Oliver's Hunger (Scanguards Vampires #7) (16 page)

“What’ll happen?”

Oliver’s gaze dropped to the pulsing vein at her neck. “Once my fangs are out, it won’t take long until I can’t hold back my hunger for blood. I would bite you.”

She sucked in a quick gulp of air.

Seeing that she was withdrawing from him, he quickly added, “But I won’t. I promise you. I won’t do that to you. You’ve been through enough. Please give me a chance. If we’re careful . . . ”

He hoped he wasn’t lying. Could he truly hold back his hunger for the next hour so he could make love to her without subjecting her to the one thing she hated most: being bitten by a vampire?

“Careful, how?” she asked and approached slowly, her head dipping to the crook between his neck and shoulder. “Like this?” She pressed a gentle kiss on his skin, then another one.

Oliver closed his eyes, allowing the tender caress to sweep him away. “Perfect.”

Her hands tugged on his T-shirt, pulling it from his jeans.

“Take it off,” she whispered into his ear.

He did as she demanded, welcoming the cool air that touched his heated skin. But the relief didn’t last, because a second later, her hands were on his chest, caressing him. His head fell back against the headrest. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one seducing her, not the other way around? Clearly, things weren’t going exactly as planned, not that he was complaining.

However, he’d made her a promise: to give her sexual pleasure. And he would not break his promise. It was time to take back the reins.

Oliver reached for her T-shirt, pulling it from her jeans. “Lift your arms.”

She didn’t hesitate and let him strip her of her T-shirt, exposing her bare breasts to him.

“Beautiful.”

Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed, round and firm. He cupped one and squeezed lightly, then dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. The little rosebud was already hard when he swiped his tongue over it. Her skin tasted of citrus fruits, pure and young. Innocent. The thought suddenly threw up a question.

“Are you a virgin?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Good,” he murmured against her soft skin. “Because I would hate for you to feel pain when I’m inside you.” No matter how short-lived that pain would be.

He returned to teasing her nipple, then paid her other breast the same attention, all the while listening and watching for her reactions so he could figure out what she liked most. He worked his way down to her stomach then shifted her with one move, placing her with her back down on the bench, so he could bend over her.

While his lips were blazing a trail down to her navel, his hands were already opening her jeans and lowering the zipper. When he pulled on her pants and looked up, he noticed her watching him, her lips parted, her breaths uneven. Desire shone from her eyes, and her cheeks were as flushed as her entire torso.

“I haven’t done this in so long,” she said, her voice low and almost apologetic.

He chuckled softly. “It’s like riding a bike.” Only tonight she would ride him. The thought sent another wave of heat through his body, igniting him even further.

He freed her of her jeans and panties, pulling off her shoes in the process, then let the items fall to the floor. She lay in front of him in the nude. He was glad for his vampire vision which allowed him so see her in her full glory despite the dim light.

Stroking his hands up from her calves to her thighs, he spread her legs apart then lowered his head toward the apex of her thighs.

“You’re going to—?” She stopped herself.

Oliver lifted his eyes to look at her face. “You didn’t think I would pass this up?” Not a chance. “When I said, we’re going through all the motions, I meant it. And that includes tasting your sweet pussy.”

The moment his mouth connected with her nether lips, Ursula moaned. Oliver licked at the dew that was already covering her plump flesh and let the taste spread over his tongue. His body hardened. Fuck! She tasted amazing. Spreading her as wide as was possible in the confined space they were in, he licked over her wet folds, nibbled, and explored. And with every soft moan and sigh that came from Ursula, his determination to make her climax rose.

He’d always loved sucking a woman, but the beautiful Asian girl in his arms was even more of a treat. To know that he could give her something she’d longed for for three years spurred him on. Licking higher up, he headed for her clit. The small bundle of nerves was already swollen, a sign of her arousal. He gently caressed it with his tongue. Ursula almost lifted off the bench, her body tensing.

“Easy, baby,” he appeased her. “I’ll be gentle.”

