Her blush darkened, her lips parting on soundless words.
“Your submission is beautiful,” I whispered, pulling her forward once more to press her slick heat against my aching groin. Just enough to taunt her with a hint of the pleasure to come. “And now, I’m about to make you burn so much hotter.”
Willow’s pupils dilated. However, I caught the challenge in her gaze. She wanted me to prove it. Or perhaps that was her way of attempting disobedience—a promise not to react.
Poor sweet pet had no idea what I could do to her. But she was about to find out.
I pressed my lips to her ear again and lowered my voice. “You’re going to soak my trousers all the way through, and I’ll wear your scent for the rest of the night. Everyone will know I played with you before arriving. They’ll crave a taste, but I’ll forbid them. Because you’re my pet, and I’m not fond of sharing.”
This new society might try to require it, but I refused to comply.
Because fuck Lilith’s rules.
Willow’s thighs tightened around mine, her arousal increasing from my words alone.
I smiled against her neck, pleased with her reaction.
“Mmm, we haven’t even properly started yet,” I murmured, running my nose along her sensitive skin to her pulse once more. I inhaled deeply, her attraction a heady scent in the air, coupled with the seductive taunt of her blood. My tongue traced her thrumming pulse, causing my dick to throb in my pants.
Fuck, it’d been a long time since I indulged in a woman, and having this one under my roof for two weeks hadn’t helped matters.
I pressed my palm into her lower back, forcing her hips to grind against mine, the friction an addictive tease I wanted more of. “Ride me,” I whispered. “Chase your pleasure, Willow.”
She clutched my shoulders, the dress falling to pool between us and stealing my view. But I didn’t care. I wanted her to lose herself, to drive herself into an oblivion by using me for her pleasure.
I sucked and nipped her throat, her neck, her collarbone, then returned to the place I needed to bite. There was no sense in drawing it out. I could feel her readiness through my trousers, and I could hear her soft intake of breath that told me she was losing herself to the moment.
She just needed a push, and I provided that with my mouth.
My incisors bit into her flesh, straight to her vein, causing her to scream in surprise. But the second her euphoric receptors kicked in, she began to moan.
It was all give-and-take between us—her blood in exchange for pure rapture.
She came apart on my lap, her body unaccustomed to my vampiric kiss. Something incoherent left her mouth, the sound one of surprise, which told me she’d never experienced an orgasm of this nature before.
I merely smiled in response, but her essence on my tongue kept me focused on the task of devouring her.
Willow’s flavor was wickedly unique.
Potent.
Almost supernatural in nature.
However, I sensed her humanity, too. Taking too much would weaken her, and as an older vampire, I didn’t need much to survive.
But fuck, she really did taste amazing. And if I wasn’t mistaken, a hint of lycan lurked in her veins.
How riveting.
I licked at her wound, forcing my teeth to subside. Then I kissed a path down to her breasts, desiring to mark her there for everyone to see. She gasped as I tugged the neckline of her dress down to sink my fangs into her tit, just above her erect nipple.
Willow immediately convulsed again, a second orgasm ripping through her and soaking my pants in kind.
Oh, how I ached to free my cock and sink into all that delicious heat. She was so ready for me. Maybe tight, too.
Damn, I couldn’t wait to take her. She was mine. My pet. My gift. I’d fuck every hole, fill her with my essence to the point where she’d drown in it. Only to revive her and do it all over again.
She’d beg me to do it.
Plead with me to take her over the edge into an oblivion unlike any she’d ever experienced.
Then she’d cry for more.
My strong warrior Willow. I meant what I said. I enjoyed blood. I enjoyed pain. If she didn’t stop me, I’d likely destroy us both. But at least we’d die satisfied.
She whimpered above me, her nails digging into my dress shirt.
I released her breast to meet her gaze, noting the haze of desire clouding her features. She was on the precipice of another orgasm, her body moving against mine in short bursts. Yet she groaned as if it weren’t enough, her cheeks reddening with exertion.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Show me how you like to be stroked.”
She quivered, her head dipping back as her eyes closed. Her blush spread down her neck to her cleavage and disappeared into the black translucent material covering her breasts. I gripped the straps holding up the fabric and pushed them off her shoulders to reveal her gorgeous little nipples.
“Willow,” I murmured. “Pet your pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come again.” I shifted her on my lap, pulling her away from my groin and the friction she’d been using.
A small sound of protest parted her lips, then her hand fell between her legs to do exactly as I demanded. Leaving one hand on her hip, I used the other to lift her dress and watch her work.
Her tentative strokes told me this was new for her, that she hadn’t been properly instructed on how to pleasure herself. Yet she quickly figured it out, her body trembling violently every time she brushed her clit.
Then she pressed her thumb to the little button and began to circle it, the movement hypnotic and sexy as hell. I wanted to flip her onto her back and replace her touch with my mouth.
But that wasn’t the point of this exercise. I wanted to observe, and observe I did.
“Keep going,” I encouraged her. “I want you soaked and sated, Willow. And I want you to scream my name when you come this time. As loud as you fucking can.”
She resembled utter perfection in this state, her mind quieting as the needs of her body took over.
“This is what being with a vampire feels like,” I told her as I palmed one of her breasts. My other hand remained on her hip to provide stability, ready to catch her if this next orgasm threw her into a state of unconsciousness. “You need to remember this when we’re together, Willow. Remember how you feel right now, and know that this was only a brief introduction to what I can do to you.”
I tweaked her nipple, hard enough to burn, then soothed it with my tongue. She groaned in response, her fingers moving faster now, her pace a chaotic mixture of passion and lust.
“I can fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
My words elicited a deep moan from her, followed by a tear down her cheek. She was overstimulated, her body breaking beneath the onslaught of too much ecstasy. But she could take it.
“You’re almost there, sweetheart,” I said, my lips going to her throat to lap at the wound I left against her neck.
Her resulting groan went straight to my cock. It took serious effort not to rip off my pants and sink balls-deep into her, but this wasn’t so much about me as it was her. I needed her to understand what it would be like between us, to leave her craving more.
Willow’s legs began to shake, her flush a permanent fixture against her skin.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Come for me, Willow. Come hard.” I bit her again, this time on her opposite breast, and growled as her world fell apart.