Blood Betrayal (Deathless Night Series Book 4) Page 23

  His female was a bad ass. Or at least she would be.

  She’d already gotten much better at communicating with the beings that sought to protect her and do her bidding, especially as they were completely ecstatic that she was off the dope and trying to talk to them. They’d given her such a hard time about doing the drugs because they had rendered them useless. That was why they couldn’t protect her when she was really high. It broke their connection with her.

  Ryan was cooing to Mojo. The goofy rodent was lying on his back getting his belly rubbed. She shot him a gorgeous smile and Christian held back his groan as his cock kicked up and his fangs dropped. He’d been trying to take it easy with her while she recovered, but his hunger for her was about to rage out of control.

  Her smile faltered as she processed the look on his face. Her eyes dropped instantly to his groin and he did groan then, his hips rocking up of their own accord just from her looking at him. He didn’t try to hide his lust for her. It would be impossible anyway.

  She bit her bottom lip and her eyes darkened as they travelled from his groin, across his stomach, up his chest and back to his face. “Mojo, honey, I think it’s time for bed.” Scooping up the bristly thing, she put him in his temporary house in the kitchen and came back to where Christian sat waiting for her.

  A steady rain fell outside, enclosing them in their own little world. Ryan switched off all the lights except the lamp and flicked on the stereo. “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails pulsed through the speakers and she smiled a small, secret smile.

  Then she started to move.

  Christian’s heart stopped completely, then suddenly started beating double time as the stunning female in front of him began dancing for him. She’d gained a little weight while here with him, and her curves had filled out perfectly. She was barefoot, wearing jean shorts and a tee shirt, not a ridiculous stripper costume, and she was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen as she lifted her long bright hair and moved her hips like a belly dancer.

  When she took off her shirt, he took off his. And when she bent over in front of him and slid her shorts down her long legs, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and a thong, he had to clamp his hand down over the head of his cock so he didn’t come. He’d never been affected like this just by watching a female dance. But they’d never been Ryan.

  Strutting over to him, she dropped to her knees in front of him and moved his hand so she could undo his jeans. His cock sprang free, jerking eagerly in her hand when she wrapped it around him. He was so jazzed up, her small hand barely covered a portion of him. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue along the large vein that ran up the length of him. When she reached the head, she lapped up the small bead of cum that had escaped.

  Christian’s hips jerked up as she closed her mouth around his head, but he dug his fingers into the arms of the chair and resisted the urge to lift her onto his lap and impale her. “Ah! Gods. She’ashil…”

  His blood pounded in his ears and he ached to sink his fangs into the throbbing pulse in her throat. He resisted as long as he could as he watched her fuck him with her mouth. But as the beat of the song rose stronger and stronger, so did his need to come. “I need to be inside of you.” A predatory growl rumbled in his throat when he scented her body’s response. “Now, Ryan,” he ordered.

  Gripping her under the arms and ignoring her sound of protest, he lifted her up and onto his lap. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, exposing her luscious breasts to his hungry gaze, then ripped her thong in half and threw it on the floor. By the time he had her naked, she was panting and making little sounds that were driving him mad.

  He pushed his pants down to his knees and reached between her legs. She was soaking wet and ready. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she cried out as he slid two fingers inside of her, stretching her and trying to get her ready for him. “You’re so tight,” he gritted out. His cock throbbed and his hips were rocking up and down uncontrollably, he couldn’t help it.

  “Please, Christian,” she begged. “I’m ready. I want you so much.” Pushing his arm away, she wrapped her small hand around him and guided him to her.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he moaned. And then he cried out as she sat down and took him all. Her little body hugged him in a tight grip, all wet heat and soft curves. He’d never felt anything so good in his entire life.

  And then she started to move.

  Christian threw his head back against the chair and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her every time she came down. He tried to slow her down, but she was having none of it, so he opened his eyes to watch her ride him. So not a good idea if he wanted to make this last.

  Her head was thrown back and her back was arched, her soft hair tickling his thighs. Her gorgeous breasts were bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts. He leaned forward and captured one large, dusky nipple in his mouth and sucked. With a cry, she threaded her fingers in his hair and slowed down the rolling of her hips. When he pulled away to give the other side the same attention, she brought his mouth up to her throat instead.

  “Drink,” she said.

  He tried to pull away, worried that it would be too much for her. He didn’t want to weaken her in any way while she was battling her own cravings. “No. I don’t need to yet.”

  Looking him right in the eye, she said, “I want you to drink from me.” Tilting her head away, she brushed her hair away from the throbbing pulse there. “Do it,” she ordered, and rolled her hips again.

  Christian growled as his eyes zeroed in on that pulse. His entire body ached for her blood. With one hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her into him. The erotic scent of her rose around him and he inhaled deeply, then ran his tongue along the artery there much as she had.

  “Yes,” she whispered. Her hips began to move in a steady rhythm. “Take me, Christian.”

  And he was lost.

  A feral sound came from him as he reared back and struck hard, sinking his fangs deep into her throat. Her blood filled his mouth, the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and he began to drink in earnest. Ryan cried out, her body convulsing as she came. Holding her still with one hand behind her neck and the other around her hip, he curled his hips up and down and pounded into her faster and faster until his own orgasm rocked through him so hard he cried out against her throat and pushed up inside of her as far as he could go while his body jerked and spasmed.

  When his vision cleared again, he carefully removed his fangs and licked her wounds closed. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in against him, enjoying the feel of her new curves against his hardness.

  Taking her gently by the arms and setting her away from him, he wanted to make sure one thing was perfectly clear. “You don’t dance for anyone but me, she’ashil.”

  She took his face between her hands and her turquoise eyes stared directly into his. “I only ever danced for you, Christian. Only for you. I just didn’t know it for a while.”

  Leaning in, she kissed him until his cock stirred inside of her.

  “Dance for me again,” he whispered.

  And she did.

  THE SERIES CONTINUES WITH BLOOD SUBMISSION -Coming in the Spring of 2017!

  Note From The Author

  Heroin addiction is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen, and like many people, I’ve had it hit very close to home. The addict in my family is out of rehab and doing well, and for that I am so very grateful. But that addiction will be a constant struggle for them for the rest of their life. And they don’t have access to any vampire blood to magically heal them.

  This book was very hard to write in many ways, but it was something that was clamoring inside of me and I needed to get it out. I hope I did justice to the people who have suffered from this addiction. And I hope it never, ever, comes near any of you.

  Thank you for reading.

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