Bite Me (7 page)

I lifted my head so that I could kiss him again. It seemed that my reign as the Queen of Bad Decisions had yet to end. Conner’s hands wandered down my sides to toy with the elastic of my panties. He sat back on his calves and yanked the underwear down my legs. Now all I wore were my sexy black stilettos. Conner grasped my ankles and spread my legs, pushing them up so my knees were bent.

When I tried to close my knees, Conner just shook his head. “Don’t move.”

I felt incredibly exposed, but anticipation curled in the pit of my stomach. I watched as he lifted one of my ankles and unbuckled the strap of my shoe. When he was finished, he placed my bare foot back on the mattress and lifted my other leg for the same treatment. I gripped the comforter in my fists as he replaced my leg.

“Spread them wider.”

Jesus, this was intense, especially for our first time. Still, I gripped the underside of my knees and pulled my legs wider apart. Conner’s eyes began to glow brighter as he studied me. He leaned forward, his shoulders forcing me to spread wider. I gasped when I felt his tongue lick the inside of my thigh and my leg twitched.

“Hold still,” he said.

Easy for him to say. He didn’t feel like his insides were going up in flames. I whimpered as he licked me again, this time in the crease where my thigh met my hip. Then his lips closed over my clit, and I heard a high, keening sound. As his hot mouth worked me, I heard the sound again and realized it was coming from my throat. My hips arched as he slid two fingers inside me. I tried to hold myself as still as possible, but it felt too good. I bucked under the sensations. Conner removed his fingers from between my legs and I moaned. His hard hands pressed my ass into the mattress, keeping me from writhing as his tongue swirled over my clitoris over and over again.

Without warning, an orgasm burst inside of me. I’d never come so fast or hard. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, Conner was sprawled on top of me, sliding his cock against me. My hips bucked as each stroke seemed to draw out my climax. Then he reached between us and in a single slow thrust he guided himself inside me. My internal muscles quivered around him.

I grabbed Conner’s shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch beneath my fingers, as he began to move. His eyes were so bright I could barely stand to meet them. He moved harder and faster, his pubic bone grinding against my clit with each stroke. This time I felt the orgasm building low in my belly. I tucked my knees high against his sides, lifting my hips to meet each thrust. Conner threw his head back, and I knew he was close too. He shifted his hips, and he was suddenly rubbing a spot inside me that intensified the pleasure and there was no holding back.

White exploded behind my eyes as I came. I was barely aware of sinking my teeth into his flesh where his shoulder met his neck. He groaned, and I knew he was coming with me.

I was breathing hard and damp with sweat when Conner rolled us to our sides. I opened my eyes and immediately saw the mark my teeth had left on his shoulder. I watched in amazement as the dark red depressions in his skin lightened to pink and then gradually disappeared.

My gaze flew to his. “I am so sorry, Conner. I didn’t mean to bite you. I’m not sure what came over me.”

His smile was lazy and satisfied. “It’s fine, Donna. More than fine. Your bite would be considered foreplay by most vampires. It was extremely arousing.”

Okay, that may be true but it wasn’t exactly fair. “But I wouldn’t let you bite me. It wasn’t right for me to mark you like that, even if it healed almost immediately.”

Conner’s expression grew even more smug, if that was possible. “I did not ask you to promise not to bite me. In fact, you may bite me as much as you like.” He ran a hand down my side, and I had to force myself not to stretch under his touch like a cat. “One day you will trust me enough to allow me the privilege of tasting your blood. Until then, I will enjoy tasting you in other ways.”

With that, he lifted my hand from his chest and slid my index finger into his mouth, sucking it gently. I felt the touch of his tongue all over my body. Good God, this man, or vampire, was dangerous as hell. He gripped my ass and rolled us again until I was astride him, staring down at his face. I felt his erection and wiggled a little.

“Again?” I asked.

He grinned, flashing that damn dimple at me. “Yes, again.” He smacked my ass playfully. “This time you get to do all the work.”

