Without his touch she was cold, and she was frightened that she’d just lost him. A day ago it wouldn’t have mattered. Now it did. It mattered what he thought, it mattered that he wanted her, because she had never wanted anyone so much in her life.
Maddy stood up and held her hands out to him. He pulled her close and buried his face in her hair.
Chapter 6
He loved the way she folded into him, trusting, even though she’d seen the monster in him. Perfectly sized, and sexy as hell with that wifebeater T stretched tight over her tits. Both fear and desire scented her skin—a heady combination for any vamp.
“Tell me.”
“It’s not such a big deal.” Madelena’s voice was muffled against his chest. “But my blood oxygen levels are low. I need to keep all my red blood cells for myself.”
Gregor almost laughed aloud. Scorn Fate and she’ll bitch-slap you back. She’d given him a mate he couldn’t feed on.
“Is this a permanent condition?”
“All my life.” She lifted her head and gave him a crooked little smile.
Something was wrong. Something wasn’t adding up, but it was hard to think, what with half his brain gone to blood lust, and the other half entranced by the way she was looking at him. So much need in her eyes, honest need. Her fingers traced patterns over his chest, played with his shirt buttons.
“So, should I go?”
Gregor touched her chin and noticed the slight tremor in it. Her eyes flashed, as if she expected him to toss her out.
“Stay.” He answered the next question before she asked it. “I’ll behave.”
Somehow.
She nodded, solemn, accepting, and began to unfasten his shirt. He held still and let her undress him, because he needed the time to muster his self-control. After she dropped his shirt to the floor she knelt down in front of him. His heart stopped and his cock leapt for joy, but she only removed his shoes and socks, her touch sure and steady. Then she stood again, unfastened his belt with a tug and slid his pants and boxers down his hips, deftly freeing his hard cock from the elastic waistband as she did, her touch tantalizing, but all too brief.
He stepped out of his pants and stood naked in front of his rather problematic wife-to-be. No woman had ever studied him as boldly as she did now, her gaze raking him from his feet up, disconcerting him. When her inspection reached his cock, she lingered there, her gaze enthralling him like a touch. His cock ached, strained for her. A single drop of pre-come formed at the tip. He imagined he could come for her if she would just keep looking. At the threshold of his hearing he picked up a little noise from the back of her throat. A choked cry. Pure desire.
In that moment he knew he was enslaved. He may as well be in cuffs and leg irons.
She continued her inspection, sweeping over his chest, ending at his face.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, her dark eyes glittering. “You’re like a gift.” With one hand she reached out and touched his skin just below his navel. His skin jumped at the naked shock of her hand and he forgot how to breathe.
She dropped to her knees and put her hands on his hips. With flat palms she caressed his hip bones, the muscles around his groin, his thighs, his ass. All the while her warm exhale, and nothing more, washed over his erection. He trembled with anticipation, he could not hide it. All he could do was bite his lip so he wouldn’t beg.
With a sigh she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek along his cock, up and down, feeling it with the side of her nose, with her parted lips, soft as velvet. Her tongue snaked out and licked him up the underside of his shaft, from balls to head, once, twice, three times… He staggered forward, almost losing it.
Suddenly fierce, she clamped her hands around his cock and wrapped her mouth around the head, enveloping him in slippery, wet heat. Her saliva poured down his cock and over her hands, so hot and slick. She made a little noise of satisfaction and pulled him deep into her mouth, stroking the rest of him with slippery fingers. Slowly she drew back, lingering at the head to torment him with her circling tongue.
All the blood in his body rushed to his cock. Gregor knew he’d never been so hard in his life. She opened her mouth wide and took him in again. This time he was sure he’d choke her, but her eyes closed peacefully, her throat opened and he slipped in even deeper.
Holy mother. He buried his hands in her thick hair and groaned, desperate to let go and hoping she would never stop. A lunch-box toting, deep-throating librarian from Queens. Of course she was his perfect mate.
She took him by his hips and showed him how far he could thrust. In and out, slow and deep, he fucked her mouth while she applied steady suction and firm tongue.
“Hmmmmmm,” she said, stroking his balls.
“Maddy!” Control slipping, he began to pump faster. It didn’t faze her. The suction went wicked. His eyes rolled toward the back of his head.
She bared her teeth and let them scrape along his shaft. That pushed him over the edge. He grabbed her hair by the handful, his body going rigid—then he exploded. Her mouth and throat muscles pulsed around him, working to swallow what he gave her, forcing him to spend everything he had. His knees gave out and she went down with him, sucking out every last drop. He didn’t think he would live through the sweet agony.
When he came back to himself he heard his own panting and the muffled sounds of the club. Madelena lay between his knees, her curls pouring over one of his thighs. She cradled his wasted cock, licking it to sleep. For a while he just watched, stunned, amazed, and in love.
She could not do that to anyone else ever again. Only him. Whoever she had honed her technique on, he hated.
If only she’d tell him she was trained on a high-tech fellatio simulator—one developed as part of an unusually useful government program—and she’d been saving all her skill for him.
She rolled on her back and looked up at him, her lips so pink and full he wanted to fuck her mouth all over again. Eyes glinting with mischief, she said, “You’ve got one hell of a tasty cock, Faustin. What’s your come made of?”
So much for the simulator theory.
“Come here,” he said, but in fact he went to her and kissed her long and slow. By design or instinct, she’d washed away the blood lust, the urgency. They had hours of pleasure ahead of them. He tasted his own musk on her lips, the salty notes of his come on her tongue. Under his hands she was pliant and warm, as if she was the one who just had the orgasm.
He palmed her breasts, so full and soft. Her nipples stood up under her T-shirt. Making pleased noises, she went limp in his arms and she offered him her neck unconsciously. It was an instinctive gesture of submission, a mating signal that excited him all over again. If there was any doubt left that she was the one, now it was gone. She was born knowing how to be his bride, even if she couldn’t feed him at the moment. The thought of possessing her, claiming her as his own, blood or no blood, stirred his cock to new life.
He lifted her onto the bed and took off her shoes. Sensible, crepe-soled walking shoes. They bounced off the wall. She shimmied out of her pants. Only then did she notice his cock. Finally. He didn’t sport wood like this for everyone. Her eyes went round.
“Jesú Cristo, Faustin. Impressive recovery. You’re really not human, are you?”
He loved the way she looked on his bed, lush and tawny in her white cotton panties and T-shirt, but he suspected he’d like her naked even more.
“No,” she said when he tugged on her shirt. “I want to leave it on.”
“You’re cracked.”
Did she think he’d be satisfied with a theoretical knowledge of her tits?
“I’m cold.”
“Bullshit.” He reached for it again and she tried to flip onto her stomach. In the struggle he ripped the shirt down the center. They both froze. Slowly he looked up at her face. Her expression was hard, ready for a fight. He looked down again. A huge scar ran down her chest from sternum to navel. More than one scar, he realized, overlapping scars, the skin white and pink and purple in places, stretched shiny tight. There were more, too, smaller ones on her hips, and down on her legs. An awful desecration of a beautiful body.