My steps wobbled a little thanks to the three-inch heels I
wasn’t used to. The second I came within touching distance, Micah stroked his
knuckle down the side of my neck, between my breasts. I trembled. He opened his
palm and spread his hand out over the material of the dress to cup my side and
pull me to him. Heat infused me, thawing out the cold pit of dread I couldn’t
seem to shake.
Desire swirled between us and now that I knew what to look
for, I could tell he was projecting—like Castro had the first time I’d met him.
Micah’s need was dark and demanding, a consuming desire filling me with sexual
tension.
“You look beautiful.” The hunger in his gaze was more
prominent than the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my stomach.
Anger surged and made his want primitive and violent. I shivered
under the storm of his emotions. His voice went hard. “But I hate that you’re
wearing this dress for him. That he manipulated you into leaving me to be with
him.”
Intoxicated by my mate, I smoothed my hands up his chest
until I cupped his shoulders. I wished I never had to let go, that we could
stay like this forever.
“I hate it too.” I rubbed back and forth against his cock. “Do
you realize we’ve never been out on a date?”
A fraction of the tension radiating from him eased. Micah
gave me a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He tugged on one of my
curls. “You mean long walks through the cemetery at night don’t count? I
thought burying bodies together was quality bonding.”
I moved closer to his heat and drew my lips along the pulsing
vein in his neck. His blood surged in a rapid beat that had my fangs pulsing. I
nipped his skin and reveled in the way he flexed his fingers against my side.
“Although my idea of a good time does include knives, blood
and mayhem, you know what I mean. When this is over, Julian’s party, the trial,
can we go out?”
He stroked his hand down my hip, over to the curve of my
ass. He scrunched the material in his fist and pulled, inching the silk up my
legs. “We can do that. How much time do we have before you need to leave?”
Taking his hint, I cupped his cock through his jeans and
licked the spot just under his ear. Under my palm, his erection surged. His
skin smelled like our soap, and under that something that was Micah. Leather.
Male. Mine.
I popped the button on his pants and trailed my tongue over
the curve of his jaw. “Does it matter? Julian can wait.”
Micah growled and spun me to the dresser, lifting to set me
on top. He slapped a palm against the wall above my head, caging me in. Escape,
although I didn’t want it, would have been near impossible.
“Don’t even say his name. One day, I’m going to rip out his
spinal cord.” The coarse golden hair dusting his jaw rasped against my cheek as
he took my mouth in a kiss that sent us both spiraling.
The aggression lurking inside him coalesced. Demanding.
Rough. He moved his hands over my body, exploring me as if we’d not already
memorized every inch of each other earlier that day at the Vault. Mindless to
anything except the male body in front of me, I was lost to all reason.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him against
me. I stroked my tongue against his, addicted to the taste of him. When I
tilted my head to the side, our teeth clanked. Our embrace deepened as he dug
his hands into the soft flesh at my hips and slid me close. He ground his body
against mine and devoured me.
The demon lurking under the surface made me yearn for it to
claim me. Never breaking the kiss, Micah moved the material covering my breast
aside and cupped the tender weight. A sharp spike of need ran straight to my
core. His hands were calloused, the perfect texture moving across my sensitive
nipple. The sudden need pulsing through me was going to tear me in half.
When he released my mouth, I gasped for breath. The
sensations he caused had me clutching the corded muscles at his back. Feather-light,
such a contrast to the frenzied need to mate surging between us, his lips moved
across my cheek to my neck.
“I want your hair down.”
He tugged at a few things and within seconds, my painstakingly
created up-do fell apart. He ran his hand through my curls. The gentle touch
turned forceful. Forming a fist, he tugged, eliciting another needy moan when
my head snapped to the side allowing the access he desired.
He nipped the scar on the side of my throat, the imprint of
his teeth. I trembled from head to toe.
“Julian may get you tonight, but it’s me who you’ll smell
like. My come inside your body. My marks on your flesh. I’ll make sure you
remember the feel of my cock with every single step you take.”