Yet that gentleness cost him: inside him, the beast wanted to be unleashed and exert its prowess on her. Holding back his wild side was a struggle he knew he would eventually lose. Still, he was determined to put up a fight. Because satisfying Ursula was more important right now than anything else. It would cement her trust in him; he was sure of it. And he wanted her to trust him.

With renewed determination, he continued to stroke his tongue over her tender organ, slowly putting more and more pressure on it. Ursula’s breathing changed, becoming more uneven. Her heartbeat pulsed through her body in a rapid rhythm, the sound amplified by his vampire hearing. Her excitement fueled his own, and he was painfully aware of the hard-on that strained against the zipper of his jeans, which he was still wearing in order not to drive his aching cock into her before she had found her release. Once he was naked, there was no telling what he would do.

Like a cat, Ursula twisted underneath him, her moans getting louder, her sighs more pronounced. He doubled his efforts, realizing she was close.

“It’s not working,” she said. “I can’t.” Frustration and disappointment collided in her voice.

Fuck! He wasn’t doing it right.

19

Ursula squeezed her eyes shut. She was so close, yet farther away from a climax than she’d ever been. Her body wasn’t complying, but was still holding on to the tension it had felt the last three years. As if the shackles were still tying her to her bed and her captors’ thoughts still invading her mind, preventing her from finding release.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m not doing it right,” she heard Oliver say.

She opened her eyes and watched him sit up. He looked distressed.

“It’s not your fault. I just can’t.”

His hand came up, tenderly stroking her cheek. “We’ll try something else.”

She shook her head. “It’s no use. My body doesn’t work that way anymore.”

Oliver scooted closer and put his arms around her. “Nonsense, baby. You’re just a little tense.” She sensed him hesitating. “Is it because I’m a vampire? Are you afraid that I’ll bite you?”

She met his eyes and noticed how he dreaded her answer. With a shake of her head, she tried to wipe away his concerns, but inside, she knew she carried a tiny speck of worry that he might lose control and bite her after all. She didn’t allow it to rise to the surface, not wanting to disappoint him further.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just . . . the memories of being tied up, of not being able to . . . ”

“Shh, I’ll make you forget.” He pressed a soft kiss on her lips then pulled back and released her from his embrace. “We’ll try something else.”

Wondering what he had in mind, she watched him shed his pants, boxers and shoes, before sitting back. Her eyes moved past the hairless sculpted chest and went to his massive erection. Even in the dim light of the van, it was hard to overlook. It was thick and long. Her womb clenched at the thought of feeling him inside her.

“Straddle me,” he demanded and leaned back.

Hesitantly, she followed his command and lifted one leg over his thighs, then braced herself on her knees. Oliver scooted forward to the edge of the seat, allowing his cock to point upwards like a tent pole.

“Now I want you to rub yourself against my cock.” He looked into her eyes. “Don’t take me inside you, just slide against me and find your rhythm.”

“But you . . . ”

“And don’t worry about me.” He grinned, making him look younger and so unlike a vampire. “I’m going to enjoy this just as much as I hope you will.”

When she felt his hands on her hips, she allowed him to guide her into the first movement, lowering herself so her sex slid against his erect shaft. Her wetness coated his cock, making her glide smoothly along it.

Oliver’s head fell back against the headrest. “Fuck!” he cursed, closing his eyes.

Encouraged by his reaction, she repeated the same movement. Up and down she moved, watching his face as he clenched his jaw and the cords in his neck bulged as if he were in pain. But she knew he wasn’t in pain. He was trying to hold back. For her. So that she could find release. Would another man be this selfless, or would he simply have sex with her, not caring if she achieved an orgasm or not?

