Waverly’s body heated in arousal. He literally just took a bite of her sandwich, and she was ready to throw him on the sofa. Why was he so damn sexy?
Her mind raced as they sat in silence eating. If he could bite a sandwich like that, she wondered what it would be like for him to lick her pussy and eat her. Desire rushed through her at the thought of his fangs sinking into her flesh.
Waverly averted her gaze, not quite certain the powerful vampire couldn’t read her thoughts. Never in her life had she considered making love to a vampire, let alone allowing one to bite her. Yet his kiss burned hot on her lips and the idea of him being with another woman for any reason, to feed or fuck her, speared jealousy through her gut.
None of it made sense but in the moments of their intimate encounters, it didn’t matter. The craving grew stronger. Prior-held beliefs slipped from her fingers.
She wiped her mouth with the napkin and leaned back on the sofa. Sated by food but starving for his touch, her body tensed with arousal as he shot her a wicked smile.
“Dessert?” he asked with a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat.
“You’re hungry?” She watched with interest as he reached for a paper bag.
A flirty smile broke across her face as the sexier-than-sin vampire held up a white powdered pastry. With the small throw blanket barely hanging onto his hips, he leaned toward her.
“I’m ravenous.” His tongue slid over his lips. “Now that you’ve got me eating food, perhaps I can interest you in my way of life.”
“Perhaps,” she whispered, her pulse racing at the thought.
Waverly’s heart pounded in her chest as Viktor leaned over her, teasing her lips with the sugary treat. Her tongue darted out, stealing a taste of sweetness. He dipped the beignet between her lips so she could bite into the delicious pastry. Waverly moaned with pleasure, slightly shifting underneath him, her body heated with arousal.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met such a beautiful woman.” His intense gaze burned through her.
“Viktor, I—’
He silenced her words, his lips pressed to hers. Waverly kissed him back, her palms sliding up his chest until her hands wrapped behind his neck. With her fingers tunneled into his hair, she completely let go, losing herself in his devastating kiss.
“Viktor,” she cried as he peppered kisses down her shoulder. The thought of his fangs slicing into her skin, with him deep inside her, flashed in her mind. Beg him. It was the only way he’d bite her.
Waverly arched her back as he tore the sheets open exposing her flesh, his mouth traveling over her collarbone and down her chest. His lips brushed over her nipple, and she released a gentle sigh as his tongue swirled around its tip.
She teased her fingers through his hair as he settled between her legs. Her body exposed to him, every nerve in her body was on alert. His warm breath teased her thigh, sending desire threading through her entire body.
His palm brushed over her mound and she tensed, desperately seeking his touch.
“Mo chroí. It’s time for my dessert,” he growled.
A shiver ran through her as he dragged his tongue over her clit. She clutched the sofa as his thumb stroked through her wet folds.
“Viktor,” she cried as he drove a finger deep inside her.
She writhed in pleasure, her breath ragged. He sucked her swollen bead into his mouth, plunging his fingers in and out of her pussy. Waverly wanted so badly to restrain her release but as he curled his finger inside her, teasing her sensitive strip of nerves, she lost control.
Her hips bucked up into his face, her fingers tunneling through his hair. She screamed, seized by a rush of sheer ecstasy. Her body shook in release, gasping for breath as the waves of orgasm rippled through her.
Waverly’s mind spun in confusion, her body still tingling from her climax. As Viktor moved upward to kiss her, her pulse raced. She wanted him to take her in every possible way, to devour her body, her blood. The sight of his fangs hidden behind his sexy smile, terrified and excited her all at once. She couldn’t deny her dark desire, the yearning to give herself to him.
“Viktor…I want you...please—” she gasped as his erection pressed between her legs. “Bite me…I—”
A stranger’s voice boomed from the hallway. Waverly froze in shock, her attention drawn to a large man staring at them from the doorway.
“Get out,” Viktor growled, promptly covering her with the sheet.
“She’s a fine one. Perhaps you’ll share?” The ruggedly handsome vampire looked to Waverly, his fangs still bared. “I’m Greyson.”
“No.” Waverly defensively clutched the sheets to her chest.
In a flash, Viktor sprang off the sofa, crushing the stranger into the wall. “She’s mine.”
The man gave a hearty laugh in response. “Jesus Christ, Viktor. What the fuck is your problem? I’m just takin’ the piss out of ya.”
“Get out.” Viktor shoved him toward the door and turned his back, waving him off. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Lovely meeting you, bird.” Greyson nodded to her.
“I’m sorry, love.” Viktor stood in front of Waverly, protectively blocking her from the gruff vampire’s view.
“You know him?” Her gazed burned with fire, both angry and terrified.
“Yes, yes I do.” Viktor glared at Greyson.
The vampire eyed Waverly with curiosity and gave a sardonic laugh. “You brought a human to your home? Interesting.”
“Out. Now!” Viktor yelled.
Waverly glanced to the knife that sat next to the food on the table. But as she looked back to the stranger, he’d disappeared. “What is happening?”
“It’s all right. That’s Greyson.” Viktor returned to the sofa and sat next to her.
“Why is he here? In your house? In your bedroom?” she asked, her voice escalating.
Viktor lifted her wrist to his lips and brushed a kiss to the back of her hand. “I’m sorry.”
At his touch, her body relaxed. She nodded, overwhelmed with the calming sensation. She smiled. “How are you doing that?”
“What?” He winked.
“You know.”
“Ah, at least some of my tricks seem to work with you.” Viktor opened his mouth as if to continue but abruptly switched topics. “Greyson is my brother.”
“Your brother? Wait. What is he doing here? Does he live in New Orleans?”
“So many questions, pet. To be honest, it’s been years since I’ve seen him. I wasn’t sure he’d come.”
“You invited him here?” Her mouth gaped open in shock.
“Yes, I did invite him. I wasn’t banking on him showing up but here he is. Pleasant as always.” He shook his head. “I needed to see him.”
“How did he get in your bedroom?”
“Yeah, that.” He gave a tight smile. “I’m sorry.”
Waverly flushed with the memory, still hungry for her vampire. His sultry gaze told her he was thinking the same.
He sighed. “As tempting as you are, I’d better get dressed before he grows impatient. He’s already pissed at me, and I don’t want to keep him waiting long.”
“He’s upset with you?” she asked.