on a table and moved toward me.

“Just that your home is not at all what I pictured.”

He slid his arms around me, pulling me closer. This was another aspect of my relationship with Conner that I liked a lot more than I should. He was very affectionate, constantly touching me in some way.

“What did you picture?” he asked.

I shrugged but couldn’t resist a little sarcasm. “I don’t know, bats and cobwebs. Lots of heavy black curtains, candelabras, and red lights.”

Conner laughed, something he was doing more and more often in the last couple of weeks. I loved making him laugh because I quickly realized that I was one of the few people who could.

He tilted his head and kissed me. It constantly surprised me, how much our relationship resembled one I would have had with a normal man. Conner was over three hundred years old. I thought that someone living for three centuries would have a ton of emotional baggage, but he was attentive, affectionate, and, in a lot of ways, a typical man.

The kiss was heating up when Conner suddenly stiffened. Before I understood what was going on, he maneuvered me behind him and faced the door to the den. I clutched his sides. Every muscle in his torso felt rock hard.

Suddenly a woman and two men rounded the corner from the hallway into the den. I peeked over Conner’s shoulder and tried to keep my eyes from bulging out. I never heard them enter or even their footsteps on the wood floor in the hall. The woman was brunette, tall, and curvy in all the right places. She knew it too because she wore a clingy dress that drew attention to her tiny waist and full bust and hips. The two men with her gave me the heebie-jeebies. They could have been twins with their dark hair, golden skin, and dead eyes.

“Well, what do we have here?” The woman’s voice was as sensual and attractive as the rest of her. Her eyes were piercing as they met mine. The hazel color of her irises brightened several shades and I quickly realized that she was a vampire like Conner.

“Vanessa,” Conner said. “Good evening. I believe that I asked you not to drop by unexpectedly anymore.” He nodded to the men with her but did not greet them by name.

The seductive expression on the female vampire’s face remained, but her eyes grew both colder and brighter. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Without thinking, I moved closer into Conner’s back and clutched his sides tightly.

Vanessa studied me like a cat might study a dead bug, with vague curiosity and disdain. After a few moments she blinked, and I wasn’t certain but I thought she looked surprised. I realized that she must have been trying to read my mind. My anxiety ratcheted up another notch. Shit. This was not good.

Conner reached down and grasped my hand at his side, bringing it around his waist. He laced our fingers together so that my palm was pressed to his stomach above his belt. I knew he was feeling my fear and trying to comfort me.

Vanessa sauntered to the couch. She lounged back on the cushions, crossing her legs in a way that caused her skirt to ride up and almost show her hoohah. I barely kept the grimace off my face. She stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. I had to admit she looked like she belonged there.

“So who is your little pet, Conner?” she asked.

I really did not like her tone, but I remembered what Conner had told me about other vampires and that many of them viewed humans as food only. I had a strong suspicion that Vanessa fell into this category. I also had a feeling that she wouldn’t hesitate in flattening me like a pancake. So instead of opening my mouth to make a sarcastic comment as I normally would, I glanced at Conner to let him handle the situation. I may have been the Queen of Snark, but I wasn’t a dummy. This bitch was looking for a reason to chew me up and spit me out, and I refused to give it to her.