Duncan (28 page)

His only response was a humming noise as he bent to take a taut nipple into his mouth at last.

Emma groaned, fisting her fingers in his hair and holding him against her in case he thought to escape. She struggled to catch her breath, wishing she’d worn a different skirt, or no skirt at all, so she could wrap her legs around his hips and feel that long, hard erection between her thighs. She would climax from just the feel of it against her swollen sex. She knew she would.

“Duncan,” she said again, sucking in a sharp breath as he scraped his teeth over her nipple and she felt the sharp points of his fangs against her tender flesh. She breathed out on a sigh of pleasure. “You know those hours you talked about?”

His tongue lapped at her breast, soothing the sting of his fangs. “Mmmm,” he said as he moved to her other breast, his fingers continuing to stroke the one he was leaving behind.

“Do you think . . . Oh my God,” she gasped as his mouth closed over the second swollen nipple and he sucked hard, pulling half of her breast into the warmth of his mouth. She almost orgasmed right then as pleasure shot along her nerve endings like lightning. It arrowed straight to her clit which she swore could feel every ridge and vein of Duncan’s cock despite the two layers of clothing between them. Emma moaned in frustration and gave his hair a firm tug.

He looked up at her, his eyes so hot with color she was amazed he could see anything at all.

“Can we fuck first?” she heard herself say. “And make love later? Please?”

Duncan stared at her for all of ten seconds, and then bared his teeth in a slow, wicked smile. Faster than Emma would have thought possible, he grabbed her skirt and shoved it up to her waist, his fingers gliding along her bare thighs before shifting to rip away her panties. Just as quickly, he lifted her to his waist, wrapping her legs around his hips as he pushed her against the wall. She felt the brief touch of his hand between them, and then his cock was free, sliding along the soaking wet folds between her thighs, tormenting her already begging clit. Another touch of his hand as he positioned himself, and then one long, steady thrust, and he was balls deep inside her. Emma’s entire body shuddered with such intense desire that she bit into his shoulder to swallow her screams. Duncan pumped once, twice, and then Emma was coming harder than she ever had before, her head thrown back, teeth buried in her lip to keep from letting the entire household know she was being fucked against the wall and loving every minute of it.

Duncan held onto her as she trembled in the aftermath, jolts of sensation continuing to shoot along every nerve. His hands were cupping her bare ass, his chest crushing her breasts as he held her against the wall. And then he started moving again—long, slow thrusts of his thick shaft that left the walls of her vagina shivering with delight, rippling along his cock as he lifted her higher and drove even deeper inside her. Emma tightened her inner muscles, squeezing and caressing him, welcoming his delicious penetration.

Duncan hissed as her sex clenched around his erection, and then groaned as he began to pump faster, his hips slamming into hers with the slap of bare skin, his mouth moving over her neck until she felt the nip of his teeth over her jugular. Emma’s heartbeat soared with equal parts fear and excitement as she felt the dull scrape of his fangs, and then fear and every other emotion fled as a sudden heat seared the blood in her veins, as raw ecstasy shot along every nerve in her body, all of it coming together in the tiny nub of her clit. Her vaginal walls convulsed around the thickness of Duncan’s cock, and she heard a high keening noise coming from her own throat as she struggled not to scream, trapping the sound in her chest where it took on a life of its own fighting to get out. She gasped for air as Duncan continued to pound into her, until finally she felt a rush of wet heat and he roared his completion.

They hung on to each other, panting for breath, hearts pumping in a single beat. Emma’s legs were still locked around his waist, her arms cradling his head as he nuzzled her neck where Emma was pretty sure he hadn’t bitten her yet. He’d nipped at her skin, but she didn’t think he’d actually drawn blood. He’d told her that vampire sex was addictive because their bite felt so good, but she couldn’t imagine sex with Duncan being anymore intoxicating than what she’d just experienced. She’d never want to let him out of bed. Come to think of it, she thought with a smile, she already didn’t.

The rush of blood faded enough that Emma could hear again, and she became aware of the construction noise outside Duncan’s office—the shouts of his men, the crash of materials as they tore the house apart. She groaned, realizing they’d probably heard everything.

