Jagger (Blood Brothers) (11 page)

“I just don’t understand how you aren’t still angry at how he treated you all those years. You’re a saint because I would probably be in jail for committing murder if I were you.”

“Camryn, trust me, when your father ended things between us the way he did, I was furious and hurt. And of course, homicide did cross my mind more than a few times, but in order for me to be happy now, I had to let go of the pain and bitterness. Besides, karma is doing a better job than anything I could have ever done to him. Listen, I’m not going to pretend that I had the perfect marriage or that your father isn’t without faults but I don’t want you or your brother to cut yourselves off from him unless it’s something you want to do. Not because of how he treated me.”

Her mother probably had the most generous spirit Camryn knew of but it was hard to get past something she’d been holding onto for so long. “I want to let it go to, Mom, I really do but it’s hard to move on when every time I talk to him he just uses that opportunity to trash talk about you.”

“I’m sorry I can’t muster up enough concern to care about what Eugene Williams thinks of me anymore. But at the end of the day, I rarely give him a thought while my name is still in his mouth. If I don’t care, you shouldn’t either. But let’s not talk about him anymore.” Maggie shuffled Gianna to her other breast. “I didn’t really have the chance to speak to you last night, obviously, so I wanted to do some catching up. How was your trip here? When GianMarco called the house, Jagger told him something about your car giving you trouble.”

Camryn groaned as she thought about the junk heap that was her vehicle. “I’ll probably have to put a few hundred dollars into it for repairs again, if I’m lucky. More if I’m not.”

“Sweetheart, we’ve offered to buy you a new one. Who knows where you’ll be when it breaks down next?”

“Mom, you know I can’t let you do that.”

“I know how much you value your independence but you’re still in school and I don’t like the idea of you driving around in that death trap. When I get back home and things have settled down with Gianna, I’m taking you car shopping.”

“I’d rather we didn’t.”

“I insist. Let’s just say I’m doing this for selfish reasons. I want you in a road-worthy vehicle and we can more than afford it. Just accept the gift and say thank you.”

It wasn’t often that her mother took such a firm tone with her so Camryn knew better than to argue. “Thank you.”

Her mother smiled. “You’re welcome. I know that was hard for you. You’ve always wanted to do things for yourself and I’ve admired that about you. By the time you were three, you insisted on picking out your own outfits even though nothing ever matched. And, you liked to make your own lunches for school. I think you even taught yourself how to tie your shoes. It’s okay to be self-reliant but there’s a difference between independence and foolish pride. I had to learn that lesson the hard way.”

Camryn sank back in her chair. She hadn’t been expecting a lecture. “Mom, do we have to get into this now?”

“Yes we do, because when I get back home, I’ll be surrounded by a houseful of family and I won’t have many opportunities to have some alone time with you. My greatest wish as a mother is that my children are happy, but I don’t want you to pattern your life based on my mistakes.”

Camryn laughed nervously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do. Sweetheart, you’re not fooling anyone but yourself. What happened between your father and me is in the past. I moved on and found happiness far beyond anything I ever could have imagined. I’m not saying you need a man in your life to make you happy, because of course you don’t, but you shouldn’t judge all men based on your father.”

“Mom, it’s easier said than done, especially since I watched you suffer every day. I was there when you shed tears over someone who didn’t deserve them. I watched as you were taken for granted and verbally and psychologically abused. I don’t want that.”

“Who says that’ll happen to you?”

“You know I haven’t had the best of luck with relationships. Where is all this sudden interest in my love life coming from anyway? Did someone tell you about Jagger?” Camryn could have bit her own tongue out for saying so much.

Maggie smiled knowingly. “No. But you just did. However, I already suspected there was something going on between you because of the way you left so abruptly when you two first met. And then whenever I talked to you on the phone, you mentioned his name a few times. I thought it was odd.”

“You didn’t press me on it.”

“I figured you’d tell me about it when you were ready. You like him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did anything happen in the house while the two of you were alone?”

