Undeniable (41 page)

Screw the people. He’d found the perfect woman. She bubbled
with energy, oozed with sensuality. And when their eyes had met, she hadn’t
waited for him to find the right line to win her over. She’d walked right
through the gyrating crowd and brushed her lips across his. Her hoarse voice
when she’d asked for a drink had him tossing a wad of twenties onto the bar.
They’d talked, danced, constantly found reasons to touch one another until
after just one hour she’d asked him to come home with her.

“So you think I’m hot,” he asked, gently nipping her
breasts. Tiny holes from the previous night were the only thing marring them.
His blood surged with the memory of how sweet each drop tasted.

“Careful with those teeth. I felt like a damn pin cushion
last night. What have you got, a broken tooth?”

“Something like that.” He sucked her nipple deep into his
mouth.

“Ah!” Terry reached up and grabbed the bars. “God, if it had
felt this good those other times I would have definitely been unable to count
how many men— Ow!”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Terry.” Tomas stared down at the small
slash above her nipple. He didn’t want to know about the men who would follow
him.

Considering the amount of women he’d screwed over the years,
sometimes sharing the wilder ones with Diego, he shouldn’t care what she did
once he had his fill. But he did. And it irked him. Just five years past
twenty-five, he had hundreds to live yet and he intended to spend each and
every one of them sampling a multitude of women.

He thought of Sebastian and Diana, their wrists bound
together. Shaking off the odd vision of himself bound to Terry, he grinned. He
felt her fingers thread through his hair and looked up.

“Does it hurt?” Her brows furrowed with concern.

“What?”

“Your tooth, silly.” Three fingers outlined his lips.

Breathing through his nose, he fought to keep his mouth
closed. Her nail skimmed over his lower lip as she ground herself into his
erection. His fangs throbbed in anticipation. The tip of one finger slid into
his mouth. Tomas wondered if he held a witch in his arms, one who had cast some
kind of spell over him. No matter how much he knew he should stop her, no
matter how much instinct demanded he hide the presence of his fangs from
humans, he remained motionless.

The pad of her finger rubbed across the point of one fang.
Tomas, sure his now painful erection would erupt, drew in a sharp breath and
fought to control his fangs.

“Oh, Tomas, does it hurt when I touch it,” she whispered.

Held in her gaze, he shook his head. She smiled, revealing
her perfect teeth. Without warning, the vision of Terry baring a set of fangs
and sinking them into his neck appeared before his eyes and snatched away the
little control he still held over his own teeth. He watched her eyes widen
slightly and knew she’d felt the shift in length. Still he didn’t move,
couldn’t move.

Gnawing on her lower lip, she ran her finger over the edge
of his front teeth until it found his other fang. As she explored the shape and
length, his fangs responded to her touch. He tensed and managed to slow their
growth, but failed to completely stop them.

When the tips lifted his lips and slid into view, her finger
trembled against his lips a second before she slowly withdrew it from his
mouth. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“I won’t hurt you, Terry. I swear.” His heart pounded in his
ears. He didn’t want to wipe her memory of their time together. If they met
again, he wanted her to remember every second. “Don’t be afraid.”

“This is not happening. You’re a vampire. I’m in bed with a
vampire.” Drawing in one huge breathe after another, she sank into the pillow.
Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. “I don’t fucking believe this. I just had
my first real orgasm with a vampire. Did you fuck with my head? Is that why it
was so good?” She looked like she wanted to smack him.

“No! Last night was real.” He wished he could take her in
his arms, but he didn’t dare move.

“Last night I didn’t think vampires were real. Wait, I heard
your heartbeat. I know I did.” She rested her palm against his chest.

“We’re not dead, Terry. We’re not half the crap you’ve
heard.” He shrugged. “We’re actually pretty nice, once you get to know us.”

“But you do have fangs. Do they hurt when they grow like
that?”

He searched her eyes for the horror and disgust he had
expected to see, had seen in others, but only concern shone in Terry’s. Where
had this woman come from? How could the idea of lying naked beneath a vampire
not send her running, screaming? When she brushed her knuckles over his cheek,
all the while holding his gaze, he decided he’d somehow managed to catch an
angel.

