Edge of Night (15 page)

“Keep doing that and I’m going to do bad, bad things to you.”

“Oh, really?” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, making her quiver.

“Yes. Just as soon as I’m done with my coffee.”

A chuckle rumbled out of him. “I’m glad to see you have your priorities straight.”

He hissed when her hand covered his cock through his pajamas. The soft fabric did very little to impede her movements. “I’m glad you approve of my priorities.”

Watching his big body shudder while his dick hardened under her palm was a turn on. His chest expanded in a deep breath, and he held his coffee cup suspended halfway to his mouth, but made no effort to drink it. She suspected he’d forgotten he was holding it. Oh, yeah. Having this man focused totally on her was a definite aphrodisiac.

To hell with priorities. She took a swig of the liquid caffeine and set it on the nightstand. Then she swiped his and put it beside hers. “Come here.”

“Thank
gods
.” He groaned, ripped the sheet away, pressed her flat to the bed and rolled on top of her.

Balthasar leaped away with an offended hiss, shooting out of the bedroom.

They both ignored the familiar. Luca’s mouth covered hers, his tongue shoving between her lips to mate with hers. He rocked his hips into hers until she parted her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. Clutching his back, she arched into him. The seam on his pants added extra friction on her clit as he began to grind his pelvis against her in slow circles. She tucked her heels under his ass and tried to force him deeper. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. More. She needed
more
.

She tried to tear her mouth from his, but he wouldn’t let her. He framed her face with his hands and continued to kiss her, continued his unhurried assault on her senses. Oh, God, the man was trying to kill her.

All she could do was whimper as he used every inch of his body to stimulate hers. His chest hair rubbed over her nipples, his pelvis ground down on her clit, and more moisture gushed from her core. Soon his pants weren’t adding to her pleasure, but were in the way of the surcease she craved. He trailed one hand down her side, and she giggled into his mouth at the ticklish sensation. As he lifted his hips from her, she moaned a protest, trying to tighten her legs to keep him in place. But his hand slipped between their bodies, his knuckles brushing her clit as he pushed his pajamas down.

Oh. She loosened her hold on him just long enough for him to get his pants around his thighs, then she did what she could to force him back down to her. Not that she could overpower a vampire, but she made it very clear what she wanted, digging her nails into his back, her hips tilting up in blatant invitation. He chuckled against her lips, his tongue still toying with hers. It was slow torture.

He entered her at just as measured a pace as he kissed her, setting a pace designed to drive her wild with want, mad with frustration. The feel of him inside her, hot and long and thick enough to make the stretch exquisite, was fucking perfect if only he would
move his ass
. Instead, he barely nudged himself in and out of her, the friction enough to make her explode with unrequited need. Every little mewl that spilled from her lips did nothing to hurry him along and she was ready to murder him. Sliding her hands down to grip his backside, she tried to work herself on him faster by undulating her hips under him.

Letting his weight down in her, he put a stop to that. She swatted his ass. Hard. He jolted a bit, which gave her one swift plunge of his cock into her pussy before he resumed his leisurely pace. She growled against his mouth, and she felt his chest quake in a silent laugh. The bastard. She was
dying
here.

But two could play at the torment game. She bit his tongue lightly, sucking on it, making him groan. At the same time, one hand slipped inward until she could press two fingers into his ass. He froze, shuddering while she worked her digits deeper inside of him. The ring of muscle tightened, but he couldn’t lock her out. Not without giving up his position pinning her down. It was her turn to chuckle against his lips.

When she curled her fingertips into just the right spot, he released her mouth with a rough shout. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. “Oh. Fuck. Me.”

“That’s kind of the idea.” She smiled evilly. “And if you hurry up about it, I’ll keep doing this.”

As she twisted her wrist to change the angle, he choked on a breath. His body bucked, and he slammed home deep inside her. His thrusts grew rougher, each one sending tingles skipping over her skin, but he didn’t pick up speed.

“You didn’t think I’d go too fast, did you? Then you’d
stop
doing that.”

She laughed and used her free hand to smack his shoulder. “Jerk.”

“Mmm.” He nuzzled the underside of her jaw, moving down to her ear.

She let her head fall back, exposing her throat to him, all but inviting him to sink his fangs in. God, that would send her right over the edge. He just brushed his lips over her skin, sucking and nipping his way down to her collarbone. She blinked. “No biting this morning either, huh?”

“I had my elixir.” His little goatee tickled her neck as he spoke. “I don’t need to feed from you.”

She frowned, turning her head to try to catch his eyes. Something in his tone didn’t sit right with her. “A little sex biting is different than a full feeding—I
wasn’t
offering to let you feed from me. I assume that takes a lot more blood than you’ve ever sucked out of me.”

“Usually, yes.”

They’d both stopped moving. His cock was buried in her sex, her fingers were sunk deep in his ass, but they’d frozen in place.

“Okay, then.” She finally caught his chin with her free hand, nudging until he gave in and looked at her. “What’s going on? What’s changed in the few days we were apart? What brought up the sudden issues with bloodsucking? Did something happen with one of your cases?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “That case I told you about, with the vampire husband who didn’t turn his wife. I think he keeps her as food. We call Normals like that
sheep
. It’s illegal, but…I think he keeps her as food.”

She swallowed, struggling not to show her revulsion at the concept. “Why does she stay?”

Tugging his chin free of her grip, he shifted his weight on top of her. “Why does anyone stay in an abusive relationship?”

“That’s really sad.” An understatement if she’d ever uttered one. Dear God,
letting
yourself be eaten.

He cleared his throat. “I agree.”

