VampireMine (10 page)

Not to Trey Veznor.

He wrapped his fingers under the tip of his cock and squeezed.
A glistening bead of pre-cum appeared in the slit. She wanted to lean forward
and lick it away, teasing the hard, supple skin with flicks of her tongue. His
thickness and length would be impossible to cover with her mouth, meaning she’d
have to use her hands. The image of doing just that sent a tremor through her.
She’d give him pleasure, swallowing every drop of his seed as he came. Then
she’d send him over the edge a second time, sinking her fangs into the vein in
his thigh.

“Give yourself to me, Sadie.” A measure of desperation
accompanied the request. “Lie back, open those pretty thighs and take me.”

Apprehension struck, coiling its way to her heart.

She wanted to give him what he wanted—she yearned for it, in
fact.

But fear clawed its way into her mind, a harsh remembrance
of what had happened when she allowed herself to jump headfirst into something
without weighing the consequences beforehand. He was the only one who could
provide the blood she needed to survive, so he’d always own that part of her.
But there was one thing she could control, no matter how small it seemed.

“Your mark won’t scar,” she confessed, telling him the
truth. Unless she used a spell to allow it, he could bite her all he wanted and
it would never matter. “You’re not the one who makes that decision.”

“It’ll stay,” he growled, releasing his cock. The swollen
length bobbed toward his stomach, the heavy shaft upright and stiff as he
leaned over her. “Do you know why?”

She shook her head, resting back on her elbows, shivering as
he kneed her legs apart. His eyes were practically glowing, his lips drawn back
just enough she could see his canines lengthen. She felt his wolf then, sensed
the energy Trey put off. Something had changed, a shift she might not be able
to see but could feel. The creature inside the man was even more threatening
and powerful. It didn’t merely want her, it
needed
her.

And it was about to do whatever it took to possess her.

“You haven’t fully experienced the bond between us, baby.
But you’re about to. You’ll see that no matter what you say—whether my mark
stays on your skin or not—you belong to one man.”

He reached down, guiding his cock to her cleft. He slid the
tip through her wet folds, running it up and down. On the final pass he rested
the tip against her pussy. Even as wet as she was, he had to work his way
inside. She inhaled sharply as the wide head penetrated her. He released the
base and lifted his head.

Oh shit.

Before she’d sensed the wolf. Now it stared at her through
Trey’s eyes.

She’d pushed the animal, even if she hadn’t meant to.

Placing an arm beneath her, he shifted his weight and lifted
her onto the mattress. The instant her back hit the bed he thrust, parting her
like a breeze, the unyielding length of him spearing inside her in one swift motion.
His sac hit her ass, her pussy aching as it stretched to accept him.

She’d wondered what he’d be like when he let loose and
didn’t hold back.

She was about to find out.

“Me,” he growled, rolling his hips, grinding against her.
“You belong to me.”

Satin and silk. Warm and slick. So damn tight his balls were
going to burst.

Sadie’s pussy wrapped around him, so snug he didn’t dare
move.

The wolf had ridden him hard, determined to claim her. Her
quip about his mark being her decision had set off the beast, uncaging the
feral portion of him. Despite the truth of her statement, he knew every single
male in his pack would scent his seed on her, meaning they’d stay the fuck
away. She didn’t have to accept a scar on her shoulder. She knew the truth. So
would everyone else.

Fuck the mark. She’s mine now.

No running away, Sadie. No more promises you can’t keep.

Her gorgeous light-blue eyes studied him, full and
delectable lips parted for his kiss. He looked at her tiny fangs, groaning as
his balls tightened and cock pulsed. In his dreams those sharp little teeth did
all sorts of things to his libido. He’d gotten a glimpse of how good it could
be when she’d fed from him earlier, busting a nut before he could think
clearly.

Would it be the same like this?

Would she hold off until he was ready?

Unable to remain still, he withdrew his cock, hissing as he
retreated from the haven of her cunt. She gasped, shaking as if she were on
ice, staring up at him. Her pupils dilated, making her icy blue irises more
pronounced. Her blonde hair cascaded around her, the lush strands like gold
against the dark comforter.

