Chosen by the Vampire (Paranormal,Fantasy,Midnight) Book 1 (2 page)

“You’re literally backing me into a corner right now,” she retorted, placing her hands against the wall behind her.

Making a vague sound of agreement, he moved forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was looming over Amy, his hands resting on either side of her head. She tilted her neck to look up at him, and although her pulse was fluttering madly at the base of her throat, she didn’t look the slightest bit afraid – and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Now,” he whispered, staring right into her dark brown eyes. “I’ve reached my limit.”

When she swallowed, his eyes followed the movement of her throat, and her gaze fell to his mouth as she murmured, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I want to talk about us,” he stated bluntly, and her eyes flew back to his. Lust rocketed through his system as her lips parted slightly. “I want to ask you why you think I’m into Lisa. I want to know exactly why you’ve been pretending to be my friend for three years, when we both know you want more.”

“I haven’t been pretending!” Amy insisted, her eyes coming alive with anger. “I am your friend. I genuinely care about you. And I don’t know what – ”

“And there’s the lie,” he muttered, before he bent down and captured her earlobe between his teeth. She gasped as he nipped at her flesh, and when he let her go, he saw that her face was flushed. Adopting a more gentle tone, Carter went on, “You know exactly what.”

“Carter,” she began, looking helpless. “I can’t – What do you want from me?”

Trailing his fingertips along her cheeks, he said simply, “I don’t want anything from you.” Her brows creased in confusion, and as he traced the outline of her mouth with his thumb, Carter told her, “I just want you.”

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If she hadn’t been able to feel the waves of heat radiating off of Carter’s body, Amy would have been certain that she was in the middle of an excellent dream.

As it was, she could hardly form a single, rational thought with his thumb rubbing maddening circles around her lips. She glanced away from his molten silver eyes to get her bearings and noticed that the sky had turned inky black. Rain was lashing against the windows, and she could see some of the trees on the street swaying from side to side.

With an inward groan, Amy realized she was trapped in a storm with a vampire who was asking too many questions and making far too many astute observations for her liking – but he still hadn’t addressed her biggest concern.

“What about Lisa?” she blurted out, unable to help herself. “Didn’t you keep coming around to see her?”

With a frustrated sigh, Carter leaned in and bit down on her other earlobe, sending sparks down her spine. “I came to see you,” he said, as he pulled away. “I have always wanted to see you.” She opened her mouth, but before she could get the words out, he went on, “Lisa’s nice, but she does nothing for me.”

She arched a skeptical brow at him, and his expression turned into one of aggravation. “You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked, sounding incredulous.

Amy shook her head, completely unapologetic. “Nope. I know for a fact that Lisa is incredible. Nobody would want me, not when they could have her.”

He growled low in his throat and grabbed her by the shoulders. Dismissing her startled gasp, Carter stared unblinking into her eyes and spoke slowly, “Listen to me, Amy, because I will only say this once: I don’t want Lisa.”

She stayed silent for a long moment, thinking his statement over. His shoulders had just started to relax, when she blinked at him and wondered aloud, “Why not?”

“Are you serious?” His mouth was pressed into a thin line, and even in the dark, Amy could see his eyes flash. Pulling her closer to him, Carter declared, “I don’t want her because she doesn’t drive me crazy. She doesn’t make me want to abandon all niceties so I can ravage her in the middle of the street.” Her throat went dry and her breath hitched, but Carter was on a roll now. “She doesn’t make me laugh. She doesn’t make me want to reassess my faith in humanity. She doesn’t listen to me talk about things I liked doing a hundred years ago.”

Her eyes started to burn, and even though she knew he would be able to smell the salt, Amy couldn’t stop the tears from welling up. Swiping at her eyes, his voice softened as he told her, “She doesn’t care about me the way that you do. Nobody has ever cared about me the way that you do.” Cupping her face in his hands, Carter admitted, “More importantly, I have never cared about anyone the way that I care about you.”

For several long minutes, the only sounds Amy could hear came from the storm outside and her pounding heart. Her tears dried up as she committed his declaration to memory, and before she knew it, her anxiety and her fears and her doubts vanished and were replaced by a light feeling of hope.

Her lips stretched into a broad grin, and she covered his hands with hers as she chided, “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

He smiled, and she caught a glimpse of his teeth along with a flash of moving silver, before his mouth descended over hers, and she stopped thinking altogether. His lips were as warm as his body was, and when his tongue swept into her mouth, the heat nearly fried her brain to a crisp.

With a moan, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, feeling a gaping distance even when his body was pressed tightly against hers. Standing on her tiptoes, she draped her leg around his hip and used her unconventional hold to climb onto his body. She sighed into his mouth when her ankles crossed behind his back, pressing his bulging crotch into the apex of her thighs.

“You’re killing me, Amy,” he mumbled, his mouth still moving against hers.

She darted her tongue out and licked the corner of his lips. Breaking away for a second, she shot him a cheeky grin and sucked the lobe of his ear into her mouth. “You’re already dead, remember?”

Her breath slammed out of her as he pressed her back against the wall, and she hissed through her teeth when his large, rough hands slipped under the hem of her blouse. “Smartass,” he commented, not without affection, as his palms skimmed over her breasts. Her hips bucked into his when he squeezed her flesh through her bra, shuddering as he ground his erection harder into her.