Duncan chuckled, his mouth nibbling her neck one last time before he lifted his head and met her gaze. Blond hair hung over his forehead and his eyes gleamed with smug good humor. “They didn’t hear us, Emma. This room is insulated for privacy, and besides, you were too busy biting me to scream.”

Emma’s face heated with embarrassment, but then she said, “But . . . you didn’t bite me?”

“I didn’t,” he said, confirming her suspicions.

Emma frowned. “Why not?”

When Duncan gave her a puzzled look, she said, “I mean, you said sex and blood were connected for you all, and that—”

“I would never take blood from you without asking first, Emma. And since you demanded that we fuck immediately,” he added, with a grin, “I had no time to ask.”

Emma blushed at the reminder, and was suddenly aware that he was still holding her against the wall and that she was more than half naked. Her blush deepened. “Um, you can probably put me down now.”

“I don’t think so,” Duncan said. Instead of releasing her, he tightened his hold and, without warning, turned away from the wall and started across the room.

Emma shrieked in surprise, her arms clutching his neck. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I’m keeping my promise,” he said carrying her around his desk and over to another door, which she assumed was a closet until he bent his knees slightly and opened it with one hand.

“What—”

Duncan stepped into the adjoining room and kicked the door shut behind them. Emma looked around as soft lights came up. They were in a bedroom. A
huge
bedroom, with heavy drapes covering the windows and an enormous bed. Oh my.

Duncan set her in the middle of the big bed and immediately began stripping away what was left of her clothes. Her jacket and shirt were gone, as were her shoes, and her panties were nothing but shredded lace on the floor in his office somewhere. He unzipped her skirt, which was bunched around her waist, then tugged it off and eyed her thigh-high stockings thoughtfully.

“I like those,” he said, then kicked off his shoes and shoved his faded denims down, stepping out of them to reveal two things . . . one, he wasn’t wearing underwear—and wasn’t that just the sexiest thing. And two, vampires didn’t need recovery time between erections. His cock was long and thick and beautifully aroused, stiffening even further when she stared at it, as if it enjoyed the attention.

Duncan knelt on the bed and ran his hands up her legs, caressing her calves beneath the silk of her stockings, pressing her thighs open as his touch moved to the delicate skin between her legs. Emma felt her face heat as he spread her thighs even wider, as his hot gaze settled on the swollen folds of her sex. He raised his head to meet her eyes, then licked his lips slowly, deliberately.

Emma gasped, feeling her face get even hotter when he stretched out between her legs and palmed her butt, his thumbs coming up to open her wide. Her breath caught as he ran his tongue through the folds of her slit. She was already wet and slick from the thundering orgasms Duncan had given her, and he lapped it up like cream, his tongue dipping into her shivering core, gliding along every crease and fold until he finally licked her so sensitive clit. Her muscles jerked in reaction and he did it again, circling around and over that tight bundle of nerves in an unpredictable pattern, tormenting her.

Emma fisted her hands in his hair, her need so overpowering, she forgot to be embarrassed, too focused on deciding whether she wanted to hold him in place or pull him away. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, as she struggled to process the overload of feelings. Not only his mouth on her pussy, or his wicked tongue teasing her clit, but the press of his big shoulders against her thighs, the silken slide of his hair against her belly. But even more was the simple fact that it was
Duncan
doing these things.

“Duncan,” she whispered, wanting to tell him it was too much, that she couldn’t handle so many different sensations all at once. But as if anticipating her protest, he suddenly sucked hard on her clit, taking it into his mouth like a juicy morsel of fruit.

The orgasm rocketed through her without warning, her abdomen clenching tightly as her inner muscles rippled, trying to hold onto a cock that wasn’t even there. He’d brought her to a climax with just his mouth, and unbelievable ecstasy speared her through and through. Emma screamed, unable to hold it back, no longer caring if anyone heard.

* * * *

Duncan gripped the firm globes of Emma’s ass, drinking in the sweet nectar of her orgasm as she convulsed beneath him. God, she was wet. And she tasted so good. Her cream was almost as good as the tiny taste of blood he’d had from her breasts earlier. It had taken supreme self control to satisfy himself with only the scent of her blood, with nipping at the skin above her vein and knowing that soon he would have Emma’s blood rolling like liquid velvet down his throat.

