Bleed For Me (2 page)

Apollo inhaled sharply as he stared at her. Then his
head lowered, and he took her breast into his mouth.

His tongue stroked her nipple, laving it with rough
care. His fingers found her other breast. They tightened, plucking
and squeezing the nipple. And his mouth kept sucking her…

Her sex grew moist. His thigh wedged between her
legs, and her skirt hiked up. She pushed down against that strong
thigh, rubbing, arching.

His head lifted, and his lips gleamed with moisture.
He stared at her with shining blue eyes. “I’m going to fuck you,
Terese.”

She swallowed. Yes, that had been the plan. Part of
it.

His thigh pressed upward, and the hard muscle rubbed
against her tender flesh. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

A slow nod. Her panties were soaked. And he’d only
just started to really touch her.

“Good.” That smile flashed again. “I’m hard as stone
for you.” His arms locked around her, and he lifted her easily,
carrying her toward the bed.

He dropped her lightly onto the mattress then yanked
off her dress, pulling with rough force. He dropped the dress onto
the floor and left her clad in just her black lace panties. Licking
his lips, he stepped back, and began to strip.

Her eyes widened when she saw his chest. The guy was
even better looking without the clothes. Tight, flexing muscles.
Dark, flat nipples. A light thatch of hair veed down his chest. He
kicked out of his pants and revealed the thick, hard length of his
cock. Veins lined the shaft, and the wide head glistened with
moisture.

Apollo leaned forward and pressed one knee into the
mattress. His fingers rubbed against the skin of her upper
thigh.

Terese licked her lips as she watched him. She
couldn’t remember ever seeing a man look at her that way before.
There was so much raw lust in his gaze.

It made her feel good.
Sexy
.

She’d felt like a monster for the past few months,
but with Apollo, she was just a woman again.

His fingers trailed up her thigh. “Spread your legs
for me, Terese.”

She did, opening herself fully to him. To his
touch.

His broad fingers slipped under the edge of her
panties. He found the center of her desire and stroked her lightly
as he rubbed his warm fingers over her hungry flesh.

Her hips arched against him, and a thin, choked cry
slipped past her lips.
Oh, yes…

One think finger plunged into her even as his thumb
pushed against her sensitive flesh, the pressure intense.
Perfect.

“You’re tight,” he whispered. “You’re going to feel
so fucking good.”

He already felt pretty damn amazing to her. He knew
just how to touch her, knew just where to stroke—

Another finger worked up inside her. He stretched
her, pulled his fingers almost completely out of her, then thrust
them back inside.

Terese squeezed her eyes shut as a moan broke from
her. She was so close to coming…with just the touch of his
hand.

His tongue rubbed over her nipple. Then his mouth
closed over her breast. He sucked her and pulled her flesh deep
into his mouth.

And shoved his fingers inside her in a quick
plunge.

“Apollo!” Her body bowed off the bed.
So
close—

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a harsh snap.

Her lashes lifted. Her gaze locked on him.

She was panting, her body shaking, need burning
through her. Why had he stopped? She wanted—

His fingers curled around the elastic band of her
panties, and he yanked, shredding the material. The lace fell onto
the bed, exposing the dark curling hair at the juncture of her
thighs and the glistening folds of her sex.

His pupils flared. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

Terese nodded, unable to speak.
Yes, definitely,
yes—

His hands squeezed her thighs, then shoved them even
farther apart. He lowered his body, and his golden head dipped
between her legs.

His breath blew over her clit, a long, slow breath
that had her tensing in anticipation. Then he licked her.

Her heels dug into the bed even as Terese buried her
fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

He growled, and the rumble vibrated against her
flesh.

“Apollo…”

He thrust his tongue inside of her.

Terese screamed and came on a long, hot tide of
pleasure.

He licked her, tasting her cream, rubbing his tongue
over her, and murmuring softly as she shook beneath him.

Then he was moving back, positioning his muscled legs
between hers, and he pushed the thick head of his cock into the
opening of her sex. “My turn,” he growled and drove into her in one
deep, hard thrust.

