In Blood and Worth Loving 2: Lost Without You (14 page)

She knew he was agitated and angry but she couldn’t believe he’d really hurt her. No doubt she was in for some very rough sex that would probably leave her bruised and sore. Somewhere inside the man in front of her was the Jayvyn she’d spent a week longing to see again. So she couldn’t…wouldn’t believe he’d do any serious damage.

There was no need to call Adrian. She’d grin and bear it and hope the smiling, flirting Jayvyn would soon return.

He stepped close and bent his head to brush his mouth against her neck.

None of the tenderness and consideration he’d formerly shown her was evident. He really was prepared to use force. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

As if her tears annoyed him, he turned her so that her breasts were pressed against the door. She sobbed.

A knot of anger and anguish rose from Jayvyn’s gut and lodged in his throat at the sound of her obvious distress. Part of him longed to embrace her and reassure her that he’d never hurt her. Another, stronger part wanted to make her atone for jerking him around and teasing him while she tried to win her ex back.

Jayvyn knew the darker side would win, but the part of his mind that still functioned didn’t want her to wake in the morning afraid of him. He struggled to retain a small measure of control.

Unable to manage it, he swore and turned her back around to face him. “I need a fuck.” She shuddered and tightened her hands on his shirt under his jacket. “I can’t give you one.”

“The hell you can’t.”

“I want to, but I love him!”

He nibbled at her ear. “I can fix that.”

“I don’t want you to fix it.”

But she made no effort to put any distance between their bodies. Clearly, she wanted to play the games human women loved to play. That meant she expected him to woo and pursue her before she admitted they were going to fuck. He had no time or inclination for that nonsense.

If she were a fem, they’d have fucked the night they met without any ridiculous games. But if she were a fem, he wouldn’t feel this pressing, burning hunger to ingest her blood and ravish her pussy that only grew with her refusal to submit to him.

Unable to fully control his need, he nipped at her neck with enough force to break the skin.

She gasped, but instead of pushing him away, she tightened her hands on his shirt and moaned his name.

His cock roared to life. Aware he was seconds away from what he knew she and Rayna would view as rape, he jerked back. Feeling his incisors ascend and his eyes burn, he swung away from her, taking slow, deep breaths. His jerked back. Feeling his incisors ascend and his eyes burn, he swung away from her, taking slow, deep breaths. His balls felt so heavy and tight, they ached.

He had to find Toni before he reached the point of no return.

She took his hand and held it against her breasts. “Are you all right?” Hell, no, he wasn’t all right. He shook his head.

She bit her lip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk without his cum trickling down one of her lovely, dark thighs.

“No. Talking isn’t what I need. This is what I need.” He quickly stripped her and then turned her and positioned her so that her breasts pressed against the door. “Don’t move.”

Keeping his gaze locked on her large, round, lovely ass, he quickly undressed. He felt pre-ejaculate seeping and glanced down. The cum on his cock head was tinged with blood. Not that it was a surprise to him. His unwillingness to admit the obvious had cost him Macarik’s friendship. And if he weren’t careful, it would cost him any real chance with her.

But he no longer possessed the ability to be careful. He ran on pure, primal instinct. His need for her overrode all other considerations. Moving to stand behind her, he rubbed the head of his shaft along the length of her slit.

She trembled and then gasped in surprise when he pushed his entire cock into her.

Feeling his cock buried deep inside her tight, wet pussy, he shuddered and struggled not to come. He lost the battle and blew apart inside her.

His first orgasm inside her was one of the most incredible of his long life, but it did little to alleviate his hunger for her. So he kept pushing in and out of her with more force.

She made a small sound and pushed her elbow back against his body.

He gripped her hips and pushed in deeper.

She inhaled sharply before she balled her hands into fists. Within moments Jayvyn knew he was hurting her but he couldn’t stop or even slow down. The knowledge that she wasn’t enjoying it added to his pleasure. Raking his teeth against the side of her neck, he thrust inside her with deep strokes. He exploded three times inside her before his hunger abated enough for him to allow her to push him away.

