Biting Oz: Biting Love, Book 5 (29 page)

They took me to Walnut and turned west. Not really just my feet—I knew what I was doing, homing in on Glynn for comfort. I just didn’t want to admit it.

I won’t be seeing you anymore.

His going all noble on me only proved he was a male of worth, as in worth getting tangled up over. Worth derailing my future? Maybe not, but he might say yes to New York.

That finally convinced me—just as I got to the townhouses. My feet had kept going while I argued with myself. They knew which side would win.

They’d made one stop along the way, to buy condoms. Glynn had only had the one, and I wanted to come…er, arrive prepared.

Chapter Thirteen

I knocked on the first townhouse door. Mrs. Hinz answered.

The Hinzes were “the new folk”, having moved to Meiers Corners last November. They’d still be the new folk twenty years from now. Ironically, that didn’t stop anyone from considering the Hinzes ours, or for them to consider Meiers Corners home. Strange and distinctly schizophrenic, but that’s the way things were in our small town.

“Hello, Junior,” Mrs. Hinz said. “You’re here for Glynn?”

I wasn’t surprised she knew. Even if Nixie hadn’t blabbed, TV-DBGN (the Dolly Barton Gossip Network) would have told her. Dolly’s network was so efficient, Mrs. Hinz might even know I’d bought the Peppy Peenie brand latex (they came in XXL). “Is he in?”

“Yes. I’m glad you’re here. Perhaps you can ‘cheer’ him up.” She put a strange emphasis on the word.

“I’ll do my best.”

“After the matinee, all four of them dragged in like something left out in the sun too long.” She winked to let me know she was in on the vampire thing. “But while Master Julian and his wife have ways they can ‘cheer’ themselves up and Mishela is too young, Glynn needs a good dose of ‘cheering’ right now.” She winked again, to let me know—aw, heck.

Gossip, okay. Knowing my deepest, darkest secrets, fine. But I draw the line at city-wide mental sex cams. “Um, yeah. Thanks, Mrs. Hinz. If I can just borrow your stairs to the basement?”

“Certainly Junior. This way.” She led me through a cozy living room to the stairs, and I trotted down.

At Glynn’s shut door, I took a deep breath and raised my hand.

The door flew open, to a wild-eyed Glynn.

He was wearing nothing but silken sleep pants. Before I could ogle, he pulled me into his embrace. His naked arms were strong, his muscled torso warm and supple. For a moment I just rested in the haven of his strength.

Then he groaned, “I tried so hard to resist,” and tugged me into his room. When the door swung shut, he kissed me.

Ah, that fresh taste of his, like crisp breezes and clear mountain streams. His skin was warm as a sun-dappled meadow. And pulsing against my belly was the thick branch of his big ol’ redwood. Apparently a checked libido wasn’t the same as a dead one.

This was why I’d come. No one made me feel like Glynn. Made me glow. Made me feel stronger, smarter. Better.

Made me feel loved.

The plain fact was I needed him. For a week or forever, it didn’t matter. I needed him and I needed him now.

I stood on tiptoe to return his kiss. Nipping those luscious lips was like tasting campfires and s’mores, all the best of nature. “More.” I threaded my fingers in his hair and pulled.

He slanted his mouth across mine and one big hand cupped my head, holding me for hard, hot ravishment.

I wanted to ravish him too. I grabbed his ears and launched myself up, wrapping my shorts-bared legs around his lean waist, snugging us skin to skin. My feet found purchase on his muscular behind, my crotch pressed to his washboard belly, my breasts crushed against the hard muscles of his chest.

My mouth landed directly on his.

I tasted and nipped, reveling in summer sky and green grass, biting harder until I bit too hard and he jerked.

I’d forgotten what went with the nature druid—the vampire prince. With a growl, he threw me on the bed. Before I even stopped bouncing, he misted naked, sailed on top of me and started tearing at my jean shorts. I’d released something dangerous—and incredibly hot.

While he ripped open my zipper, I tugged my shirt over my head. Oh, the look on his face when he realized I wasn’t wearing any undies.