I nibbled the flesh at Ella’s throat, sucking her skin as
she mewled against me like a soft little sex kitten. Seeing her in that
pathetic excuse for a dress filled me with both hunger and a fierce need to
stab Julian through the eye. Fucker. One day he’d learn Ella wasn’t his girl
anymore.
She was mine and I was seconds away from proving it.
I spread her thighs and rubbed her pussy against me. The
thin material of her panties didn’t hide how wet she was. Ella moaned and rocked
her hips.
The little sounds she made went straight to my cock. I
wanted her naked and panting. I wanted her tied to the bed and flushed with
desire. I wanted to fuck her until she was too sated to move—to leave me.
I traced the slight indent of my bite Ella would forever
wear on her throat. She trembled and arched, begging for more. My words were a
rough whisper, the first hint I was losing control. “I’m going to fuck you so
hard, you’ll still feel me inside you hours later.”
I pulled her off the dresser and carried her to the bed,
throwing her onto the mattress. Her tits bounced and I licked my lips, deciding
where to start first. I had half an hour at best before the undead fuck would
come to collect my queen.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She met my gaze, hers full of hunger and want—mine full of
possession. Ella drew her lower lip between her teeth. As she parted her legs,
I trailed my finger from her heel up to her ankle and then to her knee. Under
my touch, her muscles quivered.
“I’ll come back to you, I promise.” Her words were a fierce
declaration that did jack shit to soothe me.
I palmed her thigh and squeezed the lithe muscle, honed from
years of vigorous training.
“You’re mine,” I demanded.
She sat and scraped her nails against my neck in a way that made
me arch against her. Her defiant gaze met mine. I tugged her panties to the
side and grazed my knuckles along the lips of her pussy, teasing the leaking
slit.
“Say it.”
Ella rocked her hips and kept our gazes locked together. “I’m
yours, Micah. Only yours.” Her voice lowered as she grabbed my hand, the one
branded by my demon, and placed it over her heart. “Heart and soul.”
Fuck.
I crushed her to me and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing
her as if it would be our last time together, wanting—needing—to memorize her
taste all over again. I cupped her pussy and she shivered despite the raging
fire we created. A tremor of arousal coursed through my cock, jagged, like a
bolt of lightning.
“Mine.”
She tilted her head, deepening our kiss. The urgency between
us grew with each swipe of our tangling tongues. When I pushed, she pulled, and
vice versa until nothing remained—no thought, just sensation. I pressed two
fingers inside her wet heat, twisting my knuckles in and out in a fast rhythm.
Her inner muscles clenched around the invasion. Her desperate pleas for more
came out as whimpers.
Stretching her wider, I added a third finger and pushed them
inside. My momentum increased as I tore my mouth away from hers. The demon
surfaced, filling me with savagery. Unafraid, Ella held my gaze and let me see
the pleasure coursing through her.
Her acceptance was all I needed. Harder, faster, deeper, the
world disappeared until only my mate remained. Her pussy was wet and hot, a
tight, snug heat that beckoned me.
“Micah,” she gasped, the word slipping from her lips as her
body tightened and flexed around my fingers.
Her breath stuttered and a red flush crawled from her chest
to her neck. Little drops of sweat glistened on her skin and I vowed to lick
each one away. She writhed on the bed, her hips lifting each time I flicked her
G-spot. God, she was gorgeous.
“That’s it, Ella. You’re so fucking hot when you come for
me.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She cupped her breasts, squeezing the
mounds together to create a crevasse I wanted to push my dick through.
She tensed. Her orgasm started deep inside and her muscles
tightened. Ella threw her head back and screamed my name loud enough for the
entire house to hear. Good.
Before she could catch her breath, I withdrew my fingers and
flipped her onto her stomach. I pushed her dress up over her hips to expose her
upturned ass. Hunger filled me. The knowledge that I was the only man who’d
ever felt the tight ring of muscles pulsing around my cock as I pushed into her
ass filled me with savage pleasure. Even though it had been two months since
the first and only time I’d taken her like that, I couldn’t forget how fucking
good it had felt, how primal it was to claim her. Tonight, I’d do it again and
Julian would know that I possessed what he hadn’t had the balls to keep. I
grabbed her panties and pulled until fabric ripped.