Camryn lowered her head, unable to look her mother in the eye.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.” Her mother transferred the now sleeping baby over her shoulder, adjusted her nightgown, and gently rubbed her back. “Is this just a one off thing or is there more to it? Did he express any feelings toward you?”

“He says that he and I were meant to be—that I’m his mate.”

“Oh.” Her mother seemed at a loss for words.

“What? You don’t approve?” Camryn almost wanted her mother to say no, so she could latch onto any excuse that would prevent her from truly examining her feelings.

Maggie sighed. “It’s not that. Can I share something with you?”

“Sure,” Camryn answered hesitantly not sure where this conversation was going.

“You’re a grown woman and you can do what you want and be with who you want and I’ll support you in any decision you make. But there’s something you need to know.”

Camryn released a nervous giggle. “This sounds pretty serious.”

“It is actually. It’s about Jagger. When a vampire finds his mate, he recognizes her right away. It might not register on a conscious level right away but subconsciously, he knows. Where humans may need weeks, months or even years to decide on something like this, they just know.”

“He’s only half-vampire, though.”

“And he’s also half warlock. I don’t know much about them but it’s my understanding that finding a mate for a warlock is not much different from the vampire way. His warlock half doesn’t negate his vampire side. But that aside, the mate thing is a pretty mystical thing amongst immortals, it’s not typical for said mate to not return those feeling be that person immortal or human. It’s kismet.”

“So you’re saying I should automatically have feelings for him just because he or some ancient tradition says I should?”

“No. That’s not it. But I’m beginning to think that maybe you took off that one time because when you saw him you felt something between the two of you as well.”

Camryn shook her head in denial. “No. That’s not true.”

“Camryn, you’re not being honest. I can always tell when you’re not telling the truth, you voice gets all high-pitched.”

“I can’t have feelings for him. It’s just not something I planned.”

“Love is rarely ever planned. It comes at the most unexpected time and when it does, it can be so beautiful.”

Tears stung the backs of her eyes. “Mom, you don’t understand. I can’t be in love.”

“Why not? You could do a lot worse than Jagger. What are you so afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid!” Her raised voice woke Gianna who let out a wail. “Sorry. I’ve got to go.” Camryn stood up with the intention of leaving.

“Sit down,” her mother commanded as she stroked the baby’s back to calm her down.

Camryn balled her fists at her sides in frustration. She wanted to walk out the door but when Maggie used that tone there was no arguing with her. She plopped back into her seat.

Gianna let out a large belch and promptly went back to sleep. Maggie placed the baby in the basinet on the side of the bed before turning her attention back to Camryn. “What are you afraid of Camryn?” Her mother repeated.

A tear slid down her face. She never realized until this moment how crippling the pain she’d carried with her had been “I’m afraid of losing myself completely to a man and allowing him to take over who I am and what I stand for. I don’t like being this way, always looking at every man suspiciously, wondering at his motives. I wish I could be carefree and flirt with men like most of my girlfriends do. Maybe something is wrong with me. When I look back at all my past relationships, I wonder how much of it was me holding my former boyfriends at arm’s length. But, I still can’t help myself.” She planted her face in her palms as the tears fell freely.

Maggie slid to the edge of the bed and got off. She lowered her body to wrap her arms around Camryn. “Baby, it’s okay. I know you’re scared. I was, too, when I met GianMarco. Being with an immortal can sometimes be a difficult thing to come to terms with as a human. But, you’ll be just fine. You’re like me in more ways than you know. You’ll love only once, but when you find that love, it’ll be forever.”

Camryn sniffed. “Are you saying you never loved Daddy?”

“If you would have asked me that over a year ago, I would have said of course I did. But having experienced the real thing, what I felt for your father doesn’t compare. To be frank, I loved your father but I wasn’t in love with him. What I was in love with was the security I believed he provided and, of course, you and Darren. Growing up, I was in more foster homes than I can count so when your father came along, I truly believed he was my knight in shining armor. But looking back, he was very manipulative from the beginning, making me feel I could never have or do better because of my upbringing. I believed that. Now, I’m very grateful toward him.”