“You really don’t mind? We do suck blood, you know.” He
leaned in closer, needing her mouth, longing to steal one more taste of Terry
before she sent him away.

Resting her fingers on his lips, she gently pushed him back.
“But not to kill, right? I mean you don’t go around draining people and making
more vampires, do you?”

Tomas laughed. “No, the last thing we want is to create a
vampire nation. And we never drink blood to kill. Unless, of course, it’s in
self-defense.”

She grinned. “I could live with that. I guess it’s like
dating a guy who always carries a gun.”

He grazed her upper lip with his teeth. “But a gun can’t
make you come like my teeth can. Well, only if I drink your blood while we
fuck. Then those amazing orgasms you had last night will become pitiful
memories.”

“Really? Is it dangerous,” she asked, breathlessly.

He shook his head and nudged the head of his cock into her
dripping pussy.

She raised her hips and gasped when he drove himself deeper.
“What if you lose control? What—”

“I won’t.” He slowly withdrew, then buried himself to the
hilt. “Trust me.”

Delving into her mind to ensure that Terry wasn’t mentally
searching for a wooden stake or devising some way of destroying him while he
fucked her, he discovered she really didn’t care. For years she’d wondered if
she’d been born with some defect that kept her from coming unless she had some
buzzing toy in her. Discovering she could come with a real cock in her and that
he could give her an even better orgasm than they’d already shared shocked and
excited her more than discovering she’d experienced her first orgasm with a
vampire.

“Okay, I trust you.” She raked a path down Tomas’ back with
her nails, then took hold of his ass and pulled his hips into hers.

“God, I must have done something good to deserve this,” he
said against her lips before crushing them beneath his.

Still imbedded in her mind, he felt her fear, felt how it
mingled with her desires and heightened her senses. She marveled that Tomas’
hands raced across her body and felt like they caressed her in ten places at
once. She wondered how a vampire’s cock could feel so hot. And he discovered
that Terry liked the edge of danger Tomas now possessed.

Withdrawing his cock without warning, he sat back on his
heels, scraped a path down her quivering stomach with his fangs, then grabbed
hold of her thighs and spread them until her breath hitched. “Do you like it
rough, Terry?”

Her eyes darkened as she nodded.

Tomas thought he would come all over her legs when he gazed
down at her gaping pussy. Her juices flowed from dewy folds. Her clit, swollen
and glistening, beckoned. Lowering his head much slower than he wanted, he
ignored her pleas to eat her. Torturing Terry turned him on more than he
thought possible.

Finally, he licked a path up her slit, then grinned against
her pussy when she let out a growl of satisfaction. Tomas suckled her clit and
drove two fingers into her tight pussy until she bucked uncontrollably against
his mouth. When her hips dropped back down to the mattress, he took hold of
them and flipped her onto her stomach. “Get on your knees.”

Terry rose onto her knees and, with a needy whimper, swayed
her hips from side to side. Tomas gritted his teeth and slid his finger from
her clit to her puckered ass. He wanted that ass. “Ever take it in the ass,
Terry?”

“N-no.” Her hips stilled.

“Trust me?” Sweet Mina, he would be her first. When she
didn’t answer, he continued to spread her slick cum over the tender virginal
flesh. “First we’ll start small.”

Tomas slid the tip of his finger in and paused. With his
other hand, he reached around her hip and smoothed his way up her ribs until
her full breast filled his palm. Pulling her up, he held her back against his
chest and kissed her shoulder as he slid his finger deeper and deeper, inch by
inch. He released her breast with his other hand and dipped it between her
legs. He swirled his thumb around and over her clit.

Blood surged into his cock when Terry responded by pushing
her ass down on his finger, driving it in to the knuckle.

“Good girl. Now take control. Rise up until my finger comes
out, then come back down.”

He let her fuck one finger, then two while he kissed a path
over her shoulder to her neck. Her moans grew louder and her pumping more
erratic when he added a third finger. He could feel the muscles deep in her ass
coil tighter and tighter.

“I’m so close, Tomas. Oh shit, I’m so, so close.”