When his cock slipped out of her pussy, he felt bereft, almost as if he’d been robbed of his last chance for happiness. The urge to push back into her and continue ravishing her proved difficult to overcome, but he wrestled his hunger under control.

Her legs shook and she started to fall.

He swept her into his arms.

She buried her face against his chest. It was damp with tears.

He wanted to tell her it was over, but his hunger lay like a stone weight in his stomach. The desire to take her again overpowered him. Cradling her in his arms, he carried her through his suite to his bedroom.

Placing her on her back on the bed, he stood staring down at her. She was so beautiful with her dark skin and lush curves. The tears streaming down her cheeks made him suck in a breath. If only he could leave her alone. But he couldn’t. The best he could do was to try to temper his need to plunder her.

He sank onto the side of the bed and stroked a hand down from her neck, over her breasts and stomach to her pussy.

She shook her head and tried to push his hand away. “I’m sore and I just want—” He pressed his thumb against her lips. “Just once more.”

She shook her head and rolled over onto her stomach, pressing her face against the mattress.

He rationalized what he was about to do by telling himself that on a certain level she knew of his need and accepted it. Otherwise, she would have called out for either Adrian or Conner. Both would have answered such a call of distress from one of Rayna’s friends.

He stretched out on the bed. Leaning her over, he rubbed his cheek against the warm skin of her ass before he rained kisses on it.

When she attempted to roll away from him, he pinned her to the bed on her stomach with his weight. Then, nipping at her neck, he parted her legs, and pushed his cock into her tight, wet pussy.

Feeling her stiffen under him and curl her hands into fists, he forced himself to be as gentle as possible.

“Jay…please…”

Jayvyn kept his movements inside her slow and measured. He struggled not to surge into her. He managed that and finally he felt rewarded when some of the tension left her body.

and finally he felt rewarded when some of the tension left her body.

But then she sobbed.

He froze. As much as he needed to be inside her, he hated what he was doing to her…what he was making her feel. What if she found his behavior unforgivable? What if his actions drove her back into the arms of her ex for good? He could easily coerce her back into his arms, but he knew with shattering clarity that wouldn’t work for him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and rolled off her.

She turned on her side with her back to him.

When he touched her shoulder, she shook her head and curled her body into a ball. “Don’t. Please don’t touch me again. Please don’t.”

Oh, damn! He lay besides her listening to the sounds of her sobs until he couldn’t bear it anymore. He rose and walked around the bed. He touched her cheek.

She jerked away from him.

He drew the cover over her naked body and went to take a quick, cold shower. In his dressing room, he pulled on his clothes and left her alone in his suite.

He paused in the corridor, listening. Adrian would probably be in his suite with Brandi. That left Conner, who was not in his suite. Hoping Conner was still awake, he ran down the staircase.

Nightlights lit the foyer. He assumed the guests who were staying had gone to bed and the others had left. Yet he heard music coming from the patio. He crossed the living room and stepped out onto the patio and came to an abrupt stop.

Conner sprawled on one of the double sized loungers. Sharing it with him was Cayenne’s friend, whose name he couldn’t recall. They were both fully dressed and asleep. No scent of sex filled the air. On the table besides the lounger, in its leather case was the e-book reader Rayna had given Conner for Christmas.

As he backed away, Conner’s eyes snapped open.
Jayvyn? Do you need to talk to me?

It can wait,
he answered
.

Are you sure?

He couldn’t imagine Conner finding Cayenne’s charming but plain and full-figured friend attractive. Yet there he lay with her cuddled against him with no signs of distaste on his face. He sensed a tenderness in Conner that he usually displayed exclusively with Rayna.

Jayvyn nodded and stepped back into the living room.

Damn. He needed to talk but to who? He walked into the hall, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the wall.

“Feeling the need to talk?”

His eyes snapped open and he pushed himself away from the wall.

Macarik emerged from the dining room further down the hall.

At the sight of him, a wellspring of relief surged through Jayvyn. He sucked in a deep, shuddering breath and slumped back against the wall, closing his eyes. His throat felt tight and he didn’t trust himself to speak.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. “So? You need to talk?”