“After all he’d done to you?” Camryn asked incredulously.

“Well, if he hadn’t left me, I never would have learned how to stand on my own two feet or gain any confidence and because of that, I found something very important.”

“True love?”

“That, too, but even more important, I found myself. I learned I don’t have to lose a part of who I am again in order to be with the man I love. It can happen for you as well, honey. If you find that special someone who’ll treat you like gold, don’t be afraid to give him your heart, because he’ll nurture and cherish that love, not trample it. Believe me, I have that with GianMarco, and you don’t have to look any further than his brothers to see how much they love their women. The Grimaldi men are strong and powerful, but they love deeply, passionately, and possessively.”

“And do you think Jagger could be that man?”

Her mother kissed the top of her head. “I think you have to make that decision for yourself.”

Camryn sighed. “I know but it’s hard.”

“These things never are easy but I think you’ll make the best decision for you.

Camryn gave her mother a tight hug, glad that they’d had this conversation even though it had gotten off to a bumpy start. She had a lot of food for thought.

“Word of warning: don’t toy with his affections. He is a Grimaldi, after all, and they’re used to getting what they want.”

Chapter Ten

Jagger couldn’t think straight. Every time he held Camryn in his arms without properly fucking her, it brought his symptoms back. Each time was more intense than the last. Jagger was fast losing control over his body; the heat would not go away. The chilling spells no longer worked, masturbation only made things worse, and he felt as if he was losing his mind. The ache had become too intense for him to bear.

Something had to be done. He had tried to be patient, to give her space, but it hadn’t helped. Ever since she’d gotten back from the hospital, she’d been avoiding him much to his dismay. He’d thought he’d made some headway with her but apparently not. Camryn had even left the house for a couple of days to stay with her brother and Bryan, his lover, only returning when Uncle Marco and Aunt Maggie had brought the baby home from the hospital.

It was frustrating not to be able to have some time alone with her since the entire family was in residence. Everyone had gathered in the living room after dinner but Jagger couldn’t concentrate on all the small talk going on around him. His papa and Uncle Romeo were arguing over a chess match, the children were playing some sort of video game, and the women were cooing over the baby while his Uncle Marco played cards with Darren and Bryan. Camryn, however, was nowhere to be found. She’d excused herself, making the excuse of having to work on her thesis. She hadn’t come down from her room since.

Frustrated, Jagger headed outside to the patio to clear his head. He gritted his teeth as another wave of heat ripped through his body. It was like someone had doused him with gasoline and threw a lit match at him. He bit down on the inside of his lip so hard he tore into the flesh.

It took more than a few calming breaths to get past this latest attack on his body, but eventually, he cooled down to a more bearable temperature although he remained hot. He plopped down in one of the deck chairs and closed his eyes praying for his pain to end.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

Jagger opened his eyes and pasted a smile on his face. He didn’t want his father to know the extent of his symptoms. It would ruin the night. “Your chess game is over so soon? The way you and Uncle Romeo were going at it, I imagined the two of you would be playing for hours to come.”

Niccolo grinned. “Romeo cheats. Besides, is it a crime that I should want to spend a little time with my son?”

“Not at all. I welcome your company. In fact, it will provide me with a distraction.” The entire time he spoke, he kept his gaze averted not wanting his father to guess what was going on with him.

“Jagger, look at me.” Niccolo’s voice was a soft command.

When he looked in his father’s direction, the older vampire recoiled.

“What is it, Papa?”

“Your face and eyes.”

Jagger frowned. “What’s wrong with my face?” He touched it in a panic. It didn’t feel right, misshaped even. “What’s happening to me?”

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll return shortly.” In less than a minute, Niccolo was back with GianMarco and Sasha in tow.

“My baby!” his mother cried in alarm. She rushed to Jagger’s side and cradled his head against her breast. “You’re burning up! I’ll do a cooling spell.”

“I’ve done it already. It doesn’t work anymore.”

“Perhaps, you should let you mother try. She is a Hectite witch. It can’t hurt.”