Pulling in a breath, she pushed away the disturbing thought of this poor woman and focused on the man before her, who was clearly upset about this and had—for the first time in their relationship—allowed his work to affect their interactions. “That doesn’t…translate to us, you know.”

“I know that, logically. But Tess said some stuff during the son’s autopsy, about how I used to feed on her during sex, and—” He cut himself off with a shake of his head.

Tess. There was a name Erin would rather not hear while they were in bed together. Like,
ever
. Still, she knew bullshit when she heard it, and she huffed. “Did you really feed on her or was it orgasmic biting like you do with me?”

A defensive mask slid over his features. “Just a bite to enhance sex. I
never
used her—or you—for a full feeding.”

“She said it just to get to you, because she’s still mad at you.” A part of Erin stood back and shook her head at herself that she was encouraging their first conversation about the woman he loved
while he was in bed with Erin
. More than that, he was
inside of her
. Seriously, masochist didn’t even begin to describe her.

“I know. She hates me. She’s said so often enough.” He rolled his eyes. “Only it’s not true, frankly. Her issues aren’t with me.”

Erin didn’t know the other woman well enough to say if he was right or completely delusional. “Well, don’t make her issues your issues.”

“You’re right.” He met her gaze squarely. “My problems with Normal women and how they react to my vampiric nature started long before Tess, and I confess it’s a sore subject for me. I’m afraid it might always be that way.” His lips twisted a bit. “Do we really need to talk about this
now?
”

He rocked his hips forward, sending sparks of desire through her. She had no idea how the man could still be hard, but she wasn’t about to question good luck. Pulling in a breath, she held on to her concentration. “That depends on whether you’re going to continue to be weird about biting me. You’re not feeding from me, and it brings us mutual pleasure, right?”

“Right.” He dipped forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck, and she shivered with anticipation.

“Are you going to—?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

She felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin, and she grinned even though he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Good.”

Wiggling the fingers she still had buried inside him, she reminded him that she wasn’t done teasing him. Each time he thrust into her, she thrust into him. She loved the feel of him moving over her, his weight pressing down on her, his rougher skin sliding over hers. Beads of sweat sealed them together, and the masculine scent of him filled her nose. The mattress creaked beneath them, and as their rhythm grew faster and rougher, the headboard began to thump against the wall. Every sense was wrapped up in him and what he did to her.

He ground his pelvis down, the rough hair at his groin stimulating her clit. Ripples of orgasm started to gather low in her belly, and she moaned each time he penetrated her. It only turned her on more that he groaned while she fucked his ass with her hand. She hooked her fingers within to rub over his prostate, hoping to shove him beyond his control.

“Gods, Erin,” he whispered against her shoulder, a shudder passing through him.

Lifting her hips into his thrusts, she tried to move faster, to take him deeper. Her body was primed and ready, so on the edge of orgasm she thought she’d lose her mind. “Make me come. Please, Luca. Make me come.”

His fangs sank into her flesh, and she came, screaming. Her pussy milked the length of his cock, and every time his fangs dug deeper into her flesh, she climaxed again. He drank from her, and she sobbed as she reached one sexual peak after another, each coming so fast they blended into one long rush of completion.

He bit her again, just above her breast. His fangs sank deep into her skin, and her back bowed in shock, ecstasy roaring through her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as a tidal wave of sensation crashed over her. He threw his head back with a groan, his hips bucking forward to ram his dick into her sex. He rode her hard, forcing her to another orgasm. She shoved her fingers deeper into his anus than they’d been before, and he shouted, shuddered and came inside her, pumping his fluids into her pussy. An aftershock of climax quaked through her, almost too intense to bear. She turned her head to bite his neck as she shook apart in his arms.

He sank down on her, crushing her into the mattress. Long, long minutes passed before their heart-rates began to slow, their breathing began to steady. Eyes closed, she ran a hand up and down his back, a satiated smile curving her lips.

“You bit me.” He sounded almost bemused when he said it.

She didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Mmm-hmm. Is that a problem?”

There was a beat of silence. “No, just surprising.”

Her grin widened. “I thought it might make you more comfortable not to be the only one doing the biting today. I don’t have the fangish accessories, but…”

She felt his chest shake with a low laugh. “Accessories, huh?”

“Yep.” Prying one eye open, she looked at him. “Feel better now?”

“I don’t…” He sighed. “I don’t ever want you to think I’d use my abilities to hurt you or take advantage of you.”

Reaching a hand up to cup his jaw, she shook her head. “I know you wouldn’t. We wouldn’t be knocking boots if I thought you’d do something like that. I’m not really in to being anyone’s victim.”

Especially not Asher’s, but she kept that to herself. Now wasn’t the time to bring up her issues—now was the time to focus on Luca. She tried to drag in a deep breath, but his weight was starting to cut off her oxygen supply. She wasn’t a small woman, but he was a very large man. A heavy one, at that.

“No victim mentality, huh?” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “I like that about you.”

“Me, too.” She wiggled a bit. “I can’t breathe, Cavalli. Do you mind?”

Luca chuckled as he rolled off of her. He never knew what was going to come out of her mouth. He liked that he couldn’t quite predict her. And he liked far more than he would admit that she’d confessed she might have some feelings for him. She’d found the idea of him staying with her appealing, even if it had only been brought up in jest. He wasn’t sure what it meant for him, for them…maybe nothing. He’d never thought to pursue anything serious with her, but then, neither had she. Clearly, she still didn’t or she wouldn’t have avoided him for days, worrying about getting too close. Hell, she was right. It would be foolish to go down that road, was foolish to even consider doing so. And what in gods’ name was he doing letting thoughts like this run wild in his head? He’d only just figured out he’d gotten over Tess. Jumping from there into
getting too close
to another woman would be moronic.