“Soo, wanna d—”
Before I had a chance to ask Noel to dance, she stood and faced me, straddling my legs as she looked down with a wicked gleam in her eyes that set my blood pounding.
“There was one big flaw with that undercover plan,” she yelled over the music.
“Yeah?”
Noel grabbed my wounded wrist and lifted it below her lips. “You’re the one who likes being bitten.” Using her teeth, she pulled the bow tie loose and ran her tongue over the abrasion. I watched her, transfixed.
Gaze locked on mine, Noel bit into my raw flesh. I groaned in pain and pleasure as fresh, hot blood seeped from my wrist. Noel licked it up in greedy gulps that I strained to hear over the explicit lyrics. I wasn’t just hard; I felt like coming.
You’re sick, dude.
Nah, man. It’s the disease of the undead.
There was no avoiding the bloodlust in one form or another. I got off on being bitten. No biggie. Better than being a bloodsucking stereotype. Somehow, I didn’t mind Noel’s particular perversion. Someone that small and female got a free pass, especially when I knew all her subjects were willing.
Noel bit harder. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, pre-cum trickling from the tip of my dick. As she drank from my wrist, Noel eased onto my lap and rocked her hips against mine.
I groaned with pleasure.
Noel lowered my wrist. Her eyes were bright, and her lips stained red with my blood. My dick strained against the tux pants.
“AB negative isn’t really my type,” Noel said. “Not anymore.”
AB anything was my type. I preferred other undead—the good kind—colleagues. I didn’t need a woman getting old on me.
“You’re talking about hostiles and vampires of interest,” I said as Noel continued the sweet friction over my pants. “You’ve never had a hunter before. Come on, Harper, live a little.” I lifted my brows and smiled while my hands skimmed her smooth bare legs straddling me.
Noel leaned across me and nipped my earlobe. “One night,” she spoke inside the shell of my ear.
“For starters,” I murmured in a low voice, lifting my pelvis to rock with her.
“I mean it, Dante. Tonight’s an exception. I’m not going to be your girlfriend. I’m not going to take walks with you and your dog in the park. No dinners. No dates. No calling me on the phone afterward—unless there’s a mission.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Harper ground her hips into mine, thrust her chest out, and rode me hard. For someone so petite, I was impressed with how efficiently she put her whole weight into her carnal momentum.
My fingers dug into Noel’s thighs. Blood resurfaced on my wrist and dribbled over her porcelain skin. At this rate, I might need a transfusion when we returned home.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you eye-fucking me for months,” Noel said. “Now’s your chance to get it out of your system.”
“Keep talking dirty to me, and I will, Harper. You’re speaking my language—body and tongue.”
Noel laughed. “You’re sick.”
I stood up, taking Noel with me. She squeezed my neck between her arms and wrapped her legs around my middle.
“I’m taking you someplace more private,” I said.
“Fuck me in a dark corner or right here. I don’t care,” Noel returned.
“No,” I growled.
Noel yanked on my head and spoke in my ear. “Don’t turn this into something romantic.”
I carried her to the wall and shoved her back against the barrier then crushed my lips over hers. When she tried to push me away, I kissed her harder. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, wincing a moment later when she bit it, but I didn’t retract. As my blood filled our throats, Noel stopped struggling. She gripped the back of my head, pulling at chunks of my hair as she lifted herself to suck on my tongue and mashed hungry lips against mine.
While we kissed, I slid my hands under her dress and rubbed the edges of her lace panties with my thumbs, playing a bit before pulling them down her thighs. I broke off the kiss to slide the black lace past her knees then ankles.
Noel stared down with a triumphant look as I slipped the lace free of her heels.
It would be tempting to give in. To fuck her against that wall with a whole room full of dancers and music pounding at my back. But that wasn’t happening. Not for our first time, anyway.
I lifted Noel sideways, adjusting her weight to have her legs dangle over my arm. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she said something I couldn’t hear over the music. I shook my head then barreled through the crowd, racing down a long corridor then up the stairs to the first-class cabins with Noel in my arms.
Please let there be an available room. Please. Please. Please.
I hurried along the corridor. My prayers were answered when I spotted a couple just exiting a room.
“Don’t worry,” I told Noel. “This won’t be romantic.”
“Then why are you carrying me over the threshold like fucking newlyweds?” Noel demanded as I swept inside the cabin with her.
I spun around and kicked the door shut.
Surprisingly, the large four-poster bed was neatly made. Guess that couple had just come in here to talk? It wasn’t like maid service could have snuck in and done it between the departing duo and me rushing inside.
I set Noel down, locked the door, then circled her and pushed her hair over her shoulder to get access to the dress’s zipper. Noel stepped away before I could give it a tug.
“Clothes stay on,” she said, sauntering deeper into the room.
I prowled after her, totally turned on by her bossiness. “I want to see all of you.”
“You might not like what you see.”
“Trust me, I enjoy seeing naked women.”
“With big boobs.”
“Hey, small and perky works just as well for me.” Noel backed up against the far wall. I caught up and stared down the front of her gown. “Sure you don’t want to let the girls out to breathe?”
“Positive, but let’s see what you’ve got under those pants. Something small and perky?” Noel chuckled.
“Why don’t you find out?” I suggested with a cocky grin.
I placed Noel’s hands on my belt. She unbuckled the clasp then wrenched the belt free from the loops of my pants and tossed it aside. The black strip of leather cracked against the bed’s nightstand.
I had a wildcat on my hands. Such a fucking turn-on.
Yanking and pulling at my fly, Noel next grasped at my pants and pulled them down roughly, followed by my boxers. She stared at my dick, saying nothing for the longest time. Finally, she moistened her lips, still staring down.
“Not small then.”
“Nope,” I said proudly. “Big and hard for you, Harper.”
Her eyes snapped up just as she launched herself at me. I caught her by her bottom and lifted her. Noel wrapped her legs around my torso and crossed her ankles. I lowered her past my hips then released her golden tush to push up the hem of her dress. With the fabric out of the way, my fingers found their way to a shaved cunt. I stroked her soft folds and rubbed her clit until my fingers were slick with her heat. Then I shoved my dick inside Noel Harper and moaned.
She froze for a nanosecond before grinding her hips against mine, gripping my shoulders to ride me in frenzied jerks.