“I fucked up royally.”

“Again?”

He opened his eyes.

He and Macarik stared at each other for several moments.

Then Jayvyn groaned and sank down on the floor with his back against the wall. “Again. I hurt her, Krist.” Macarik kneeled in front of him. “If she loves you, she’ll forgive you.” He shook his head. “She doesn’t and she won’t.”

“Let’s go riding and discuss it.” He rose.

Jayvyn stared up at his closest and dearest human friend. “There’s nothing to discuss. She’s not going to forgive me.”

“I did.” Macarik reached down and gripped his hand.

Jayvyn allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. He didn’t protest when Macarik briefly embraced him before walking towards the back entrance. After a moment of hesitation he followed. A horseback ride in the moonlight around the property wouldn’t help but Macarik’s company would.

When they returned just after sunrise, the house was lit and Brandi was giving instructions to the caterers When they returned just after sunrise, the house was lit and Brandi was giving instructions to the caterers delivering food for the day. To his surprise, Conner and Cayenne’s friend still shared the lounger on the patio.

Although he didn’t open his eyes, he knew Conner was awake and aware of their presence.

“Looks like Rayna got two for the price of one,” Macarik said as they stood at the bottom of the staircase.

“He didn’t fuck her,” Jayvyn said.

“Maybe not yet but I have a feeling he will before long.”

“She’s not his type.”

Macarik shrugged. “Brandi wasn’t Adrian’s type either and now you couldn’t pry him away from her if your life depended on it.”

“Brandi completes Adrian.”

“As Cayenne completes you?”

He shook his head. “She’s not my…I’m not in love with her.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I’m just about talked out when it comes to her. Are you staying?”

“No. When I arrived, Rayna told me Shanise had already left. So I’ll come back later with her.” He placed a hand on Jayvyn’s shoulder. “I’ll see you then.”

Jayvyn nodded and watched him leave before running up the staircase.

Rayna emerged from her suite as he passed it. “Uncle Jay? Can I talk to you for a moment?” He stopped and retraced his steps. “Can it wait? I need to see Cayenne.”

“It’s about her.”

He tensed. “What about her?”

“She’s not here.”

“Where is she?”

“Uncle Adrian took her home.”

Damn Adrian! “Why?”

“He heard her crying. He and I went in and she wanted to go home.” He inhaled slowly. Rayna was one of the few humans whose opinion mattered to him. His stomach riled and acid rose in his throat as he realized what she must think of him now. He shook his head. “I couldn’t stop myself.” She nodded. “I know and I think a part of her knows that as well.”

“I doubt that.” He turned away, feeling as if his world was crashing around him in flames.

She touched his arm. “You shouldn’t, Uncle Jay.”

He turned back to face her. “Why not?”

“Because when Uncle Adrian asked her why she hadn’t called out for him or Uncle Conner, she said she trusted you not to…”

“Not to what?”

“Do too much damage. And she didn’t want to get you in trouble. If you were…overly rough with her and she didn’t have any feelings for you, she wouldn’t have tried to protect you. She did that because she cares, but she is bruised, hurt, and more than a little disillusioned.”

Rayna’s carefully chosen words left him dreading what Cayenne really thought of him. Did she consider him a rapist? “And determined to go back to her ex?”

She nodded. “I’m afraid so. I tried to reason with her, but she’s hurt and feeling as if she needs him.”

“The hell she does!” He stormed down the hall to his suite.

Rayna followed him. “If you’re going to refuse to give her some time to realize she wants to forgive you, you’d better tell her who you are, Uncle Jay.”

He swung around to face her. “Like that’s going to help. You know what she thinks of vampires.”

“I know she has feelings for you. And I know if she understood why you were less than gentle with her last night, forgiving you would be easier. Give her that reason, Uncle Jay. Give her a reason so that her feelings for you will make sense.”

“What feelings? She’s in love and in lust with her ex!”

“He’s not the reason she’s feeling as if her heart is breaking this morning, Uncle Jay. You are.”