He filled her completely. He caught her hands and
pinned them to the bed. And he thrust into her, again and
again.

Apollo’s mouth opened over her shoulder. He sucked
her flesh, his teeth lightly scoring her in a delicious bite.

Oh, yes…
Her nails dug into his back. Another
orgasm built within her as the hunger spiraled inside her.

His head lifted, and his neck—that strong, golden
neck—was just inches away from her mouth.

“You’re so tight.” His nostrils flared. “So good…” He
drove into her again, pushing his cock balls deep into her sex.

His neck…it was just out of reach—

She locked her arms around him and twisted, sending
them both rolling across the bed.

“What the—”

Terese was on top of him. Her legs straddled his
hips, and his thick, wonderful cock was still buried inside of her.
“My turn now,” she whispered, and began to move. Up and down.
Harder. Faster.

Up.

Down.

He clenched his teeth. His fingers wrapped around her
hips, and he pulled her down onto him, pushing up in a powerful
thrust at the same time.

A moan of pleasure hummed in her throat.

She could feel him in so deep,
so deep.

Her fingers splayed across his chest. Terese rolled
her hips, then rode his cock.

Up.

Down.

Harder, faster.

Her head lowered over his throat. Her tongue snaked
out and licked his flesh.

Harder, faster.

His cock pushed even deeper inside of her. His
fingers slipped around her waist.

Up.

Her mouth opened on his neck. Her teeth pressed
lightly against his pounding pulse.

Down. Harder—

Her teeth sank into him. She pierced his throat in
one smooth bite.

“Terese!”
he shuddered. His body tightened
as he came inside of her, and his semen erupted in a hot blast.

The sweet warmth of his blood flowed over her tongue.
Sweeter, richer than she’d ever imagined.

Power surged through her. Raw. Wild.

Her hips slammed down on his, and a second orgasm
ripped through her.

And as she came, she drank, taking his warm, wet
blood into her mouth. Taking it, taking it—

“Terese…” Her name was a whisper this time. A soft,
weak whisper.

Weak?

She drew back as horror filled her. What had she
done?

She couldn’t remember how long she’d been drinking
from him. Couldn’t remember how much blood she’d taken.

She only knew she’d lost control.

The monster had taken over.

What in the name of Zeus had she done to him?

Apollo lay in the bed, his eyes closed, and his body
still shuddering with little aftershocks of pleasure.

Terese.
Her name whispered through his mind.
The woman was amazing. What had she done there at the end? Her
mouth had been on his neck, sucking his flesh, and her tight little
sex had milked his cock, then she’d—

“Apollo?” Her slightly cool palm stroked his cheek.
“Are you all right? Oh, please, please be all right.” Her palm
tapped him, once, twice. “
Please
.”

He smiled. “I’m fine.” Fine was definitely too tame
of a word. He felt about twenty times better than fine.

And it was all because of the lovely, mysterious
Terese.

Apparently the other gods had been right…choosing a
mortal for a companion was the best way to go.

His lashes lifted, and he stared at Terese’s
beautiful, but slightly worried face. “What did you do to me?”

She flinched and jumped from the bed.

“Terese…” What was happening? Why wasn’t she still in
bed with him, her lush body pressed against him? He knew she’d
enjoyed the sex as much as he had. He’d felt her climax—first
against his mouth and then around his cock.

She yanked on the leather dress. “I-I have to go—”
She stumbled back and nearly tripped over her discarded heels.

His hand waved toward the door.
Not going
anywhere
. He’d just found her, and he wasn’t ready to let her
out of his life yet.

Her hand clenched around the doorknob and she twisted
it. Nothing happened.

Apollo rose from the bed and stretched slowly. He
pulled his jeans on, but didn’t bother to button them. If he had
his way, he’d be removing the jeans soon anyway.

Her knuckles whitened, and she jerked—

The doorknob popped off in her hand.

Apollo sauntered toward her. “Why are you trying to
leave?” He asked, bending to inhale the sweet scent of her
body.