It looked like there would be one great perk to dating a vampire; quick recovery time. I smiled and moved against him. Time for Round Two.

I woke up the next morning and stretched under the sheet. My muscles were sore, but I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. If all vampires were as amazing in bed as Conner, I wasn’t surprised they kept their existence a secret. Women everywhere would be plotting to kidnap them and keep them as sex slaves.

I reached out and encountered empty air. I jerked into a sitting position. All of Conner’s clothes were gone from the floor. Sucking in a sharp breath, I threw back the blankets and climbed out of bed naked. My stomach clenched as I grabbed my robe from the closet. I didn’t bother to call Conner’s name as I walked down the short hallway to my living room. Somehow my apartment just felt empty. I knew he was gone. A quick glance around assured me that my instincts were correct.

Anger and hurt roiled in my gut. I went back to the bedroom and checked the bed and the nightstand to see if maybe there was a note. Of course, there wasn’t. The hurt bubbling inside me disappeared, leaving only ire. Who the fuck did Conner Savage think he was? I guess refusing to let the vampire suck my blood on the first date meant he wouldn’t be around in the morning. What an asshole.

Since screaming my head off to release my anger wasn’t an option, I stripped off my robe and threw on some running clothes. A nice long run would help me let off steam and keep me from calling him and reaming his ass. I connected my earbuds to my smartphone and headed out the door. I pushed myself harder and faster than I had in months. I don’t know what drove me the most, my feelings toward Conner or the irritation I felt with myself for my gullibility.

By the time I circled back around to my apartment, I was soaked in sweat and I must have run at least five miles. Exhausted, I dragged myself back through my door and drank a huge glass of water. I set coffee to brew while I peeled off my clothes and headed to the shower.

As I stepped under the spray, I caught a whiff of Conner’s scent and then the pain and disappointment hit. The vampire bastard had used me, and I had naively thought that we had something more meaningful between us than a one night stand. I knew that tears were running down my face, but I refused to admit even to myself that I was crying. Instead, I washed my hair and my body until every trace of my night with a vampire was gone. By the time I shut off the water, my tears were over, and I refused to shed any more over a fucking man, vampire or not.

I had to work that night, so I spent the day doing laundry and reading. First, I washed the sheets and blankets on my bed. I didn’t need any reminders of my gullibility. Or the unbelievably sexy scent of Scottish vampire. While I waited for each load, I read a gruesome murder mystery by one of my favorite authors. The romance novel I started a few days ago was only pissing me off, so I decided blood and guts would have to do. I also enjoyed the fact that the girlfriend had killed her lying, cheating scumbag of a man and gotten away with it. It suited my negative feelings about men perfectly. I barely managed to finish my last load of clothes before I had to get dressed and head to the bar.

My crankiness had not lessened a bit when I walked into the lounge that night. Jenna and Lauren were both on duty and waved at me when I entered. Marissa, one of the other waitresses, was there. My pet name for her was Psycho-bitch from Hell, or PBH for short. She was pretty enough, but not as gorgeous as she liked to believe. Also, her head really was too big for her body. Whenever she was acting particularly entitled and bitchy, I liked to fantasize about squeezing her neck until her lollipop-shaped skull popped off. The image always made me smile.

As I made my way to the back room to stow my purse and grab an apron, Marissa flounced up to me. “Donna, can you cover for me next Friday?” She smiled pleasantly, making an effort to be nice now that she needed something from me. I knew it wouldn’t last long when she heard my response.

“Sorry Marissa, I have plans. You’ll have to ask someone else.”

Her sweet expression immediately melted into a scowl. “No one else can do it. C’mon Donna, don’t be a bitch. I have something important to do.”

I figured that her important thing to do was well-dressed, well-off, and well on his way to getting into her pants and sneaking out before she woke up the next day. Because of this, I didn’t feel too guilty about my reply.

“No, Marissa.”