Jagger was unconvinced but anything was worth a try. “Okay, Mama. Do what you must.”

Sasha placed her hands on his temples and whispered a chant. The spell only helped a little temperature wise but when he touched his face, if felt normal again.

Sasha looked at her mate. “That spell should have worked. Niccolo, please do something.”

Jagger pulled away from his mother and stood up. “There’s nothing you can do, Mama. Nothing anyone can do.”

“How bad is it, Marco?” his father asked.

“From the look of him, I’m surprised he’s been able to maintain enough control not to attack anyone. I vaguely remember what
la morte dolce
was like when I was in the midst of the worst parts of it. Most of the time I could barely think straight, but Dante later told me that when I’d gotten to this point, my mind was no longer my own.” Marco studied him closely. “What’s probably sustained him so long is his warlock side.
Dio,
I wish Dante were here. He’d know what to do.” There was pain in those words. Jagger’s heart went out to his uncle, who seemed to be taking Uncle Dante’s absence the hardest.

“You spoke to him last, Marco, when did he say he’d arrive?”

Jagger knew everyone wanted to know where his uncle was, but this was the first time the question had been openly asked.

Marco shrugged at Niccolo. “He didn’t so your guess is just as good as mine.” The tightness in his voice said it all. The topic was no longer up for discussion.

“There’s only one way to fix this. GianMarco, can’t you speak to Camryn?” Sasha pleaded. “I know it’s wrong for me to ask, but look at him. He’s in so much pain. I can feel it from where I stand.”

“No, Mama. Don’t. I don’t want her to come to me out of pity. If she does help, it has to be of her own free will.”

“But you’re suffering!”

“Then I’ll suffer. I love her far too much to coerce her. My only option is to leave.”

Marco placed his hand on Jagger’s shoulder. “You can’t go anywhere looking like that. Your eyes are bright red and it won’t be long before your face is once again distorted. And it’s a pretty good bet that your incisors will lengthen and won’t retract.”

Jagger laughed without humor at his uncle’s words. “Then perhaps people will think I’m wearing a Halloween costume; it is nearly that time, after all. I can’t stick around, Uncle Marco. Perhaps, you’ll let me borrow one of your vehicles so I can leave tonight.”

“Of course, Jagger, but I wish you didn’t have to leave this way.”

“Why won’t you speak to Camryn? This is a family! Aren’t we supposed to help each other in our time of need?” Sasha’s voice rose to near hysterics.

Niccolo pulled his mate into his arms and rocked her. “Sweetheart, I hurt for our son as well, but Marco is in a precarious situation. His first duty lies with his wife and their immediate family unit, just as you and Jagger are my first priority. This has to be Jagger’s decision. I wish he could stay, but having him and Camryn in such close proximity without any love making will only spur him to
la morte dolci
even faster.”

“And what will he do when he’s in full
la morte dolci
? Are we just going to allow him to suffer needlessly?” The helpless look in his mother’s eyes tore at Jagger. He wanted to reassure her that everything would be fine, but he couldn’t.

“I’ll figure something out, Mama. I could contact Uncle Blade; maybe he’ll be able to find a way to contain me once I’m in the midst of this madness. At least he could prevent me from hurting others. Maybe he’ll even figure out a way to hold off the symptoms longer until another solution can be found.”

Marco shook his head. “Not even the most powerful warlock can hold off
la morte dolc
i
as demonstrated by your mother. You will suffer no matter what, but as you’ve just pointed out he might be able to prevent you from harming yourself or anyone else.”

“Is it possible I will...I mean, will my mind no longer be my own? Permanently?”

Marco raked his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. “It is likely. Listen, I can talk to Camryn, but I’ll need to discuss this with her mother first. Just know I won’t sway her one way or another when I do have this talk with Carmryn.”

“No. I can’t have you do that, Uncle. I’ll start packing right away and leave once everyone is in bed.”

“Are you sure about this Jagger?” Marco asked.

“Yes.” Jagger embraced his sobbing mother. “It’s okay, Mama. Things will work out, you’ll see.”

