The Dark Vampire: Last True Vampire 3 (30 page)

Her pussy glistened, dripping with want. Jenner dragged his finger through the wetness that coated her inner thighs and Bria twitched. He traced a path upward, careful to avoid the sensitive skin of her swollen lips. Instead, he explored the crease of her thigh, the short nest of curls that covered her mons, the area just below her pussy that rounded into the perfect curves of her ass. He’d fuck her there just as he’d promised. Not tonight, but soon. Jenner planned to introduce Bria to every pleasure imaginable. He continued to pet her until Bria began to writhe beneath him with wanton impatience. To know he’d brought
her once again to that state of mindless want filled Jenner with a smug sense of satisfaction.

He was about to make her more mindless yet. Jenner sealed his mouth over her sex. The first taste of her was heaven and he lapped at her greedily before settling into soft, easy passes of his tongue. Bria cried out and her hands left the bed railing to dive into the short strands of Jenner’s hair. He was glad he hadn’t bothered to cut it for a while as she gripped the locks and gave a not-so-gentle tug.

His mate couldn’t have been more perfect.

Bria
floated on a cloud of bliss. She’d never known such intense pleasure. Jenner gave her what she needed even before she knew herself exactly what that was. Her want of him intensified with every touch of his lips, every soft flick of his tongue. She’d never felt such abandon, and it was a heady thing to give over her control to the male who spread his big body over hers.

One of Jenner’s hands splayed out over her stomach while the other pressed against her thigh to open her up to him. The soft, slick pressure of his tongue as it passed over her clit in a swirl was enough to make her cry out. Her back bowed off of the mattress, but he held her still. He increased the pressure until he’d coaxed her to the teetering brink of orgasm only to pull back with soft, teasing flicks that heated her blood but refused to allow her release. He took the swollen knot of nerves into his mouth and sucked, the scrape of his fangs along her hypersensitive flesh almost more than she could bear. Bria brought her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from shouting her pleasure for the entire house to hear. Her fangs punc
tured the delicate skin and Jenner groaned against her sex, his thirst obviously awakened by the scent of her blood.

It was a cruel game, but rather than allow the wounds to close, Bria bit down again. Harder. Jenner’s actions became more frantic. He lapped at her with the same vigor with which he fed from her. Bria’s inner thighs twitched and her body felt as though it coiled in on itself. Tighter and tighter until she couldn’t stand another moment of the building tension. Jenner turned to nestle the inside of Bria’s thigh and she inhaled a sharp gasp as his fangs broke the skin.

“Jenner!” The orgasm hit her with an instant intensity that stole her breath. Bria trembled as wave after wave of paralyzing pleasure blasted through her. She could do nothing to quell the sobs of passion that slipped from between her lips. Her tongue lashed out at her bottom lip and the taste of her own blood only served to ignite the fire of her unquenched thirst in her throat.

As he had before, Jenner brought her down slowly with easy passes of his tongue as he closed the punctures. His hands roamed over her with soft caresses that turned her to liquid beneath him. How could he have ever feared that he’d handle her with anything other than gentle care? Jenner’s control far surpassed Bria’s. Even now she could think of nothing but sinking her fangs into his throat while he was deep inside of her. Bria longed for that joining of bodies. She needed it more than she needed blood.

“Jenner,” she said through panting breaths. “I need you inside of me. I can’t wait anymore. Please.”

Jenner came up on his knees. His gaze locked with hers, feral silver. “You can wait.” His fingers gripped her upper thighs before sliding down between them. Bria gasped and rolled into the contact. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I am!” Desperation tore at her voice. She didn’t care that she’d resorted to begging. She needed him so badly
she thought she’d go mad if he didn’t take her. Every inch of her body tingled with electric jolts of pleasure and she undulated on the mattress as though it would offer her some relief. Jenner had brought her to orgasm twice and it still wasn’t enough to bring her even an ounce of relief. Bria’s fangs throbbed in her gums and she bit down on her bottom lip again if only to coax him into doing something rash.

He loomed over her, put his mouth to hers, and lapped at the blood that pooled in the seam of her lips. “You’re a cruel female to punish me with the scent of your blood. You know I can’t resist it.”

