She wasn’t a fan of reptiles, but occasionally had a taste for them. She preferred mammals over birds but when given a choice, but didn’t mind the taste of birds.
Big cats and grizzlies are always good, and this cat had her hunger rising, but there were things Fabio needed to know before they did this.
She let go of his hips, stood, and met his gaze.
“If I bite you during sex, there’s a good chance you’ll need to change to heal. I have excellent control when everyone is still, but I haven’t gotten the hang of it during the height of pleasure.”
“Good to know. Practice makes perfect, but today’s probably not the day for that since I’ll be taking you to Drake when we finish. If sex is on the menu, I’d prefer to lead with that and have you feed from me with a bonus orgasm after.”
Kelsey hadn’t decided for sure about whether to have sex with the leopard shifter on this first night. She’d figured he’d assume it was going to happen, and that was a turn-off, and yet, she still might have. She’d found that having sex with most men nearly always gave her more power over them than stringing them along. Even as a submissive, it gave her power.
As a human, she hadn’t thought in terms of power, but as a vampire, she’d quickly learned how the world of the supernaturals worked. She was on the bottom of the pile in everything — magical powers, financial power, and friends in high places. She hoped she’d gain two friends in very high places by working for Drake Security, since she’d be working for The Dragon King and the Amakhosi.
But Fabio wasn’t treating sex as a given. He was being clear it was up to her, and he was here to feed her — sex or not.
“Your wish is my command, kitty cat. How do you want me?”
The blue of his eyes was like lasers, focusing on her even more, zeroing in, and she suddenly felt like prey. “Every way, Cupcake.”
Cupcake? What the fuck?
But then there were no more thoughts because she was on her back, the kitty on top of her, and the heat of his mouth taking hers. Lips. Tongue. Teeth.
She had enough restraint to keep her fangs from dropping, but his teeth on her lower lip nearly evaporated her control. He moved away from her mouth, kissed his way down her jaw, nibbled her earlobe, and then set his teeth around the tendon at the side her neck while he licked.
“Fuck!”
He bit a tiny bit harder, then harder again, and then let up and licked everywhere he’d bit. She knew there were teeth indentions because she could feel his tongue lapping over them.
“Soon. Not yet.”
“It was an exclamation,” she told him, “not an order.”
“There’s that Aussie accent. So fucking sexy. Too bad you’ll have to completely lose it.”
He licked all around her nipple and then bit there, too — but not with his front teeth. With his back teeth.
“The kitty likes to bite?” It came out breathier than she intended, but she couldn’t help it.
He clamped down a little harder, and her clit pulsed furiously between her legs. Her heart raced in her chest, and she didn’t bother to try to control it.
Finally, he let go and licked again, then sucked, and her groan filled the room because he may as well have been sucking on her clit, the way it reacted.
“The vampire likes to be bitten with human teeth.”
She’d liked it as a human, too.
He released her nipple and licked it to soothe it. “There’ll be consequences for not sounding American, even in bed, Cupcake. Not for that slip, since you didn’t know, but we had a household meeting without you today, and we’ll have one with you tonight, before we take you to Drake HQ.” He moved up, so his face was over hers, looking down. “Now you know. I’ll start keeping count from this point forward. You don’t need to know what the consequences are, only that you don’t want the count to grow.”
He put his cock at her entrance, and she moved her legs a little farther apart to give him room. She hadn’t pegged him as a missionary sort of lover, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t stay that way for long.
He lifted a single brow, and she stared at it. She could never manage it, and she thought it unbelievably sexy.
“No complaints about preparing you?”
“I’ll be fine, kitty cat. A little pain spices things up nicely.”
She felt his dick pulse, and she couldn’t help her smirk. “Don’t hold back. My safeword’s red if it comes to it, but I doubt it will.”
He sat back on his knees and pushed the backs of her legs up until her feet were in the air.
“Let’s alter that a little. Yellow means I need to back off on the pain but you don’t want me to stop. Red is full stop, get off the damned bed and don’t fucking touch me again.”
She met his gaze. “I haven’t had the luxury of a safeword for some time. I negotiated it before coming here. I doubt I’ll use either if it’s just sex, but I’m happy they’re available.”
Her safeword was only available during sex though. Not for punishment, unfortunately.
And then his fat cock was back at her entrance, the head pressing in. The heat of his body over and around and so close to being inside her made her want to lick and bite and suck, but it wasn’t time yet. Not to mention, he smelled so fucking good, she had to focus on keeping her fangs from dropping down.
In another hundred years, or possibly a hundred and fifty, she’d be strong enough to flip him over and hold him down while she fed. She could handle humans like that now, but not the strongest shapeshifters — and especially not the ones trained in martial arts, as she was certain her new kitty cat was. She closed her eyes and prepared for him to spread her open, prepared to have to hold off a while to feed.
“No, Kelsey. Open your eyes.”
She did as she was told, and it was like a punch to the heart. He was holding himself still, pressing her knees into the bed near her head, but clearly working to control himself harder than he needed to work to control her.
And those beautiful blue eyes were almost too much.
“You’ll use your safewords if I’m too rough. That’s an order.”
She gave a tiny nod, and her world shattered. The heat of him was suddenly rammed into her, opening her and spreading her. Invading. Conquering. Her cool walls were forced wide, stealing what little breath she’d had to start with. Her eyes opened even more, her mouth formed a huge O, though no sound came out because she couldn’t draw a breath.
And before she could adjust, or breathe, or scream, or even blink, he was moving. Out and then a sharp thrust of his hips and he was back inside her. Buried. He breathed in. Out. His finger traced her cleavage down to her bellybutton, burning a hot line down her skin. He grasped just below the backs of her knees, leaned his upper body’s weight on her legs, and then fucked her like a damned jackhammer. He was more rabbit than cat, in that instant. Her inner walls were pressed in and dragged out despite their slickness, because he was too fucking thick. Too much. He opened her too much.
And it was perfect.
Her heart raced in time with his. Her breathing came in gasps. Her clit throbbed to the beat of her heart. She drowned in his wild heat. His unbridled thrusts.
And the ache inside her grew, and grew, and grew until it threatened to consume her. She needed to come. She needed to feed. She needed her teeth inside him, his blood inside her while his fucking cock was.