“How will everything be okay when it’s possible I’ll lose you? When I see you again, you might not recognize who I am. I’ve lost you once before—I don’t think I can bear it again.” Sasha wept, wetting his shirt with her tears.

“Mama, please don’t cry. You will never lose me here.” Jagger pointed to her heart, then he caught a faint movement from the corner of his eyes. Someone had been watching them from inside the house. Could it have been...? No. His imagination was running rampant, which didn’t bode well for his future mental state.

Jagger rocked his mother as she clung tightly to him. He met his father’s gaze and saw sadness there. Suddenly, he felt like crying himself for what would never be.

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The house was finally silent. Camryn tried to gather up the courage she needed to fulfill her plan. “You can do this. It will just be one night.” Taking a deep breath, she carefully opened her bedroom door, wincing when it made a loud creak. Closing it behind her, she tiptoed down the hallway to her destination. Not bothering to knock, she twisted the knob and slipped through the door into the dark room. In the shadows, Jagger was haphazardly throwing what appeared to be last-minute items into an overnight bag; he was leaving just as he said he would.

His head shot up. She nearly lost her nerve when she found herself staring into glowing eyes. She couldn’t make out his features but thought he was probably surprised to see her in his bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” he growled. Jagger’s voice sounded deeper, gruffer, and more guttural. She could hear the pain in his words and tone.

Camryn wasn’t sure what kind of reception she’d been expecting but it wasn’t this exactly. She nearly lost her nerve. “I think you know why I came.”

“Do I? Look, Camryn, it’s not safe for you to be here and, frankly, I’m not in the mood for games.”

“Who said I’m playing games? I want to help you.”

“So it was you earlier. How much did you hear? Or did Uncle Marco have that talk with you after all?”

“No. Actually, he didn’t get a chance to talk to me. You told him not to remember? I heard what you said outside. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I passed the patio door, it was slightly open. When my name was mentioned I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation.”

“So you’re graciously offering your body to me after avoiding me like the plague?”

A lump that felt like the size of a golf ball formed in her throat. She wasn’t sure how she could explain what she’d been going through these past few days. It was true that she’d been purposely avoiding him but it was mainly to come to terms with her feelings for him.

When she wasn’t avoiding him, she had a chance to observe the kind of man Jagger was. He played with the children, giving them piggyback rides, and seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say. He was affectionate with his parents. It was apparent that he cared about all his family. He had a sense of humor that made her giggle and often caught her off guard. And he had often brought a smile to her face in spite of herself. She wanted to tell him about the conversation she’d had with her mother at the hospital and why she’d fought so hard against the attraction she felt from him day one. But that would have to come later.

For now, there was a more pressing issue. Jagger was ill. She didn’t know what
la morte dolci
was but what she’d gotten out of the conversation was that he was in a lot of pain and only she could help. She didn’t want him to suffer especially when she wanted to be with him as badly as he wanted to be with her. Already, her body trembled with anticipation as she thought of his lips and tongue roaming every inch of her. She wanted to feel the intoxicating sensations she’d only ever experienced in his arms. Camryn desperately wanted his hands and mouth all over her.

Each night, she’d lain awake with carnal thoughts of the two of them. The images of his thick cock sliding deep inside her pussy were enough to keep her panties damp and her knees weak. When she’d listened to how much he’d suffered because she’d stayed away, she realized she was fighting a losing battle where he was concerned. She wanted Jagger Grimaldi, too, and by the end of the night, she vowed, she’d have him. And he could have her, any way he liked.

The very idea that she could drive him to near insanity frightened her a little but she trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her. Hearing that he was willing to sacrifice his sanity because he didn’t want to force her into something she didn’t want, helped her make her decision about him. Jagger was an honorable man and helping him in his moment of need was the least she could do.

“Yes,” she finally answered.

He remained silent. The only sound in the room was his ragged breathing, deep and shallow. Jagger turned his back to her and resumed packing.

“Jagger?” She felt uncertain; she’d been so sure he’d jump at her offer, but she hadn’t expected rejection.