She couldn’t resist
him
! When it came to Jenner, Bria had no resolve. Anything he asked of her in this moment she’d gladly do. His sway over her, like the tether that bound them, was absolute. He wrapped his large palms around her hips and Bria let her thighs fall open in anticipation.

He graced her with an arrogant, very male smirk. “I told you, you’re not ready for me yet.”

Jenner flipped Bria over to her stomach. He crawled over her, his massive body dwarfing hers as he braced his arms on either side of her and put his mouth to her ear. “I want your pussy dripping for me when I fuck you. I want you so mindless with want that the bite of pain you feel when I enter you will fade to the back of your mind.”

Yes! Yes to all of it!
Bria thrust her ass up and the length of Jenner’s erection slid through the crease of her cheeks. No male had ever said such heated, wanton things to her and it sent a renewed rush of excitement through Bria’s bloodstream. She came up on her knees, her head still resting on the mattress to feel the satin glide of him over her skin once again.

Jenner reached beneath her and fondled the weight of one breast. “This is mine,” he growled in her ear. His hand
slid between her thighs to circle her clit and Bria moaned. “This is mine.” He reached up to grip one rounded cheek. “This is mine.” He finally showed her his rough edge in his words and actions and Bria couldn’t get enough of it. She tilted her hips upward, a silent plea for more of the same. He took her in his palm and squeezed her yielding flesh. “Your body is mine to pleasure.” His voice became rougher with every word spoken. “Mine to enjoy. Your cries are for my ears alone.” He circled her clit once again, coaxing just that sound from her lips. “And my body, my pleasure, is for no one but you.
No one.
Do you understand me?”

Was he somehow trying to convey to her that she’d mistaken what she’d seen at the club?

“Say it, Bria.”

“Yes,” she murmured. “I understand.”

He kissed between her shoulder blades, down her spine to the small of her back. He kissed the very cheeks he’d squeezed in his palms, over her hips, and back up. Bria reached up, gathered her hair, and swept it off her neck. He kissed her nape, scraped his fangs over her sensitive skin and Bria shivered.

Jenner gipped her hips and brought her ass up higher in the air. Bria gasped as his hard length slid between her thighs. He gave a sharp thrust of his hips, slid between her lips. A shudder of sensation went through her when the swollen head of his erection brushed over her clit. Gods, she didn’t know how much of this she could take before she was nothing more than a quivering mass of nerves, begging him to fuck her.

In Jenner’s embrace Bria felt no shame. No embarrassment. No doubt. She could say whatever she pleased, behave as brazenly as she pleased, and he would never judge her for it, would never belittle her for her passion. She’d known it from the moment she’d laid eyes on him and he’d
rushed at her, crazy with thirst and hell-bent on taking her. Jenner freed Bria to think, to experience, to
feel.
The taboos of her upbringing evaporated under Jenner’s touch until nothing remained but gossamer memories at the back of her mind.

He continued to fondle her, to pluck the beads of her nipples, kiss her shoulders, back, and neck. He continued to thrust between her thighs, a tease of what was to come and more than enough to whet her appetite. Low grunts gathered in Jenner’s throat, adding to Bria’s pleasure. She rocked against him as her body coiled once again in anticipation of release. “I’m close, Jenner. You’re going to make me come.”

With a jerk of his hips Jenner pulled away. Bria reached back to keep him right where he was. “Please don’t stop.” Desperation, want, and mindless need accented her words. “Please, Jenner. I need to come. I have to.”

Jenner rolled Bria onto her back. Anxiety rippled through her at the realization that she was about to get everything she wanted. His size gave her pause. She expected a bit of pain; she just hoped that her inexperience wouldn’t ruin the moment for Jenner. Would he find pleasure?

“Bria, look at me.”

She only now realized that her eyes were squeezed shut. Her eyes came slowly open to find Jenner’s gaze locked with hers. He reached between her thighs and stroked her. He kept his silvered eyes trained on her face as he rekindled the fire that had brought her to the edge of her control. Within moments she writhed beneath him. Bria’s legs fell open and she rolled her hips up to meet him. “Take me, Jenner. I need this. I
want
this. You.”