Her vein strummed beneath his lips. His fangs throbbed in
response. When Terry rose up again, Tomas took hold of her hips and held her
ass poised over his cock. He raised his head and bared his fangs as he roared.
Terry let out a small scream and tried to pull away.

“Look at me, Terry,” he ordered, his voice raw with emotion.

She jumped and whimpered, but didn’t turn her head. Tomas
saw the images from countless horror movies flashing across her mind.

“Look at me, damn it.” He was scared for some crazy reason.
Terrified of her reaction.

She turned her head, then, when he smiled, released the
breath she’d been holding. “What do I do?”

Tomas brushed his lips over hers until she relaxed. “Take a
deep breath…hold it…now blow!”

He slammed her ass down onto his cock, impaling her to the
hilt. Before the need to plunge into her again and again took over, he stilled
and let her grow accustomed to having a dick in her ass. Luckily, Terry’s ass
wasn’t his first. He knew he had to be patient if he wanted her to come.

When she started to move her hips up ever so slightly then
down, he let her have control until her pace sped up, until she dropped down
onto his cock so hard his teeth hurt. He dipped his hand between her legs and
tweaked her clit.

“So, here’s how it works, Terry. I’m going to take over now.
I’m gonna fuck your ass until you’re about to come.”

She moaned and nodded, matching his rhythm as he picked up
the pace.

“Then, I’ll lick your neck—”

“Lick? I thought—”

He grabbed her hips and brought her down hard. “Be a good
girl and listen.”

A shudder ran through her body into his. “I love when you
talk like that.”

Tomas smirked. “I’m not kidding. It won’t hurt. Okay? It’ll
just give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had, with yourself or me.”

She leaned her head back on his shoulder and nipped his
lips. “Prove it.”

He fucked her ass until they both couldn’t contain their
cries, and this time when he bared his teeth, she opened her eyes.

With a look of need, she tilted her head to the side,
exposing her neck, offering herself up to him. Tomas entered her mind to share
her experience. At first, when his teeth pierced her throat, she realized he’d
lied. It did hurt. A white blinding pain. But within seconds unimaginable
pleasure took hold. Fire raced through her veins toward her neck when he
clamped his lips over her skin and sucked deeply. Every nerve ending sprang to
life.

Terry held his head to her neck as she thrashed up and down
on his cock. Her cries of pleasure drove him wild. He was drowning. Never had
blood tasted so sweet, never had it burned so hot. Never had he come with such
force. He spilled his seed, feeling like his very soul burst free and roared at
the way her muscles greedily milked him dry.

Tomas listened to her heart, her breathing, how her blood
flowed until he knew he’d taken all she could safely give. He gently slid his
teeth from her neck, licked the drops of blood that followed and watched as his
saliva immediately started to heal the wounds. Taking a deep breath, not sure
if she would regret her decision, he raised his head.

Terry gazed up at him, her eyes filled with wonder. She
opened her mouth to speak just as an aftershock rippled through her body.
“Shit. Is it always like that?”

He stared intently into her eyes and wondered if he’d just
ass-fucked his soulmate. “My God, Terry. It’s never like that.”

“I thought so,” she murmured smugly and kissed his neck.
“You know what they say. One taste of Terry is never enough.”

* * * * *

“They’ve been like that all night and day.” Angelina went
over to the bed and stared down at Sebastian and Diana. “When will we know if
they’ll be all right?”

Damien sighed. Diana’s mouth suckled at Sebastian’s neck.
Leaning down, he absorbed the sound of their combined hearts. While Diana’s
pounded in his ears, he had to strain to catch the soft thump of Sebastian’s.
The sound of blood trickling from his veins into hers told him all he needed to
know. The tables had turned.

“Is she alive or not,” Frank asked, his hushed voice booming
in the silent room.

Ignoring him, Damien strode to the kitchenette and filled
two tumblers with Jack Daniels. Turning, he held them out to Frank and
Angelina. When they both shook their heads, he downed both drinks. “It’s going
to be another long night.”

Pillows flew off the couch onto the oak floor. Standing
beside the couch, Frank gasped.

“Go to sleep, Frank,” Damien commanded with his voice and
mind.