Ursula felt how her body took on its own unconscious rhythm, how she moved without thinking of it, as if something inside her had taken over the lead. With every stroke, his erection dragged against her sensitive clit. Tendrils of pleasure reached for her, vibrations hummed through her body, and flames started dancing on her skin, turning her hot. Her long hair, falling over her back, caressed her naked skin, the touch as delicate as if somebody were teasing her with a feather. And all the while, Oliver moaned out his pleasure, a sound that penetrated the walls of her heart.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his hands stroking her breasts, his fingers playing with her hardened nipples, only adding to the lust that coursed through her body.

Needing more friction, Ursula reached for his hard-on and pressed it firmer against her flesh as she continued to slide against him. A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her.

“Oh, yes . . . that’s it . . . that’s it,” she coached herself.

Oliver’s hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her head to him. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Then he captured her mouth and seared her lips with a kiss. His tongue speared into her as he tilted his head and sought a deeper connection. Without hesitation she responded to him and allowed her mind to let go of everything. Nothing mattered right now except the man whose lips were fused to hers. His taste was drugging, his body tantalizing. And beneath her palm, his shaft was pulsing, indicating his need to take her.

On the next upward stroke, she sensed a heat wave slam into her out of nowhere. Then her entire body felt like floating. She let herself fall and felt the waves of her orgasm crash into her. Her heart stopped, and her breath deserted her.

As she rode out the waves that battered her body, Oliver released her lips and smiled at her, his hand combing through her hair. “See,” he whispered. “I knew you could do it.”

Ursula slung her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Thank you.”

His hand slid to her lower back. “I was happy to help.”

She felt his cock twitch against her tender sex, reminding her that he was still hard.

“Would it be ok . . . ” he started and drew his head back to look at her, before his eyes dropped down toward his erection. “I won’t need long. I’m close to coming.”

“You won’t need long?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, I promise. I know your body is exhausted right now. Thirty seconds tops,” he said, his voice almost apologetic.

She had to smile and tipped his chin up with her hand. After all he’d done for her, he wanted to short-change himself? Not if she could help it! “That’s a shame, because I’d love to feel you inside me longer than just thirty seconds. But if that’s all you can do . . . ”

He squared his shoulders, raising himself up from his slouching position. “No! That’s not what I meant. I
could
do it in thirty seconds if you needed me to be quick, but if you don’t . . . Baby, I can hold out for as long as you want me to.” A devastatingly handsome grin spread over his face. “And maybe this time we can come together?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little ambitious?”

He drew her head closer to his, bringing his lips within kissing distance, self confidence now rolling off him in spades. “I love a challenge.”

Then his lips were on hers, and his hands gripped her hips, urging her to lift up. The thick head of his cock probed at her sex, pushing inside her without resistance. When she sank onto him, impaling herself, he released her lips and groaned.

“That’s even better than I imagined.” His hand on her nape, he stroked his thumb over her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers. “This is more than I deserve.”

“You saved me.”

“Is that why you’re sleeping with me?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Good, because I’m not into thank-you or pity sex. I’d rather like to think that you’re sleeping with me because you’re attracted to me.”

She chuckled softly. “How would you know the difference?”

“By your reaction to this,” he claimed, and lifted her hips higher, then slammed his cock upwards, driving hard into her to the hilt.

A loud moan left her lips, and her head fell back. Her knees felt like jelly and her heart raced. With one thrust, he could do this to her, turn her into a woman who was controlled by lust alone.

“See,” he continued. “That’s the reaction I was looking for.”

She looked into his brilliantly blue eyes. “Then you’d better stop talking and start acting.”

“As you wish.”

His last word hadn’t left his lips yet when she found herself flat on her back again, her legs in the air and Oliver above her, his cock poised at her sex.

Oliver looked into Ursula’s big brown eyes and waited until she found her bearings. He had her where he wanted her: underneath him, so he could take her harder than he would be able to with her straddling him. The knowledge that she was just as keen on this as he doubled his hunger for her. He would have contented himself with a quick thirty-second fuck if after her orgasm she had realized that it was all she had wanted, and that he had only been a means to an end. But luckily, she still wanted him, even after she’d climaxed.