Her pussy was swollen and glistening. I reached for the hem
of my shirt and pulled it over my head, wanting to feel her, skin on skin.
Ella went to move and I palmed the back of her neck,
pressing her down until she submitted.
“Don’t move.”
I undid the button on my jeans and pulled the tab of my
zipper, releasing my cock. My dick was heavy and thick, cum already leaking
from the slit. I leaned forward, making sure to rub my erection against her ass
so she could feel how much I wanted her.
“Do you know how delicious you smell?”
“Please, Micah.” She arched against me and I moved back a
little to admire her splayed out in front of me, at my mercy.
Slowly, tenderly, I caressed the swell of her ass. Her skin
was as soft as silk. I moved lower to trace the swollen lips of her sex. My
grazing touch was such a contrast to what I wanted. Everything inside me was
screaming to fuck her, to take her hard and deep. To claim her as no one else
had.
On her hands and knees, ass pointed high in the air, pussy
wet and swollen, she look like an animal in heat begging to be rutted. I
wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked from base to tip. I pretended it
was her hand, imagined the soft walls of her pussy gripping me. Up and down, I
pleasured myself, wanting to prolong this moment.
I bit my lower lip to keep silent, to keep from spilling my
seed on her ass. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I pressed forward and drew
the tip of my cock against her folds.
“Micah.” Ella tried to push back and impale herself on my
shaft, but I held her still.
One slow, torturous inch at a time, I pushed my cock inside
her pussy. Her heat gripped me. She was soft and wet. So fucking tight.
Pleasure engulfed me. Being inside her was ecstasy.
I withdrew my throbbing dick completely, leaving her empty
and waiting.
I squeezed her ass hard enough to redden the flesh with the
imprint of my fingers and entered her again, as slow as the first time,
tormenting us both. Ella growled, tried to turn her head, but I held her down
with a firmer grip, ensuring my prey wasn’t going anywhere until I told her she
could.
I leaned forward and sucked her earlobe between my teeth. “You
want something, babe?”
“You are such an asshole.” Her words were fierce and
affectionate. “Damn it, Micah. I need you.”
“Not yet.” I held on to her hip and thrust into her pussy,
creating a slow, smooth, assault that took every ounce of my willpower to
maintain. It was as if I had all the time in the world. With each careful
thrust, I memorized the curves of her body and set out to prove she was mine.
Julian—the manipulative prick—would know exactly to whom she
belonged.
Ella let out a throaty little whimper. It was such a soft,
vulnerable sound. The bed’s springs groaned under my slow movements, adding to
my desire. It wasn’t enough just to feel Ella melting around me. The noises we
made, the smell of her arousal, all combined to fill me with raw desire.
With each carefully controlled stroke, I brought her closer
to the edge. I sped up, the demands of my body taking over. Patience was for
pussies. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh at her hips and plunged.
Fuck, yes.
I guided her body against mine with each thrust, creating a
symphony of slapping skin and moans. The bed creaked louder. Ella clawed at the
sheets and bowed her back, her restless need to come twining through me.
She gasped. “I need…”
I knew exactly what she needed and decided to give it to
her. I slid my hand over her stomach, down, down, down, through the thatch of
dark curls between her legs and pinched the hard nub of her clit. With each
thrust, I massaged until her body tightened and she came alive beneath me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her inner muscles spasmed, milking me, demanding I come with her.
“Yes!” she screamed.
My control snapped and a vibrating noise rolled from the
back of my throat.
I grabbed the long strands of hair spilling down her back
and twisted them around my hand. I pulled her head back, stringing her tight.
“Now you’re ready.”
I took her hard and fast, a frantic claiming that opened the
bond between us. I filled her with my possession, my need, directing everything
that I was inside her so she’d understand how much I loved her. How much I
needed her. Why she needed to come back to me tonight.
Quicker still, my hips slapped against her ass and the sound
of wet flesh coming together had my balls tightening. I drew Ella up off her
knees until her back was to my chest.
“Dress. Off. Now.”