Terese froze, then glanced back at him. “I-I
just…need to go.” Her lips looked even fuller and redder than
before.

There was something wet, something dark, glistening
on the corner of her mouth. Something that looked almost
like…blood.

He frowned as he remembered the feel of her mouth on
his throat.

Her fist slammed against the wooden door. “Why won’t
the damn thing open?”

He shrugged. “What’s the rush?” His fingers caressed
her arm. “Stay with me. It’s almost dawn, we can—”

“
Dawn?”
Her eyes widened in horror and she
glanced toward the small, square window in the makeshift kitchen.
An orange- tinted glow spilled though the dusty glass. “I’ve got to
get out of here,” she said. “
Now.
”

His shoulders stiffened. Apparently his little mortal
was the kiss and run type.

Too bad. He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.
He’d had a taste, but he wanted more, so much more and—

Terese turned back to the door, lifted her heel and
rammed her foot into the wooden frame.

The door crumbled beneath the blow. Chunks of wood
sagged inward and littered the floor.

His mouth fell open.
Hera’s guard, how had a
mortal done—

She jumped over the shattered remains and raced down
the stairs.

“Terese?
Terese!”
She was leaving. Actually
running from him. Women didn’t run from him. They ran
to
him.

The slam of the metallic door echoed up the
stairs.

Oh, this wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all.

An unfamiliar, hot rage filled him.

Apollo waved his hand and disappeared.

* * *

Shit.
Terese rushed across the bar and
shoved her way past the few stragglers who were still moving on the
dance floor.

She was about to be seriously screwed. And not in the
nice, fun way that she’d been with Apollo.

How could the hours have passed so quickly? She’d
known that she’d pissed away too much time in the parking lot, but
she’d had to work up her courage before she’d entered Hades. But
she’d still thought she had plenty of time to find prey and then
get safely back to her home.

Guess I thought wrong.

She was so not good at this whole vampire thing.

“Hey, babe, do you wanna—”

“Not now,” she snapped at the drunken idiot who’d
stepped into her path. She shoved him, and he stumbled back. The
guy hit the floor and took two other dancers down with him.

The bar’s entrance was only a few feet away. So
close—

Apollo appeared in front of her, his face tight with
anger.

Terese screamed.
Where the hell had he come
from?
She’d left him upstairs. How’d he gotten—

“We are not done yet,” he told her. He reached for
her arm.

She leapt into the air, clearing his head by a foot
and landing behind him, blessedly close to the door. “Holy shit,”
she whispered, her knees trembling. She’d never done that
before!

But she didn’t have time to be thrilled with her new
skill. Terese yanked open the door and ran outside. Her car was
close by—her car with the lovely tinted windows. She could get to
her vehicle, and then—

Apollo tackled her and she knocked into the ground.
He flipped her over, forcing her onto her back, then pinned her
there, trapping her beneath his body. “What are you?” His blue eyes
were narrowed in fury.

This couldn’t be happening!
She twisted,
squirming and shoving against him.

But he didn’t move. Not an inch.

The dank scent of the earth surrounded her. And the
faint orange light from the approaching dawn streaked overhead.

Sonofa—

“Answer me!” His fingers tightened around her wrists.
“What are you, Terese?”

What are you…
not
who,
but
what
. Pain lanced through her. They’d made love. He’d held
her in his arms, and now—

Now he glared down at her with rage stamped on his
face. “Let me go!” She wasn’t going to tell him the truth. He
wouldn’t be able to handle her truth. Her nightmare.

“Are you a fairy? A nymph?”

What was he talking about? Her eyes narrowed. Had he
just called her a nympho? Sure, they’d had some really spectacular,
oh-my-God-that’s-the-best-orgasm-of-my-life sex, but that didn’t
mean she was a nympho.

“You aren’t a goddess.” His tone was definite.

Well, hell, he wasn’t exactly the prize of the
century, either! Yeah, he was good-looking, and he’d had her nearly
begging back at the bar, but now he was in a Neanderthal mode that
was really pissing her off.