I slid down further, grabbing that hand on my cheek and sliding it over so I could swallow his thumb at the same time that my pussy swallowed his dick. Once I was seated all the way down, I released his thumb and leaned over him. “Always you. Your mind, your humor, that suction, and this dick? Yes please.”
Gray chuckled and gently pistoned in and out of me, letting me feel the stretch and adjust to it. But after a couple minutes, he gently pushed on my shoulder. “I want to see you bounce. I want to see you go insane.”
I leaned up and ground down on him. “If you want to see all that, you’re gonna have to make me go insane.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
Gray lifted his hands, but instead of touching me, he just pinched two fingers on his right hand together midair.
Instantly, the air around my left nipple contracted. Sensation buzzed down my spine like a happy little bumblebee.
“God, that feels good.”
Gray just smiled as he pinched with his left hand. But instead of putting suction on my other nipple, he got it right on my pussy lips. Instantly, my entire body stiffened in anticipation as he slowly moved that hand to the side, the sucking sensation sliding from one side to the other, making the nerves down there pulse and jump like they were in a night club. Colors flashed behind my eyelids each time I blinked. Then Gray released the sucking sensation and reversed it. He began to tug gently on both.
The motion drove me wild. I couldn’t help it. I had to move. My hands raked through my hair so that I’d resist leaning down to scratch my initials into his chest because that would ruin his ability to give these perfect, tiny nibbling yanks. Gray spread the fingers of his left hand and the air suddenly pushed back my labia, pushed my clitoral hood, and then the suction started up again, right where I needed it most.
I moaned and started to circle my hips on Gray’s cock, trying to build up the internal sensation even as the external sensation pelted me. I knew now why all the tabloids had called Gray the orgasm king. They hadn’t even been lying. I went faster and faster and his suction kept pace until I was moaning and he was grunting and thrusting up into me each time I circled my hips.
Faster. More.
And there it was. My orgasm rocked through me with so much force, stole so much from the rest of my body that my fingers and toes started to tingle from lack of blood. It all rushed toward my center, where a cyclone of sensation swirled through me.
Gray and I both yelled as we came at the same time—the perfect ending for our ‘first time’ together.
46
We’d asked Matthew to come with us to hideout in a tropical location for a while, but the appeal of a beach vacation when he could only go out at night was completely lost on him. I couldn’t even convince him when the nightly news started showing pictures of Zavier’s face as a top suspect in the Pinnacle break in. We needed to get out of town before the heat got too hot to handle.
“No thanks,” he’d nixed me with two words and one of those sarcastic looks where he’d tilted his head and made a face like he’d just smelled his own gym socks.
“But …” I’d trailed off, not wanting to leave him when I’d just gotten him back. But it wasn’t safe for Z to stay, and my guys were all clamoring for the bikini on a boat promise I’d made them to be fulfilled.
“It’ll be fine, little sis,” Matthew had quirked his brow at me. “You’ll only be gone long enough for things to die down here and get a tan line. I’m eternal now, so we’ve got all the time in the world. Or, I do.” He smirked and dusted off his shoulder until I shoved him.
“Fine. Idiot.” I agreed because I was unsure how to tell him I didn’t like the idea of him staying with Callum. Knowing my stubborn brother and his asshole streak, saying something like that would just make him want to stay even more.
So I said nothing, just packed, making sure I left brochures for night swims on his bed and photos of girls dancing at clubs in the Caribbean on Matthew’s new laptop—a little purchase courtesy of our trust fund.
The day before we left, Callum stopped me in the hall as I was wheeling my brand-new shiny suitcase toward the front door, so that it would be ready for an early morning pick up.
The pale blonde vampire loomed over me and there was a long, quiet, awkward moment before he spoke. “I just wanted to say thank you.” The British vampire watched me solemnly. “If not for you, I’d still be rotting in that prison.”
I shook my head. “You fixed my brother. We’re more than even. But there are things we need to discuss.”
“And by things … you mean him,” Callum very deliberately didn’t say the name that would summon the ghost who haunted us both.
“Yes. Want to tell me why you’re linked?”
“Want to tell me how your brother can transform into a bat?”
Touche.
I narrowed my eyes and tried a different tactic. “Want to tell me why you picked the vampires you chose?”
“Want to tell me what you found at the morgue?”
Dammit. He knew I’d gone to ‘identify’ Claude’s body—barely escaping a confrontation with the poltergeist bastard because everyone had seemed so intent on saying his name. But luckily, Evan had stayed upstairs, with an earpiece in one ear. Malcolm had come downstairs with me. And together, they’d played ghost pong. One of them had said his name and he’d appeared. Immediately, the other had brought him up in conversation upstairs. The furious ghost had been popping in and out of each location so quickly that he hadn’t been able to do any damage. Not a permanent solution, but a fun one.
Callum must have figured out that I’d found the real serum in the dead bastard’s pocket. If I told the vampire that, he might not want the serum to exist. Callum seemed to embrace being a vampire. If the guys and I used the serum as I planned, as a preventative measure to ensure no one became a vampire, then his little ‘coven’ would be the only one.
My ally and I had very different ideas on how the world should look.
I simply gave him a glare and switched the topic back to Claude.
“He-Who-Shall-Not-Be Named will show up if anyone says his name out loud. And I’m sure it’s said at least a hundred times a day with the investigation, his former position, the news. He could show up anywhere. Possess anyone,” I voiced the fear that I hadn’t told the guys. That with Claude still out there, we could be vulnerable.
Callum’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the tick in my jaw. “I’ll keep an eye out while you’re gone.”
“If anything goes wrong,” I took a step closer. “Just call me and I’ll—”
“If anything goes wrong, I’ll take care of it.” His eyes flashed. “I can see how you’re used to being in charge. I can’t even say you’re bad at it, though I want to. But not of me. He leaned closer and let his fangs extend a little. “Never of me.”
I fought the shiver that traced its way down my spine, telling my body that Callum wasn’t really a threat. He wasn’t really interested in hurting me. He just wanted to be in control.
After years locked in an underground lab, the subject of who knew how many experiments, I couldn’t blame him.