There’s a moment of truth when it comes to sex and pants. If the woman wants it, she’ll lift her hips, just enough. Without that subtle aid, it’s harder for the man to remove her last physical barrier to penetration.

It’s the last psychological barrier too. That hip-raise is a vital part of the sexual dance. It’s a nonverbal cue that tells a man how ready the woman is. More important, how the man handles it shouts to a woman whether he’s in tune with her and listening to her needs.

I wasn’t ready for intercourse yet. Oh, I wanted Glynn bad. But there were things I wanted to do before we got to penetration. Kiss him more, bite him, tongue his magnificent torso. Compare the taste of his nipples to the intriguing dent of his navel.

Ah hell, I just wanted to put my face between his pecs and rub.

I looked up to tell him and was shocked.

His eyes were blood red, roving over my naked breasts and belly. When his hot gaze landed on the hint of pubic curls in the V of my open zipper, his eyes actually started glowing.

More than his eyes had gone pure vampire. Fangs split his lips, still lengthening. His breathing was barely controlled. His fingers were tipped by long, sharp claws.

He knelt by my thighs. Putting palms on the sides of my shorts, he tugged, hard. He wanted in now.

The shorts didn’t move. I hadn’t done the assist. Sex would be awesome, but not yet. I half-lay on my elbows and waited to see what he’d do. I had no doubt that if I said stop, he’d stop. But the hip-raise was subtle, and he was aroused enough to miss it and strong enough to yank off the shorts without help. Animal lust rolled off him in waves. I certainly wouldn’t blame him if he went for it.

His fingers curled on my hips. A slight prick through the denim told me just how close to the sexual edge he was. How close he was to, not even pulling my shorts off, but simply ripping them to shreds.

His eyes clamped shut. His nostrils flared white with his effort to control himself. His fingers spasmed a few times, as if they would go on without him to strip me.

But slowly, his fingers loosened. He immediately clenched his hands so they couldn’t return. I only realized he hadn’t retracted his talons when blood slowly dripped from one fist.

I sat up and reached for it. “Glynn—”

He shook his head, that sharp single shake. “Pain…helps me focus.”

“I don’t want you in pain.”

His eyes opened, softened to a violet-blue. “You want time to touch me. This is the only way I can give you that.”

Oh, sweet heavens. He not only knew I wasn’t ready—he knew
why
. And he was doing everything in his power to give me what I wanted.

He was putting my needs before his. Friends did that. And family.

And true love.

My heart was too full. “A cold shower?”

He smiled, but it was pained. “Junior, we…my kind…we feel everything stronger. Longer. Pain and pleasure are both vivid and they feed each other. This agony…ah, it’s almost sweet.” Another deep breath. Eyes closing, then opening, dark blue. “Pain and pleasure in eternal circle. Our poetry calls it the ouroboros of ecstasy.”

The ouroboros was the dragon that swallowed its own tail. “Um…sounds intense. Vampires have poetry?”

His expression eased to a real smile. His fangs retracted and he sat back on his heels. “We do. Mostly about sex, all very dark and deep. But it isn’t, is it? Truly it’s just sex.”

“Well, sure.” I was relieved to see him not looking so pained. “Unless it’s love.”

His eyes darkened to royal purple.

Me and my big mouth.
Even an underwear slip would have been innocent-sounding compared to the “L” word. Although slipping my tongue under Glynn’s wear…yeah, not quite so innocent. But certainly less dangerous.

So I leaned forward to caress the velvet of his skin. Leaned more to press my lips to firm muscle. It was like lipping hot silk.

“Junior. I’m trying to give you a little time. A little space. But…” He gasped when I licked his pectoral. “But I’m still a vampire by nature. A sexual beast.”

He was warning me to back off. But I was doing exactly what I’d wanted to do, exploring his body, and he was holding still for it. I found the puckered nib of his nipple, licked it lightly and enjoyed his shudder.

He cleared his throat. “A beast,” he repeated. “My control won’t last forever.”