“While I appreciate your willingness to surrender your delectable body, I’ll have to decline.”

“What?”

“I don’t want or desire a little girl in my bed who thinks she’s doing me a favor by coming to me. I need a willing woman who wants to be here.”

Her face warmed from her embarrassment. If Camryn didn’t think he was worth it, she would have left him alone. But she couldn’t walk away. Not like this. “I
am
here because I want to be.”

“After ignoring me these past few days?”

“I had a lot of thinking to do and I couldn’t do that with you around. I’m sorry, but I had to be sure about us.”

“Us? Since when has there ever been an ‘us’? You’ve made it quite clear you’re not interested in anything long term. Or maybe you just enjoy having your pussy licked. Well, Camryn, if you stay in this room, I’m going to do more than perform cunnilingus on you. Much more. So are you ready to be thoroughly fucked?”

Camryn gulped. She wasn’t sure if she liked this uber aggressive Jagger but it had to be because of his condition. She took a deep breath, determined to not run away. “If-if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, you have no idea what I want. The question is, are you willing to give it to me?” Before she could respond, Jagger stood in front of her as if he’d teleported across the room. She took a step away from him, but Jagger followed until her back touched the door.

Camryn tried not to tremble when his hand spanned her throat, his thumb grazing her pulse. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are, indeed. But you never answered my question. Will you let me do whatever I want to you?”

Camryn nodded, her voice caught in her throat, her heart pounding rapidly.

“Will you let me finger your clit while my tongue slides in and out of your cunt? What about if my tongue glides along the crack of that luscious ass of yours, tasting you there?”

She licked her lips. “Well, it’s nothing you haven’t already done to me, so yes.” Just thinking about him doing it to her again sent a lightning bolt of anticipation up her spine.

“Will you let me fuck you until you can barely move even after I’ve made you come over and over again?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her heart speeding up with each sinful image that popped into her head.

“What about letting me fuck your mouth? I can see it now, me sliding my cock between your soft lips while I dig my fingers in your hair. Your lips would be wrapped around my dick nearly as tight as your pussy. I saw the way you looked at my body, and I know you want to taste me, too.”

“I do. Oh, God, I do.” Camryn turned her head away, unable to meet those glowing eyes almost ashamed that she was so turned on by his frank language.

“And your ass? Will you let me fuck it, too? Because if you stay, I will. I want to be inside all your holes, with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock—all over you.”

Camryn knew he was trying to run her off but she refused. She could be quite stubborn if she wanted to. Besides, how could she walk away when her panties were wet, her breasts tight, and her body on fire?” “You’re not going to scare me into leaving, Jagger.”

With a snap of his fingers, the lights turned on. She bit down on her bottom lip to stop the scream forming in her throat from escaping.

“How about now, Camryn? Do you still want me now when I look like this?” Jagger’s eyes were completely red. He looked like he was wearing novelty contact lenses. His pupils were no longer visible. His eyebrows were raised in an almost caricature-like distortion, and his fangs were out and menacing. All this, coupled with his flared nostrils, reminded her of the very monster she’d been afraid of, but instead of fleeing, compassion filled her heart.

What he must have suffered and undergone touched her deeply. With a trembling hand, she reached out and caressed the side of his face. This was obviously not the reaction he’d expected given the baffled expression in his eyes.

“Why aren’t you running away?”

“Because I did this to you and you’re in pain. And because I want to make it better. Please let me.” Standing on the tip of her toes, she kissed him where his neck and shoulder met. The contact nearly burned her lips, but she didn’t pull away. With trembling fingers, she started to unbutton his shirt.

“Camryn,” he growled. “This is your final warning. If you stay, I’m going to take you, and I won’t be gentle.”

“It’s okay. I’m yours, however you want me.” She opened his shirt to reveal the hair-roughened expanse of his chest, then pressed a kiss against the flat disk of his nipple.

“Camryn.”

