Fireworks for July: A Holiday Bites Vampire Paranormal Holiday Romances (3 page)

I
n the hotel room
, July sat on the edge of the bed, nerves plucking at her belly. Why had she taken Carter back to her hotel room? He stood before her, a drool-inducing sight of pure male, and she wanted to rip off his clothes.

“July, it’s okay,” said Carter. “I’m not going to eat you.”

July’s stomach jumped.

As if he realized July might bolt at any time—from her own damned room—Carter unzipped his pants and took them off. Before July knew it, she was staring at a very large erection jutting in her direction. Her mouth went dry.

Carter grinned at her reaction. “Want to touch me, baby?”

July watched, mesmerized. “Yes.”

He walked forward until he was within her hand’s reach.

And, she realized, within her mouth’s reach, too.

July trembled. She was terrified and nervous and excited. Her hands shook as she grasped his velvety shaft. At first, her touches were tentative. As she got comfortable, she stroked down to cup his balls with one hand. She squeezed lightly.

Carter moaned. “That feels so good.”

Licking her lips, she slowly lowered her mouth onto him. He was way more than a mouthful. But she loved the feel of him against her lips, her tongue. His musky scent intoxicated her.

“That’s very good,” said Carter. “Take all of me. Relax your throat and suck me down deep.”

July closed her eyes and did exactly as Carter said. When the head touched the back of her throat, and he moaned his appreciation, she wanted to cheer. Slowly, she released Carter’s shaft. She licked from base to tip, tasting and sucking and enjoying the velvety hardness. Pleasure stroked her as she stroked Carter. It was amazing how much this act turned her on, as much as it seemed to turn him on.

Sucking his length down her throat again, July savored the feel and the taste. She wondered if Carter would give her the same kind of pleasure. How would it feel to have Carter nestled into her most private place? Oh God. She hummed with desire, and he rewarded her with another moan. July slid his cock in and out of her mouth, lubing it with her tongue as she stroked him with her lips.

“July,” said Carter hoarsely. “I’m trying to... wait.” His hands wrapped around July’s skull. “Stop, doll.”

She reluctantly let him go. She looked up at her lover. Dazed. Hungry. Trembling.

Carter’s eyes were dark and hot. “Take off the necklace.”

Confused, July fumbled with the chain. She undid the clasp, and the gold slithered off her neck. She held it out for him to take.

Carter shook his head. “Place it on the night stand.”

Even though his request confused her, July complied, but her sexual need had been slightly doused by curiosity. “What’s wrong with my necklace?”

“You don’t even know what that is, do you?” He lifted her to her feet, pulling her close. “I want you, July. Desperately.”

Carter devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. Flames of lust flared in her belly making her forget about her curiosity. Then he broke the heated contact and stared into her eyes. The intensity in his expression excited her.

“What now, Carter?” She studied his face, trying to discern his expression.

“We get naked.”

While he took off the rest of his clothes, July wasted no time shimmying out of her dress and taking off her bra and panties. Together, they climbed on top of the hotel’s bed.

“I know you’re a virgin.”

July was a private person. She hadn’t told him about her virginity. She hadn’t told anyone. “Who says?”

“I guessed.”

July hesitated. Was she that obvious? Did her complete lack of experience show? “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he said. “Just the opposite. I just want to make certain you are sure of your choices tonight.”

Even though she was naked in bed with this man, admitting she was a virgin seemed deeply personal. “Are you going to tell me I should wait for someone who really cares about me?”

“Do you want to do that?”

“Not really.” She shook her head. If she waited for true love, she’d have to wait for never. Her aunt had warned her often enough that there was no such thing. But Carter was the first man she’d wanted to share her body with, even if she didn’t believe she could share her heart. The decision was made. “I’ve chosen you.”

C
arter didn’t know
how to respond to such a gift, so he dipped his hand between July’s thighs and stroked her wet, swollen flesh. She wanted him, and she was so responsive. So sensitive. He wanted to give her more.

Carter crawled between her legs, kissing each of her hips and wiggled his tongue along her belly. He gripped her thighs and pressed his mouth against her sweet sex. He flicked his tongue over her clit, tasting the evidence of her desire, and then he pierced her entrance.

She moaned.
That’s my girl,
thought Carter, her pleasure fueling his.

Carter inserted two fingers into her pussy and started licking her clit again. The thrust of his fingers matched the thrusts of his tongue.

Her orgasm was almost immediate, and he drank from her essence, completely absorbed in the smell of her arousal. Her pleasure.

Her blood.

When she collapsed to the bed, sated, he crawled next to her. Was it her innocence that made him feel so tender toward her? She was beautiful, certainly. Her body was perfection. And she was human.

And she belonged to Chance.

Only she didn’t know that, did she?

