She carefully touched her tongue to one of the sharp teeth, not the point, but the slick sides. It was like any tooth really, except longer, sharper, wickeder. Of course, the purpose of such a tooth didn’t settle her concern either.
Yet she hated seeing the turmoil in his eyes, the defeat, the need to feel she saw him as a hunter and not an abomination. He was waiting, seeing if she was going to accept him or reject him. She was glad he hadn’t pulled away in defeat.
She smiled at him and ran her hands over his strong arms. “If you don’t finish what you started, I’m going to bite you.” Seriously, she would.
He smiled again then, showing off his canines fully, and she began to kiss him, and he was back to stroking her nub. It didn’t take long for her to heat up from zero to hundred in practically a flash of time. She was pressing her clit against his finger, wanting this before he decided they should wait to get to know each other better.
Then she was slamming into the mountain peak, the orgasm taking her to the top and over. Floating, the waves of climax crashing through her. She felt wondrous!
When he looked like he was going to pull away, except for kissing her again, she grabbed his hip and pulled him toward her, telling him he was making love to her all the way. None of this pleasuring her and that was it.
“Are you sure?” His canines were still extended.
“Will you bite me if we go all the way?” She did have some sense, she supposed. As much as she wanted to be there for him, she wasn’t ready to be bitten and turned.
“I haven’t made love to a woman since I’ve been bitten,” he said, honestly.
“Then we’ll have to just see what happens, won’t we?”
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
“If you don’t—”
“You’ll bite me.”
She smiled. “You’re a quick learner.”
Then he pressed his cock between her legs, no more asking if she was sure.
Even though she wasn’t really. She could just imagine him being so wrapped up in the sex, he’d go to bite her, she’d scream, out of self-preservation, and the hunters would come running. Then what?
But he began to drive into her like a man possessed, as if he needed to get this over with before he did something they’d both regret. She wanted him to slow down and enjoy it, but she didn’t want him losing control, so she went with it, kissing his mouth with passion, running her hands over his muscular back, and lifting her pelvis to make a greater connection.
This was even better than his finger thrust inside her.
His teeth were still fully extended, and he tilted his head to the side, grazing her neck with his teeth. No, no, no, keep thrusting and finish this, don’t bite!
Then he groaned and spilled his seed inside her. His heartbeat and hers were racing madly, his teeth still extended as he licked her neck. Don’t. Do. It.
He was still thrusting into her until the last, and then he moved off her and pulled her out of bed.
She thought he wanted her to go sleep somewhere else, that he was too close to losing control. But then he hauled her off to the master bathroom and turned on the water in the shower.
Hmm, she was ready for this.
“I’m surprised your father wanted me to continue courting you,” Zachary said, as he snuggled with Pasha in bed after they’d showered. He couldn’t believe she had allowed him to continue to make love to her, even after his darn fangs had extended. He hadn’t wanted to show them to her, wanting to control them in the worst way, but concentrating on pleasuring her had made it happen.
“I think it had to do with me coming to the realization that all of you were worth loving—my sister, and brother, and you.”
Zachary smiled.
“I don’t mean as in mating you.”
So she wasn’t exactly there yet. But at least, she hadn’t run off screaming and she’d wanted to make love the rest of the way. In the worst way, he’d wanted to bite her. It all had to do with the vampire equation. It was like part of the whole sexual package. He was so attuned to her, listening to her heart beating, her blood pulsing through her veins, the urge so great to bite her overwhelming.
He’d had to hurry at the end, afraid he couldn’t hold off and not bite her. He hoped she wasn’t afraid to do this again. And he damn sure hoped he could control the urge to bite her if she wanted him to make love to her again.
She sighed. “This is nice.” She kissed his chest and he kissed the top of her head.
“Yeah, it is.” More than nice. It just made him all the surer that she should be his mate.
If only she would feel the same way about him.
Crichton didn't know what to think when Dennison didn't return to tell him what had happened at the vampire bash, or at least telepathically contact him with some word. He didn't believe it was a good thing for him. He called on Alex, one of Rutherford's newly turned vampires, not wanting to get hold of an ancient who might think he could take over if Crichton was losing his grip on the situation.
The vampire took about twenty minutes to reach Crichton's condo and Crichton let him in. "I want you to check out Cameron's house, the one that had the bash tonight."
"I was supposed to be searching for the hunter who is killing our kind."
Crichton gave him an evil glower that would make the most lionhearted of men cringe, but Alex didn't seem bothered by it at all. Which meant Rutherford's turning him was the problem. "I'm telling you to go to Cameron's house. When you get there, tell me what you see. Telepathically. Don't return here. Dennison's missing and I want to know where he's gone to."
"I will find out." Alex inclined his head and vanished.
Crichton knew he had to check into the situation himself if he wanted something done right. He couldn't believe only one hunter had taken out more of the men. He had no patience for this situation either.
He tried contacting the ancient who went with some hosts to the hotel, but he didn’t get a response from him either. Then he tried calling on the ones that were at another bash, and he couldn't get an answer from any of them.
Hell, he shouldn’t have sent Dennison. He should have sent someone else who was more…disposable.
Since Crichton couldn't get hold of some of the vampires to learn what had happened at the hotel, he assumed that the hunter, or more, were staying there. He couldn't even call for fast food delivery so he could turn a deliveryman because it was too late at night and everything was closed. He had to turn some humans to serve as his own minions. Fine. He'd go out on his own and see what was going on.
First, he went to the hotel. Things were quiet there. No one was in the lobby. Only a night manager was at the front desk. "Do you have hunters staying at the hotel?" he telepathically asked the clerk.
"No, sir. Not that I know of."
Of course, the night manager might not have recognized a man, or woman, staying here that was a hunter. They looked just like humans, just like the vampires did, unless they extended their canines. "Did you see a man and five others looking for hunters?"
"No, sir."
So the vampire and the hosts never made it here. Crichton wanted to know who the hosts were by name so he could question them, but he didn't have that information. The vampires would have reported back to him, at least he thought so, unless they were plotting his overthrow. "Do you know what I am?"