Younger, Bree - Burn [All American Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

BURN

All-American Vampires 1

BREE YOUNGER

Copyright © 2011

Prologue

Charleston Bay, 1806

Lying back on the bed in a negligent pose, Ty watched as the enticing woman in red walked toward him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the erotic sight of her hands moving up over her silken-clad stomach to squeeze the generous breasts that swelled up over the scandalously low neckline of her gown. Hot damn, but he was one lucky bastard. Mysterious and wantonly beautiful, Simone had enticed and teased both him and his brother for the entire journey from England to America, allowing each to steal a few kisses and intimate caresses during her regular evening strolls along the deck, until they were both all but panting after her whenever she made an appearance. But neither brother had made any real headway until she had sent a message to Ty that she would come to his room that night. She had asked him to say nothing to Quinn because she didn’t want to cause any problems between the two brothers, and he had readily agreed.

Now Ty gazed at the entrancing siren as he fumbled with the strings on his breeches, tangling them into knots in his careless eagerness to release his throbbing cock. He counted his blessings that the Madame had chosen him, and not his older brother, in what was promising to be the most decadent
rendezvous
of his life. The seven weeks of enforced celibacy on the return crossing had made for an uncomfortable and unhappy time. Thank God that was all ending tonight, and he could hardly wait to get his hands and lips on the luscious figure of Madame D’Amboise, or Simone, as she’d asked him to call her with a devilish gleam in her eyes.

He watched hungrily as she eased her gown off her shoulders and down until her nipples popped out over the dainty ruffled edge, hard and puckered into tight points. Ty’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting those rigid peaks, of taking them into his mouth and suckling them until she begged him to take her. That alluring accent of hers got his juices flowing whether she was asking him to pass the salt or telling him exactly what she wanted him to do to her with his hands and mouth. Many a night during the journey, he’d left the dinner table with an achingly hard cock and had to seek relief with his own hands. But not tonight. Tonight all those wicked fantasies and lurid daydreams would at last come to fruition.

The gown fell to the floor with a quiet shush. She stood before him unabashedly nude, making Ty lightheaded with the realization that she’d worn nothing beneath her dress all during their dinner earlier. No stays, no chemise. Not even bloomers. He wondered how often she’d come to the captain’s table during the journey in a similar state. Just the thought of her sitting between him and Quinn, bare beneath her gown amongst all the other guests at the table, made him even more aroused, if that was physically possible. At any time he might have slid his hand beneath her skirts and found her warm and moist center. His cock pulsed. Her red lips stretched into a wicked smile as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling.

“Do you like what you see,
mon cheri
?” she huskily questioned as she slid both hands slowly up her taut, pale stomach to the trembling mounds of her breasts. Lifting one dainty finger to her mouth, she began suckling it, and he wished it was his cock she was using so intimately. His eyes hotly tracked that finger as it moved down to rub across one rosy nipple until it gleamed wetly in the candlelight. She began pinching those pointed nubs, twisting and tweaking first one and then the other, rolling them between her fingers.

Ty attacked his laces again with a near-desperate need, and she chuckled. With a groan of relief, he was finally able to shove his breeches down enough to pull out his engorged cock, and her smile widened. Slowly, he enclosed it in a firm grip and began stroking himself, his eyes locked on that tantalizing finger as it continued to tease over her trembling flesh.

Down, down that wicked finger moved, across the gentle curve of her stomach, delving briefly into her dainty navel. Ty muttered a muffled, “Damn.” His hands paused in their urgent strokes as she moved lower, tracing around the dark hair that covered her honeyed center. She parted those nether lips and showed him the beautiful pink folds which had been hidden from his view. One finger stroked over the small nub of her clitoris, and her hips arched up into the movement. He watched, mesmerized, as her finger dipped even lower, only to be pressed up into that hot channel. God, he wanted to fuck her.

Ty knew he should finish stripping off his own clothing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She withdrew her finger and held it out so that he could see the moisture shining wetly in the candlelight. Then she reached up and spread those luscious juices on her ripe nipples so that they, too, gleamed temptingly.

“Well? Do you like it?” The dulcet tone, spoken with a lush French accent, drew his gaze back up to meet hers. He nodded and licked his lips again. “Would you like to taste them,
mon beau
Tyler?”

He nodded again, unable to utter a single word.

She moved onto the bed, crawling forward, her eyes focused on Ty’s, until she was straddling his recumbent form. She lowered herself over him, her breasts dangling just above his impatient lips. He reached to pull her to him, and he heard her laugh. “
Très enthousiaste
,” she murmured as his mouth closed over one ripe tip.

She allowed Ty to worship her beautiful breasts for several more minutes, and he covered them with kisses and tiny love nips. He didn’t know how long he worshipped her body with his eager mouth, but he recognized the instant her movements became more frantic, her moans increasing in volume. When she began to climax, her back arched, and she flung her head back, moaning loudly and grinding herself into him. He sucked hard on her nipple, biting down with his teeth and worrying the sensitive flesh until she screamed out her pleasure.

She was still for several moments, her harsh breaths echoing in the dark room, until finally she looked down at him with a satisfied gleam in her eye. “
Merci bien. Très, très bien
. And now it is your turn,
mon amour
.”

She reached down and enclosed his cock in a tight grip, guiding his erection to her wet pussy. Then she shifted and in one quick movement she slid down and encased him in her glorious heat. “
Incroyable.”
Bending down, she gave him a lingering kiss. Ty reached up and slid his fingers into Simone’s hair. He pulled the pins from it and released it to tumble in a sensual fall around her face, enclosing the two of them in its shadowed cocoon. “Fuck me.” At Simone’s husky command, Ty began stroking in a slow, steady rhythm, pushing in and pulling out as the voluptuous beauty writhed and moaned above him. Her movements and obvious pleasure drove Ty on, and his pace picked up until he was pounding into her. The blood was throbbing in his ears. He was vaguely conscious that he should not be so rough with her, that he must be hurting her, but he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t be gentle. Dear God, he just wanted to slam himself into her until he reached fulfillment. He’d never been so careless with a woman before, not even in his first youthful experimentation. But right now, he did not care about Simone’s pleasure, about anything other than his own overwhelming need.

All he could do was thrust and thrust and thrust until at last his cock exploded into the most powerful orgasm of his life. Dimly he heard Simone’s own cry of completion seconds after his own. Then he was staring up into her face. Only, something was wrong. Her eyes. Her mouth. Something frightening, and he closed his eyes against the sight. And then he felt a pain in his neck and a drawing weakness.

He tried to cry out. To push her away. To struggle. Something was horribly, horribly wrong. But his strength was fading. Sounds of movement reached his ears. He forced his eyes open. The room was filled with people. No, not people. Monsters. Monsters with fangs and glowing eyes. He heard Simone speak dimly, as though down a long tunnel.

“Finish him,
mes amis
. I will go to take care of the brother. Join me when you are done here.”

He struggled harder, needing to warn his brother. But it was useless. He had no strength left. He felt himself surrounded, felt their teeth piercing his skin.

“Quinn,” he tried to yell out, but nothing emerged but a faint whisper.

And Ty knew there was no hope for either of them.