He moaned and then gave into her, his mouth closing down over hers, one hand spearing through her hair, the other molding her close. His tongue stroking hers, wickedly hot, and then gone. He pressed her down onto the mattress, his legs framing her hips, his hands holding hers over her head. “Not yet.” His hot stare brushed her nipples, lingering on her breasts, before lifting to her mouth, then finally her eyes. “Tell me about last night.”
“Why do you want to talk when you could be inside me?”
His gaze raked over her breasts, a teasing caress that had her squirming, his eyes dark with hunger when they met hers. “You want me inside you because of what happened last night, which is why you need to remember it.”
“That’s not true. I wanted you the instant I saw you. I wanted you before…” Her chest tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out what he wanted her to remember.
“Before what, Marissa?”
Fire washed through her. She was hot all over, her mind racing with images she tried to reject, her thighs aching from the emptiness he could fill. If only he were inside her, she could escape…escape something…she wasn’t sure what. She was wild though, wild with need, desperate to feel him buried inside her, taking her, filling her. She reached for his mouth. He pulled back.
“Damn you,” she all but yelled at him.
“I was damned a long time ago,” he said, his fingers curling around her jaw. “But you aren’t. Not yet. Not if I have anything to say about it. Tell me what happened last night.”
“Fuck me or let me up.” She barely knew such a bold order as her own, but her body did. Her body knew she needed him inside her, as if he were her lifeline, her drug, she couldn’t live without.
His dark eyes were flickering with something dangerously primal that only made her want him more. “I’ll fuck you when you tell me what I want to know,” he stubbornly replied. “When I know that you know what is happening to you.”
“You were there,” she said. “You know what happened to me.”
“I need to know you know. Tell me.”
A rush of adrenaline had her fighting to free herself, when she didn’t really want free—not from him. Not from Evan. He was too strong for her, too big to fight. So instead, she arched into him, tried to touch him, tried to find the relief she knew he could give her. Still, he held back, held himself just out of reach. Desperation curled inside her, and she cried out his name. She hurt—for him, to feel him, to be with him.
She heard him reply, but she didn’t understand what he was saying. “I need…” Her vision went blurry, and Marissa had no idea what came over her, what happened to her in that moment. She sunk her teeth into Evan’s shoulder. A second later, she felt his teeth pierce her neck.
CHAPTER FIVE
Her blood flooded his mouth as his was into hers. It was sweet, hot and erotic. She was a woman between worlds—torn between human, wolf, and vampire. A woman whose primal urges would control her, destroy her, if he let them. The exchange of blood would temporarily dilute the wolf’s virus, as would the bonding of their bodies, the release of primal sexual urges. He knew this, yet, he’d resisted. He wanted her to understand, he wanted her to know he wasn’t using her, wasn’t taking advantage of her. That he was helping her. There was no turning back time, no immediate way to destroy the wolf’s virus eroding her body, her mind. No way to get her to comprehend the implications of it all, without taming the beast within. Fucking her was the best thing he could do for her right now, and he knew it.
“Oh God I’m…” She arched against him, and he could smell her arousal, damn near taste the orgasm his bite had delivered in her blood. He eased his teeth away from her neck, swiped his tongue over the puncture marks to close them, his hand stroking her breast, fingers tweaking her nipple.
He tugged his shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. Then brought his mouth to hers as she calmed, swallowing her gasps with a gentle, sensual kiss. He could taste his blood on her tongue, and never in his life had he felt anything as sexy and arousing.
“I bit you,” she whispered against his mouth, as if she too was responding to the same thing he was.
“And I bit you,” he reminded her, working his boots off, and kicking them to the floor. “You taste like sweet succulent honey.” He nibbled her lips. “How do I taste?”
“Like the dream you,” she said, “an erotic, amazing dream.”
He froze, his mouth lingering over hers. Damn it, she was still in denial. She had to accept reality. Evan pushed off the bed, wasting no time ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, deciding he’d rather her find it in a dream rather than a nightmare, but either way, it would happen now, today.
She tucked her feet beneath her, stroking her breasts as she stared at him. Her gaze traced the jut of his cock, thick and pulsing with arousal. “You are really one hot dream man.”
Evan took the open she gave him, going down on his knees on the bed, and roughly lacing his fingers into her hair. Rough was what she wanted, what she needed, what the wolf would demand it of him and her. He pulled her mouth to his. “Not a man, Marissa,” he said. Baring his still extended fangs, to add, “A Vampire.” And then he gave her a hot kiss, a vampire kiss, his teeth nipping her tongue, her blood spilling into her mouth. He settled his cock between her legs. She was dripping wet and hot, her thighs clamping down around him, trying to claim him.
“Evan,” she gasped, reaching between them, tried to press him inside her.
He shackled her wrist. “Vampire. Say it.”
“No,” she panted. “No, I—”
“I won’t fuck you unless I know you know what I am. That you accept what I am.”
“No—”
He kissed her, savaged her mouth, and then fangs bared he demanded, “What am I, Marissa?”
She touched his mouth. “Vampire.”
The word on her lips drove him wild with need but still he pressed her, “Again.”
“Vampire. You’re a vampire.”
He slid his cock inside her, moaned with her at the sensation of their bodies finally joined, at the wet heat of her surrounding him.
He wrapped his hands around her lush backside, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her nipples puckered against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
“Vampire,” she repeated, this time without hesitation, and he snapped. Wildness erupted from him, from her. She wanted to be fucked and this vampire was going to fuck her.
***
He was perfect. He was a vampire. And he was inside her, where she wanted him. She shoved him to his back, rolling with him, sitting up to ride him. Marissa had never felt anything like what she felt now, complete uninhibited lust. She touched him, she touched herself. She licked and nipped and bucked. Watching him watch her as she rode him though, that was the hottest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. Her eyes weren’t shut and her cheeks were filled with an embarrassed flush. Oh they were hot alright, hot from witnessing the desire in his eyes, the pure white-hot hunger brimming from his long dark lashes.