Without hesitation, Ella drew it over her head and threw the
expensive gown to the floor as if it were trash. Good. Maybe she’d let me burn
it. I cupped her throat with one hand, holding her to me. With my other hand, I
cupped her breast. Beneath my palm, her heart raced.
A long, low groan left me when I pushed inside her at the
new angle, slow at first, then faster. Within minutes, I was drilling into her
with the intensity of a man possessed. She owned me. Body. Mind. Soul.
Ella gripped my forearm, nails digging into skin as she held
on. “Fuck. Harder. Harder. God, yes! Micah.”
Both the stinging pain of her nails and her words spurred me
on. I cupped her cheek and turned her head, finding her lips with mine. Our
tongues danced, matching the furious rhythm our bodies created. Her fangs
lengthened, slicing my tongue. I welcomed the sting. Ella moaned, suckling the
wound.
Each time I pounded into her, I saw stars. Our bodies
slapped together. I thrust harder and harder.
“I’ve never felt anything as good as this.” I pulled from
her mouth so I could lick her throat. Her skin was salty and delicious.
Ella was too far gone to do much more than whimper. I
clamped my teeth around the flesh where her shoulder met her neck but I didn’t
bite down hard enough to mark her. Not yet.
I caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching
the nub. Ella cried out as her pussy contracted. My thrusts went wild and her
screams of pleasure grew louder.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I growled and gave into desire.
The second Ella went over the edge, I followed her into the
abyss. I came deep inside, the rush of hot liquid making her slicker. Instead
of slaking my hunger, I only wanted more. Needed more.
I pulled from her core and turned her around to face me. I
cupped her cheek, found her lips with mine and guided her back against the bed.
My cock throbbed even though I’d just come.
“I’m not done with you.”
I stroked a hand between her breasts and down her stomach as
I pulled back to admire her. Damn. She still wore her heels. It was sexy as
fuck. When her legs fell open, it exposed her pussy. My seed leaked from her
slit, trailing lower.
I traced the path with my finger, spreading the wetness over
the puckered star of her anus, and coated the rosette. Ella’s eyes rolled back
and she sucked in a sharp breath I took as a sound of excitement. I pressed a
single finger inside her ass, my digit slick with semen.
“Micah,” Ella moaned.
My name, the way she breathed it and pushed against my hand,
begging for me, told me she wanted this almost as much as I did. I drew my
finger in and out until the tight ring of muscles relaxed. I added a second,
stretching her, preparing her. Ella gripped the sheets. Her back bowed, hips
thrusting up to meet my questing touch.
I withdrew my fingers and reached beside her to open the
drawer by the bed where I knew we’d stashed a bottle of lube. I first coated my
cock and then teased her anus with the gel, massaging her, making sure she was
slick. I braced an arm next to her head and leaned over her.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes as I pushed inside her ass, careful not
to hurt her despite the raging need I had to ravish. Fuck, she was so damn
tight. I pressed my lips to hers and entered her all the way, the lubricant
helping to ease my penetration. Ella whimpered—a sexy sound of both pleasure
and pain. She gripped the back of my head and held me close. Her lower muscles
clenched around the invasion and I gave her a moment to get used to me.
I pulled back slowly and my cock pulsed at the dragging
sensation. Our tongues dueled. Our breaths sped. I thrust, gaining speed and
force when she relaxed against me.
I grabbed her thigh, curling it around my waist, and took
her faster. I broke our kiss and sat back, angled my hips up and watched while
I fucked her ass—a place no other man had been except me. With my other hand, I
rubbed her clit. The immediate way she responded to my touch filled me with
pride.
“So good. Harder,” she gasped.
I complied and pushed into her with renewed vigor. Fuck. I
was going to come again.
“Drink, Ella,” I ordered and offered her my throat, leaning
over her.
She cupped the back of my head and licked my jugular in a
way that had my balls pulsing. Ella teased the points of her fangs against my flesh.
She sucked on her favorite spot, teasing the blood closer as I took her body
from one high to the next. Pleasure spiraled, tightening my muscles and
threatening to overtake me.