She could tell he was struggling to hold onto his control, but she didn’t want him to. Jagger clenched and unclenched his fists. “Why suffer when you don’t need to?” she whispered, then circled the now-taut peak with her tongue, his musky male flavor adding a tinge of piquancy to her taste buds.

“I don’t want your pity, Camryn.”

“Does this feel like pity?” Boldly, she cupped her hand between his legs, giving the bulge she found there a light squeeze. With a barely surprised roar, Jagger grabbed her hand, yanking it from his body before he lifted her and strode the short distance to the bed. He dropped her in the center none too gently.

“You’re damned right you’ve driven me to this, Camryn, and you’re going to get what you’ve been denying both of us.” With each word, he tore at his clothing, exposing his chiseled body to her hungry gaze. “You’d better take off your clothes or they’ll be nothing but confetti once I get my hands on them.”

His warning sent her into action. Hurriedly, she pulled the nightshirt over her head. Camryn felt another blush sweep her cheeks when she revealed her nakedness to him. Jagger looked slightly disappointed. “No panties? Pity. I was looking forward to adding another pair to my collection.”

Camryn suddenly felt self-conscious about her body even though he’d already seen most of her. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

“Drop your hands,
milaya moya
. Perfection such as these should not be hidden in my presence.” She did as he said. “There’s no need to be ashamed of these beautiful breasts. They’re perfect with big suckable nipples. And your skin is so soft. I’ve thought of nothing else but touching you all over. Don’t ever cover yourself like this again.” He stared at her with such blatant lust, her breath caught in her throat.

Camryn didn’t have a chance to say anything else before he sprang onto the bed, covering her body with his. Jagger was hot, more so than any living thing should have been. Instead of kissing her mouth as she thought he would, he placed frantic kisses over her face and neck, then slid down her body.

She gasped when his incisors grazed her throat, breaking the skin, but that didn’t stop the delectable sensations forming throughout her body. His hands were everywhere, her breasts, stomach, thighs, and pussy. Camryn squirmed beneath him, eager for more than just kisses. She’d come to his room with every intention of offering the relief he needed, but she wanted this just as much as he did. Camryn couldn’t believe she had fooled herself into believing she could stay away from him.

“Jagger, please,” she begged, not quite sure what she was asking for.

He spread her legs roughly; he’d told her he would, but it still surprised her. But this was not her gentle-but-insistent vampire. This Jagger was hungry—and the only sustenance he appeared to want was her.

He dug his fingers into her thighs as he rested his head between them. “Ah, I’ll take that little girl comment back. This is most definitely a woman’s cunt, so wet and ready to be licked, sucked, and fucked. And it’s ready for my mouth and cock. Don’t ever shave it.” Lowering his head, he parted her labia with his tongue before clamping down on her clit.

“Oh, Jagger,” she cried out before realizing how loud she’d been. She bit her lower lip, not wanting to wake the rest of the house. He suckled on the throbbing bundle of nerves, making her writhe uncontrollably beneath him. She gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his hot flesh. When Jagger slid a finger into her, Camryn thought she’d go insane.

Bucking her hips, she ground against him, unable to handle the torturous bliss of his mouth. Jagger continued to suckle, unheeding of her movements, slipping yet another finger into her slick channel. He twisted and thrust his digits into her with skilled precision.

“Jagger.” She moaned his name as loudly as she dared.

He lifted his head then, eyes still blood red. “Don’t be afraid to call out my name.”

“But the others...”

“Uncle Marco has recently soundproofed the bedrooms, so what we’re doing can’t be heard by human ears. But what do you think is going on in nearly every bedroom right now, Camryn? At this very moment, my mama and papa are calling out each other’s names in their passion for each other. Uncle Romeo and Christine are doing the same. Even your mother and Uncle Marco—”

“Stop. Don’t say any more.”

“It is the truth. We are a passionate lot. Give over to your desire for me. Scream my name as loudly as you want.” Lowering his face between her legs again, he lapped at her pussy with long, broad strokes, the actions sending torrents of pleasure throughout her sensitized body.

“Jagger!” she shrieked. “Oh, God, Jagger!”