And she’d been so ready for him. When he’d brushed the dull edge of his fangs against her skin, she hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t shrieked in fear. He’d sensed the rush of excitement as her heart sped up, as her blood pumped harder, plumping her vein in anticipation of his bite.

She would come so beautifully when he finally bit her. Just as she was coming for him now.

He stroked his tongue over her clit a final time, then came up on all fours, prowling up over her body until his shaft was nestled between her legs. He bent over and sucked the tip of one full, tender breast into his mouth, and Emma’s violet eyes flashed open. They were glazed nearly lavender with lust as she smiled up at him. And he was gone.

He reached down and positioned his cock against her opening, then thrust once hard with his hips, burying himself deep inside her. Her inner walls, still throbbing with her climax, pulsed along his length, surrounding him in liquid heat. He lowered himself over her, taking her mouth as he began flexing his hips, reveling in the friction of her satiny channel against his cock as he moved in and out of her, the feel of her full breasts, her nipples big and swollen—hard like velvet-covered pebbles against his chest.

Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he kissed her, her legs crossing behind his back as she began to lift her hips up to meet him. He growled and began to thrust harder, wanting to make her climax again, wanting to feel her body clench around his shaft as her juices flowed hot and wet.

“Emma,” he whispered against her neck, breathing in the tantalizing scent of her blood so very close. He stroked his tongue over her vein, feeling the blood straining against its confinement, begging for his fangs.

“Emma,” he repeated intently.

Emma moaned, then licked her lips slowly. Her eyes opened and met his directly. “Do it,” she whispered.

Duncan gave a hard thrust of his cock. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, Duncan.” She turned her head to one side, baring her neck, stretching it taut in invitation.

Duncan hissed, his eyelids drooping heavily as lust-fueled hunger roared along every nerve and into every muscle. He bent his head to her neck, his mouth going unerringly to the thick swell of her jugular. Using only his lips, he sucked hard on the vein, plumping it further, drawing it into his mouth without breaking the skin. Emma gasped, and he smiled. He rubbed the blunt surface of his fangs along her neck, gliding them back and forth, teasing her. Emma’s fingers dug into his biceps and her already pounding heart began to race. A sudden tremor of excitement tightened her inner muscles, rippling along his cock, still sheathed deep inside her.

He lifted his head and sank his fangs into her vein, groaning at the rush of thick, sweet blood, fragrant with arousal, as rich as honey. Emma’s hands moved from his shoulders to grip his nape, holding his mouth against her. She cried out in surprise as the euphoric in his bite hit her bloodstream, as if she was stunned by her own body’s response. The ripple of muscle along his shaft quickened, and Duncan began thrusting harder, faster, driven as much by Emma’s need as by his own. Her beautiful violet eyes opened and she stared up at him.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, and then she was pushed over the edge as her hot, little body clenched, grabbing his cock so tightly he could barely move. Emma screamed as the orgasm rolled over them both, as his own groans mixed with her cries of pleasure, and he shot his release deep inside her womb.

Duncan lay on top of her, breathing hard, knowing he should move. He was heavy, and for all her height, Emma was delicate. But he couldn’t find the strength to lift himself. He lay there a few moments longer, Emma’s arms still holding him, her ankles still locked over his ass. Finally, he reached back and lifted one of her legs. Her thighs fell open as if there was no strength left in her muscles. Duncan smiled and shifted to one side, taking her with him so she lay against his chest, in the curve of his arm.

They stayed that way for a long time, silent, breathing, their hearts slowly returning to normal.

“You okay, Emmaline?” he asked, rubbing his chin over her fragrant hair.

“Okay?” Emma murmured lazily. “Okay doesn’t even come close. Blissed out, maybe.” She lifted her head enough to lick his nipple. “Tell me something,” she said. “Am I allowed to bite you, too?” Her teeth closed over his nipple, emphasizing her words.

Duncan growled, reaching down to squeeze her ass in warning. “Just remember, my fangs are sharper, and you’re very tasty.”