Amy dug her fingers into his scalp as he pulled at her shirt from the inside, and her jaw dropped in amazement when the fabric bunched and ripped in his hands. Grinning victoriously, Carter pulled the cups of her bra down, fusing his mouth to her breast the moment her fleshy mound was exposed. Pinching her neglected nipple between his fingers, he sucked hungrily on the other one, and bolts of electricity shot across her body with every pull.

Whimpering, she scrabbled against him, twitching her hips and clawing her fingers, desperate for more than just his hands, aching for him to be closer, dying to feel all of his skin pressed against her bare body. Soundless, needy gasps slipped through her parted lips as he switched between her breasts, and she rolled her hips into his over and over again, silently demanding that he give her what she craved so badly.

“So impatient,” he said in mock-reproach, lapping at her tender nipple with his tongue. “Can you wait for me to finish here?”

“No,” Amy managed to pant, before words escaped her once again; she needed him inside her, and she needed him now.

“Too bad,” Carter replied, unwrapping her legs and setting her feet on the ground. He ignored her vehement protests and her obvious disapproval, and grasping her waist, he dragged his mouth along the length of her abdomen. Undoing the top of her pants, he told her, “I refuse to be rushed.”

With that, he grabbed the waistband of her slacks and her underwear and shoved the last of her clothing to her floor. Pulling her feet out of the discarded fabric, he placed one of her legs over his shoulder, licking and biting and kissing his way up her calf. Amy felt her blood hum in her veins when he raked his teeth along her inner thigh, and her fingers slipped into his hair as he pressed his nose into her throbbing pussy.

She wanted to protest at his apparent fondness for delayed gratification. She wanted to insist that he stop teasing her with light strokes and soft touches. She wanted to demand that he throw her on the floor and drive into her with reckless abandon. But then she felt his lips close over her pussy, and she lost the ability to form words.

Her fingernails dug into his scalp as Carter nipped at her lower lips, tugging at her flesh and kissing away the ache. His tongue darted out and stroked the length of her slit, drawing a broken whimper out of Amy’s parched throat. Spreading her legs a little wider, he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, going over and around the sensitive nub until her hips were bucking into his face.

His silvery eyes met hers, and through her hazy cloud of lust, she saw his pleased smirk; she couldn’t muster the effort to care because all of her attention was focused on Carter’s magical tongue rubbing dizzying circles around her sex. He scraped his teeth along the little bundle of nerves, clamping an arm around her waist when Amy nearly shot off the wall.

“Carter,” she gasped, writhing against the wall. “I can’t keep – ”

The rest of her sentence died on her lips as she felt him slide his tongue into her, thrusting in and out of her pussy while lapping away at the moisture that seeped through. Moaning over the sound of the storm, Amy pressed her cunt into his face, pushing his tongue deeper into her, forcing him to wrap his lips around her, needing the harsh bite of his teeth against her. Liquid fire began pooling in her belly, blazing across her body every time he moved, and Amy had just begun blinking stars out of her vision when Carter nipped at her clit and pulled away.

Amy stared down at him in disbelief, watching him lick away the traces of her that had surrounded his mouth. She was a little mollified at how blissed out he looked, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Her voice was hoarse when she demanded, “Why’d you stop?”

Standing up, Carter pulled her into him, urging her to wrap her legs around his hips again. “I want to be in you when I make you come,” he told her bluntly, ignoring the flush that spread across her cheeks. She climbed up on him as he added, “Besides, you were the one who said you couldn’t wait anymore.”

“I’ll do better next time,” Amy replied in mock-contrition, but from the sage way Carter nodded, she figured he’d intentionally missed the sarcasm.

“Good,” Carter sighed, affecting a disappointed tone. “Try not to rush me.”

“Sure, okay, whatever you want,” Amy babbled, ready to promise him the universe, if it meant he’d hurry up and get naked.

He cupped her ass and carried her through the door connecting the store to the stairwell. As he shut the door behind him, Carter warned her, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

When he moved to the first step, the shift in angle pushed his erection right into her clit, and moaning loudly, she shuddered in his hold. “Won’t make it to the apartment,” she gasped, reeling from the trail of sparks that were still reverberating through her pussy. “Need you in me, right now.”

He stopped in his tracks, his gaze dark and so very hungry. “If you insist,” he conceded, not sounding the least bit put off by the last minute change of plans. Setting her on her feet, he stripped off his clothes in record time, and she swayed on the step when a ray of light filtered in through the window and cast an eerie shadow over his thick, beautiful cock.

Carter smirked when he noticed the direction of her gaze, and he leaned her against the bannister. Amy trailed her fingertips across his nipples, pulling at the nubs when his silvered eyes found hers.

“Amy,” he growled, grabbing her wrists in his hands. “You keep that up, and I’ll take you upstairs and make you earn your orgasm in the longest possible way.”

Her eyes widened as she complied with his demand immediately, and when he smiled, her relief was palpable. He draped her leg around his hips and guided his cock between her wet folds. Her back arched as she felt his bulbous head press against her pussy, and a tight band squeezed across her chest when he gently stroked the length of her hair.

Amy stared into his eyes, mesmerized by the flashes of silver, and between one rapid heartbeat and the next, she felt him fill her up completely. Her breath shuddered out of her as his cock pulsed between her inner walls, and for a brief moment, she thought she could get addicted to the heat that spread from his body to hers.