He took his erection in his fist and guided it to her opening. With easy, shallow strokes he entered her only
as deep as the crown, pulling out and dipping back in until Bria’s chest rose and fell with her panted breaths and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her body trembled with anticipation, her stomach muscles clenched, and her nipples tingled as his chest brushed up against hers with every thrust of his hips. “Tell me again that you want me, Bria.” A furrow cut into his brow and his jaw squared. “Tell me you want this.”

“I do.” The words would barely form, she was so mad with lust for him. “I want you, Jenner. Need you inside of me. Now. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and bit down at the very moment he thrust home. Pleasure and pain burst within her all at once. The sensations mingled into one, the combination so intense that she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. Jenner stretched her, filled her completely, and he stilled inside of her as he sealed the punctures at her throat. He panted against her temple and his body shook with restraint. “Bria,” he rasped. “Bria. Gods, I’ve needed this. Needed to be inside of you.”

She reached up and raked her fingers through his hair. “Jenner, I’m yours.”

Jenner’s arms trembled under his weight. His thighs burned with the urge to propel his hips forward. He wanted to take Bria hard and deep, to fuck every ounce of this desperate, insatiable need from his system until there was nothing left but peaceful exhaustion.

Gods, she squeezed him tight. Jenner’s cock pulsed against her inner walls as he stilled inside of her. He panted through the intensity of sensation, giving her the time she needed to adjust to his size, the pain, and this new experience. When her hips rolled up to meet his
Jenner buried his face into the fragrant tangles of her hair and let out a low moan. His mate was exquisite. Responsive. Made for him and him alone.

Mine.

He moved over her with slow, shallow thrusts, careful to keep the bulk of his weight off of her. Bria’s thighs fell open as her body accepted him and Jenner sank deeper, eliciting a sweet, mewling sound from Bria’s lips that tightened his sac and sent his blood racing through his veins. He brought his head up to look at her. Her irises rimmed with silver, eyes wide and full of wonder, Bria’s expression painted a sensual image that further ignited Jenner’s lust. Lips parted, breath bursting in shallow pants, her cheeks flushed.

“Harder,” she pleaded in a quiet tone for his ears alone. “Deeper. Please.”

Jenner couldn’t speak, couldn’t focus on anything but his own slipping self-control. When she spoke in that smoky tone, so sweet and sinful at the same time, it crumbled the fortress of his resolve. He thrust deeper and Bria gasped, a look of sheer bliss cresting over her soft features. Her back arched off the mattress, pressing her lush breasts against his chest. Jenner slid out to the crown and dove back in coaxing more of the same sounds from his mate’s lips. She held him rapt. He could watch her for hours. He’d never truly found satiation through another’s pleasure before. But with Bria it was different. Her pleasure was his and Jenner’s own wants and needs took a backseat to hers.

He fucked her slowly. Pulled out and drove home with a measured precision that tested his resolve. She became wilder, more mindless with every thrust of his hips, her head thrashing on the pillow as her nails bit into the flesh that stretched across his shoulders. His muscles contracted, tightening to the point that they twitched, but
Jenner kept up his relentless pace. He wanted Bria to feel every inch of him as he slid in and out. He wanted to draw out her pleasure until the orgasm exploded through her. Gods, he could only imagine how beautiful she’d look when she finally came. A work of art painted in shades of unrestrained passion.

One of her slender legs hooked around the back of Jenner’s thigh. Her voice was hoarse from her cries and her thighs twitched as she squeezed him tight. Close. So close that her inner walls began to contract around his cock, squeezing Jenner with tight pulses that brought him to the edge. He refused to go off until he saw her come, though. He needed to see her expression when she came apart as much as he needed his own release.

Her gaze locked with his, her dark brows drawn sharply over her eyes. “Come for me, Bria,” Jenner grated. His pace increased and a purr of approval vibrated in Bria’s throat. “Come,
viaton
. Let yourself go. Let me feel you come around my cock.”

Bria’s eyes flashed brilliant silver. She bared her fangs and her back bowed off the bed. Her body went rigid and then melted beneath him as she came. Jenner’s own fangs throbbed in his gums, his need to drink from her while she came overwhelming. He kept his gaze locked on her beautiful face, at the gamut of emotions that flittered over her expression as the orgasm claimed her. Bria dug her nails into his shoulders and she cried out as she rode the waves of sensation.
Beautiful.
So gods-damned beautiful that the sight of her was like a stake through Jenner’s heart.