Fuck Chance. July was
his
innocent,
his
virgin. He would share her with no one. Not even his own maker.

He drew her into her arms and she nestled against him, allowing herself to be comforted. She seemed so starved for affection. He knew well the pangs of loneliness, the desperation for acceptance and love. Yet, there was folly in believing your heart. He’d been betrayed by the woman he thought loved him. But she’d loved another.

And she’d lured Carter right into Chance’s clutches.

He couldn’t risk that July would do the same to him, especially since she had the necklace that had bound him to Chance not only as a vampire, but also as his permanent servant.

W
hen Carter’s
lips claimed hers, desire throbbed a tempo in her veins as July flung her arms around his neck. His intensity was a living thing that clawed at her, at them.

He kissed the underside of her jaw, the curve of her neck, the base of her throat. The onslaught of his lips continued to her naked breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple and suckled the taut peak. She clutched his shoulders as heat wound through her.

Carter had been right about her virginity, though she still didn’t know how. She’d never been with a man. But she’d made her choice. Or maybe he’d made his, and she was simply caught in the rip tide of his lust.

He suckled her other nipple, his hand delving between her thighs. His finger found her sensitive clit, and she moaned when he tested the wetness of her pussy.

His mouth and hands paid homage to her body. She tried to touch him, too, but found it impossible to match his ravenous movements. He was everywhere, sucking her nipples, kissing her ribs, stomach, and thighs. As he dipped his head between her legs again, his tongue stroked her slick heat, flicking her clit.

Pleasure wound through her. Her orgasm spiked -- and shattered. She screamed as she arched, her hips lifting to press against his mouth. He soothed her throbbing flesh with his tongue, and she settled against the bed, her heart thundering.

Carter rose above her and nestled the tip of his cock at her entrance. Her stomach squeezed. Fear rippled along her spine. It was too late to back out, too late to say no. Not that she wanted to do either.

“You were right,” she confessed. “I’m a virgin.”

Carter’s dark gaze held her, and she tensed, as he pushed inside, tearing through her hymen and filling her tight channel with his hard length. Streaks of pain made her cry out.

Tears pooled in her eyes. His mouth tended to her breasts, making her nipples tingle, her body ache. Amazingly, she relaxed and stretched to accommodate his large size. As if cued, he started to move, slowly, only increasing his pace when she rolled her hips to match his movements. The obvious pleasure he received turned her on, too.

Carter raised her arms above her head, loosely locking her wrists with one of his hands. “You are so tight.” His eyes squeezed shut and his face tightened. “I’m coming!”

He thrust so hard, she felt as though he touched the entrance to her womb. He’d certainly burst through the walls she’d built around her heart.

When he collapsed on top of her, his body shuddering from release, July breathed a sigh of triumph.

Her virginity had officially been taken.

Whether it was his sense of humor, incredible body, or the incredible orgasms he’d just given her, July was determined to have more of Carter Mattison. Much, much more.

T
o Carter’s surprise
, July pushed on his chest and rolled him to his back.
What was this?
Her aggression was tender and tentative. She straddled him, kissing his chest, laving at his flat brown nipples. Her soft hands fluttered over his ribs and danced along his stomach.

He shuddered under her gentle assault. Was this her forgiveness for his crude lust? Or was it revenge? It felt like a little of both. But he could take the punishment.

She rose above him and rubbed her swollen pussy along the ridge of his hard erection.

“Do you like that?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

“Hmmm.” He squeezed her outer thighs. An encouraging gesture. “Yes.”

Leaning forward, July offered her breasts. The coral nipples begged to be pinched, tormented. Her brazen gesture made him smile. Even through her nervousness, she wanted to please him, and in turn, he wanted to please her. He cupped those lovely orbs and squeezed, playing with the turgid peaks until she moaned.

“Help me,” she said. “I don’t know what to do.”

He knew what she was saying. She understood how the parts worked. She just needed the courage to take the action.

He held his shaft straight for her. “Lift up for a moment, doll.”

She rose up on her knees until she hovered above him. He rubbed the tip against her slick entrance then slowly pushed down and took every inch of him.

Her gaze flew to his, and he saw excitement, and desire, and doubt. He thrust up hard, allowing her glorious heat to surround him.

“Oh, wow.” She breathed the words. “That felt good, even though I’m a little sore.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” And he was. He hadn’t wanted to cause her pain, but it didn’t slow him down. He penetrated her tight, succulent flesh, and stilled, using all his will power to wait for her to take the lead.

“What now?” she asked, as if sensing his frustrated desire.

“You have to move, darling.”

“I-I... Okay.” She rocked her hips with a shy uncertainty—her pace shaky until she found an awkward rhythm.

Carter held onto her hips and helped her transition to a smoother motion. Her eyes glazed with passion; he knew she was racing toward another orgasm.