Damn.

He was one lucky son of a bitch. This female—his female—was
hotter than hell.

Time was short but he’d wanted to make this encounter
memorable. He wanted to hear her cries and watch her face as she came. If he
had his way he’d take the entire night, until she’d milked his cock dry. Sadly
that wasn’t going to happen. The mating heat was on him, the wolf snarling in
his head as it tried to gain control.

Bringing a hand to her side for leverage, he plunged into
her.

Shit.

It wasn’t going to be easy to hold back, not when he was
ready to explode.

Cautiously, he settled into a smooth, deliberate rhythm. He
moved in and out, hard and steady. He nearly lost it when she lifted her hips,
moving in tandem with his firm, purposeful strokes. Each time he sank
balls-deep he felt the softness of her cervix. She took all he had and asked
for more.

Fuck it all, she deserved more than this.

She shouldn’t have had to accept him as her mate in a
stranger’s home, fucking him on a guestroom bed. This should have happened in
private, in their own fucking residence, where he could pepper the bed with
rose petals as soft as her skin and as pink as her lips. She deserved his time
and attention as he adored her for hours on end.

His eyes strayed to her breasts. The nipples in the centers
of the creamy swells were a dark shade of pink, the areolas hard and puckered.
For a moment he let his fantasies take over, picturing his dick trapped between
the soft mounds. She’d tell him to come, massaging her breasts, flicking her
tongue over the tip with each thrust of his cock.

His balls tightened, an orgasm threatening to consume him.

Keep it together. Don’t fuck this up.

He took a stiff point into his mouth, basking in her sigh of
pleasure. He tapped his tongue over the tiny pearl, groaning when she wrapped
her legs around his waist. The change in position allowed him to go deeper, his
dick gliding in and out of her pussy. Each time he lifted away she pulled back,
timing it so their bodies came together in a fluid motion.

Moving from one breast to the next, he growled, “You’re
killing me.”

Her hand drifted from his arm. He started to complain,
wanting more of her touch, when he felt her fingers in his hair.
Fuck yeah.
The tips of her nails skimmed over his scalp, parting the strands. She urged
him closer, applying pressure to the back of his head. Her soft mewls of
contentment drifted to his ears. He increased the suction, working his tongue
over the hard peak.

Perfect, baby. Enjoy it.

“Like that,” she whispered, grinding her pussy onto his
cock, rolling her pelvis. “Goddess, yes.”

For fuck’s sake.

He hadn’t been this eager to blow since his teens. Pubescent
hormones were bad but when you threw a wolf into the equation it seriously
complicated the male sex drive. Over time he’d learned to hold himself back, to
see to a female’s needs.

If only things were that simple now.

As much as he longed to appease his mate, he wanted to claim
her too. Maybe when the wolf wasn’t snarling in his head he’d be able to pay
proper attention. He felt the perspiration on his back and brow, the result of
denying himself what he wanted most. His canines had revealed themselves a long
while ago, the wolf’s demand that he mark their female and cement their union.
The animal had stopped playing nice.

The beast emerged, trying to overcome the man.

Ripping his mouth from Sadie’s breast, he rose above her. He
didn’t bother going for soft or romantic, fucking her hard and fast. His balls
were heavy, his sac tight. She shifted with each rock of his body, her breasts
bouncing. He ground his teeth together, telling the wolf to back the fuck off.
It didn’t listen, taking over, transforming his nails into claws.

“Trey,” Sadie murmured, latching on to his neck with her
hand. She pulled him down, lifting her shoulders away from the bed. “This time
I need…” Her fingers tensed on his nape. “I have to ask…”

Magic wafted from Sadie and hummed against his skin. It took
a moment to understand what he was feeling and identify the demands of his
mate. Her hunger confused his wolf, catching the animal off-guard. Anxiety
poured from his beast, mingling with the concerns of the man.

Did she always drink like this? He’d already given her so
much.

What if he couldn’t provide for her? Would he be able to
keep up?

“Yes.” He lowered himself, balancing on one elbow, giving
her plenty of room.