It quickly became apparent she wasn’t going to let this go when she fisted her hand on her hip and tossed her hair. “It’s not like you have a date or anything.”

I ignored the clench in my stomach at her words. The first date I’d had in months was last night and I’d been screwed literally and figuratively. Still, she didn’t need to know that.

“Actually Marissa, I do have a date.” I just didn’t mention that it was with my five girlfriends.

She narrowed her eyes, obviously not believing what I said. “Fine. Whatever.” With that parting comment, she tossed her long, bleached blond hair again and walked away.

I rolled my eyes and saw Jenna standing nearby, her finger circling near her temple in the international sign for batshit crazy. Unable to help myself, I laughed and headed into the break room.

Lauren and Jenna seemed to sense my bad mood and were in fine form that night in an effort to perk me up. By the end of the night, my hurt and anger were no longer as sharp, and I was laughing at their antics. Marissa was still sour-faced and in a foul temper, but even her raging case of cuntitis couldn’t dampen our mood.

By closing time I’d almost forgotten that a smoking hot vampire had given me four amazing orgasms the night before and left me high and dry in the morning. I blew the girls kisses, well except for Marissa, and drove home in a much better mood than I had started the day. I kept my eyes peeled as I pulled into my apartment complex parking lot. My experience of almost being kidnapped by three men made me much more wary than I had ever been before. I kept my head up and my new pepper spray ready in my hand.

I went up the stairs to the outdoor walkway that ran in front of my apartment. As I rounded the corner, a large form dressed in dark clothes appeared in front of me. I gasped and my arm came up, my finger already depressing the trigger of the pepper spray, when I realized that it was Conner. I almost went ahead and sprayed the shit straight into his eyes just to be spiteful, but didn’t bother since I knew it wouldn’t hurt him very badly. It wouldn’t be worth the price of a new bottle of spray.

By the time I had come to this conclusion, Conner had gripped my wrist and pulled me quickly down the hallway to my apartment door. Now that I stared his sculpted face, blue eyes, and thick dark hair, my good mood disappeared. The emotions I felt that morning returned.

“Why are you here, Conner?” I asked bluntly. It may have been a bad idea to mouth off to a vampire, but I’d already realized that Conner brought out the side of me that made stupid choices.

He seemed surprised that I was unhappy with his presence, but it was difficult to tell. Conner was suddenly doing a good job of masking his emotions behind a blank face. I realized it was actually his complete lack of reaction that always gave him away with me. I took a careful step back. Angry vampires were a bad thing, and Conner looked a little miffed. Okay, more than a little miffed.

Of course, Conner noticed my retreat and his face relaxed. “I’m here to see you.”

I quickly sidestepped him and headed toward my door. “Really?” I was proud of myself. I sounded completely disinterested.

Focused on unlocking my door, I jolted when I felt Conner’s hand clasp the nape of my neck. His lips brushed my ear when he spoke. “Are you going to tell me why you’re so angry, Donna?”

“I’m not angry,” I lied.

Conner’s hand squeezed my neck lightly. “Don’t lie to me. I can’t hear your thoughts or control you, but you do broadcast your emotions. I can feel that you’re angry and hurt. Why are you angry and hurt?”

I wanted to shrug off his hand, but I already knew how much stronger than me he was, so I kept my head down. “When I woke up alone this morning, I assumed that was a sign you were done pursuing me.”

Conner turned me to face him so that my back was to the door. I refused to look away from his gorgeous blue eyes. He may have superior strength and speed but I would be damned if I would quail before him. He studied me intently.

“I am beginning to see that I made a mistake. I had business to attend to early this morning, but I didn’t want to wake you, so I left.”

I barely managed to keep myself from snorting. Apparently men were all the same, no matter what century they were from. As if it would ever be okay to just leave a woman’s bed first thing in the morning without even saying goodbye. It was obvious even several hundred years of living didn’t mean a man would understand women any better.