“I don’t want it to,” I said and bit his nipple.

He grabbed my head and crushed me to him. I sucked and his nipple tightened even more against my tongue.

He seized my hand and pressed it to his erection, smooth, fat and throbbing. “Ah,
babi
, feel what you’re doing to me.” In my palm, he swelled even bigger.

Which gave me an idea.

“Unpin my hair.”

“What?”

I squeezed his cock until he gave a sharp groan. “Unpin my hair.”

Pins flew. My braid rolled down my back.

I curled my legs under me and swiveled up on my haunches, sitting knee to knee, mirroring Glynn. Naked but for my open jeans shorts. I combed my fingers through my hair until the braid was gone and kinked tresses rippled from my crown to my butt.

His breathing grew more and more ragged as I worked, his cock bobbing eagerly. A glistening drop appeared at the tip.

I parted my hair at the back of my neck and drew crinkly blue-black veils over my breasts. I leaned forward to kiss his chest again.

As I did, my hair feathered along his thighs, trailed over his erection. His cock jumped. Lusty little beast. Or big beast, actually.

I smiled up at him. Planting a stabilizing palm on his chest, I wrapped a tress around a finger of my free hand. Still smiling, I sucked the tail into my mouth.

Glynn watched me with hot focus, an almost glazed aspect to his stare now.

I released the tress to twist it into a rope, then wrapped it around his shaft, snug. He watched as if this were something he’d never seen before. With another smile, I drew the coiled strand up his erection like a silken noose.

He stiffened sharply and his eyes squeezed shut. Pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell. Maybe there was something to that vampire poetry.

I stopped just under the crown, drew the hair a little tighter. He grimaced, but his cock got fatter and his fangs slid out from between his lips. He reached for me.

I released my hair and launched myself back along the mattress by thrusting my legs straight, landing on my butt a few feet back. The coil of hair ratcheted around his cock like a motor starter.

He roared, choked it off. Dropping forward onto his fists, his head fell over my thighs, his shoulders heaving as he panted for control.

I pursed my lips, studying the back of his bowed head. Still all that control.

Fisting his hair, I pressed his face into the opening of my shorts.

He snarled wildly and seized the waistband with enormous talons. I laid back and lifted my hips, the only thing that saved the shorts from being shredded. He wrenched them to my knees, threw my bound legs over my head and opened his mouth on my exposed vulva.

I arched into the bed, my hair spilling all around me. His tongue slid into the seam of my sex, a hot lick that ignited me. I gasped, caught between wanting to clench my thighs tighter and burning to spread them wide.

The shorts banding my knees made it impossible to spread. I moaned, rolled my hips against his lapping tongue, my honey-dewed vulva sliding along his smooth fangs. He released me and yanked the shorts off altogether.

I grabbed his head and pulled him down onto my mound. He came obligingly. His mouth opened, his tongue slapped along my slit and his breath heated my entire pussy. His fangs unsheathed—

They sank into my mons. I went haywire with orgasm, full-body spasms that would have shaken bones loose if not for him holding me firmly. He plunged his fangs deeper and roughed up my clit with his tongue.

Heat rushed through me, bursting every cell. I came hard in a flush of fever, fire dilating veins and pores and my very self, transforming me into a phoenix rising brilliant and glowing from the heart of climax.

I lay in the stupor of its aftermath. Until with a flick of foil, Glynn mounted me.

He’d found the XXLs.

A ripple of belly buried him inside me. I felt every inch, every rigid, thick vein run into me, slick and electrifying. My eyes popped wide and I gave a little shriek as another small climax hit me.

Glynn, rising like a sea monster between my legs, smiled. Smug.

I growled, clenched my inner muscles hard. That wiped the smile off his face. Replaced it with a look of savage possession. In his hot eyes, I saw hard thrusts and bouncing bodies. Silky skin and panting breath. Plunging, over and over.

Glynn dropped fists next to my head, trapping my hair, and rode me so hard I thought I would shatter.