He turned his head to the side, presenting his neck. Even if
it made him as weak as a kitten, he’d give her anything she asked for. It was
his duty to nourish her, one of the primary responsibilities of a mated male.

“Go ahead, baby.” He wanted to feel it, to come hard inside
her. “Take what you need.”

Her teeth sank deep, the white-hot ecstasy of her bite
shooting through his body. He growled, his hips jerking in an uneven motion as
he climaxed. His cock pulsed with each stream of semen, his seed flooding her
womb. Even as it caused the punctures in his neck to protest, he turned his
face toward her.

Mark her.

Now.

Aiming for her shoulder, he brought his lips back. His teeth
broke through her flesh, gliding past her soft and giving skin. Her whimper was
one of pain and pleasure. She didn’t stop drinking, taking his blood to build
her strength. He pumped his hips, stunned to find his cock remained stiff
despite his climax. He wondered if a mating bond would be established as it did
when shifters mated humans. She didn’t cry out in pain and he didn’t feel a
shift in his wolf. He didn’t experience the separation he’d been told about. It
was like a different connection was established between them, bringing them
closer together.

“
Again.
” Sadie’s thought echoed through his mind. “
More.
”

He kept his teeth embedded in her skin, hammering his cock
into her pussy with enough force to shake the mattress. His skin itched, his
wolf so close at hand he balled his fists to keep from shifting.

Fucking hell. It had never been so difficult to remain in
charge.

Over the years his beast had learned its place. As an Alpha
he had to maintain the balance. Sometimes shifters were known to mate in their
fur—when they were both in animal form—but he’d never been turned-on by the
idea. Sadie likely wouldn’t be either.

Back off
, he snarled at the damn thing.

His strength ebbed, the muscles in his arms and legs growing
weak. He tried to keep going, thrusting for all he was worth. His dick might be
hard but he couldn’t complete the act without stamina. He’d done this long
enough to know he could go a double round if so inclined, without any serious
issues. The tugs against his throat were a stern reminder of Sadie’s demands.
Taking so much had left him drained. He couldn’t keep going if she continued.
With his luck he’d end their first encounter with a whimper not a bang.

Like a fucking pussy.

“
Not quite
,” Sadie’s voice appeared in his head
again. “
Not even close.
”

A burst of magic seared through him, beginning at his neck
and winding down his body. His lethargy vanished, a newfound energy suffusing
his muscles. Pressure built in his sac and another climax crashed over him. He
released her shoulder, stars flashing before his eyes. A sharp, electric
current crackled up his back, shooting through his arms and legs. It felt as
amazing as it felt awkward. He’d never come that many times so close in a row.

Son of a fucking bitch.

Her pussy flexed around his cock as she came, her moan
throaty and deep. Her fangs slid from his neck, the swipes of her tongue tender
over the wounds. She kept him close, her thighs tight around his waist as she
pumped her hips. He kept up the pace, wanting to extend her release. She kept
shaking, enjoying the pleasure he gave her. He wished it could last forever.

Eventually she went soft beneath him, her quiet exhalation
one of satiation and bliss. His gaze drifted to her shoulder as he backed away
from her.

As she’d warned, his mark had vanished. There wasn’t as much
as a scratch or bruise marring her porcelain skin. The wolf, who had found
satisfaction in their pairing, didn’t approve. A growl crept up his chest, a
prickle of fury washing over him. His scent would serve as a threat to any
shifter who crossed her path but he wanted his dominance openly displayed.

She was his.

No other would ever have her.

“It doesn’t matter,” he warned, staring his mate in the eye.
She licked the corner of her mouth, collecting the last traces of his blood.
“With or without the mark, you know who you belong to.”

He expected a lot of things—for her to tell him to fuck off
or inform him he didn’t have a say in the matter—but he hadn’t counted on her
letting him go and stretching her arms over her head. She sighed, happy as a
lark. Whereas he was livid, she was totally at ease. A smile tugged at her
lips, her blue eyes darkening a shade.

“If you say so,” she purred, arching her back like a
contented cat. “Barbarian.”