Younger, Bree - Burn [All American Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

He pulled back, and they stared into each other’s eyes. His seemed to be searching for something. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found it, because with a short imprecation, he pulled her tight against him and his mouth covered hers again. Not in the gentle tasting of before, but in hungry demand. She responded mindlessly. She craved his touch. She needed him to take away all the fear and pain and horror of the last hours, at least for a little while. She wanted to forget about the vampires that were chasing them, how they were going to get through this. She just wanted to feel.

Her mouth parted at the aggressive thrust of his tongue. Her lips closed around it, sucking it deeper into her mouth. His hands tightened, lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, aligning her aching mound with the hard bulge of his erection. She groaned. His mouth released hers, and she groaned again in reaction to the loss.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea. You’re weak right now, vulnerable—” He left a blistering line of hot kisses down the side of her neck.

She pulled his head up and gave him a hard stare. “I’m fine. I want this. No biting, though. Okay?”

He nodded, and she met his lips with her own. Jesus. She’d never felt like this before. She wanted to crawl into his skin. She’d been hyperaware of him since he’d caught her and brought her back to this cabin. A riot of mixed emotions pulsed through her as she felt him turn and make his way down the short hallway and to the bedroom. But underneath that was the driving need to surrender to the hot passion he engendered in her.

She wanted him. She didn’t understand him. She didn’t know him. But she ached to feel his hardness thrusting up into her, to feel his body moving in rhythm with her own. Her pussy pulsed at the thought.

She gasped as she was dropped onto a bare mattress. He loomed above her, his face a dim shadow in the darkened room. He stripped the shirt and boxers off and tossed them aside. She had only brief moments to glimpse his muscular body and jutting cock before he was covering her, pressing her down into the bed.

His warm breath touched her cheek. “You feel so good, Lib.”

She groaned. “You, too.”

He reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, brushing his mouth across the rigid peaks of her nipples.

“Ty—”

“Shh…” His tongue eagerly stroked across the point before pulling it deep into his mouth. He suckled with hard tugs until she couldn’t stand it and moved against him.

“Please.” She tried to pull him closer.

He shook his head. “I want to feel every inch of you against me.”

He sat up, straddling her, and unfastened her jeans before quickly shoving them down her legs, taking her panties with them. She lay before him, feeling the heated blush as his eyes moved over her with blatant hunger.

She could feel the moisture gathering between her thighs, preparing her to receive the rigid length of his cock. The rough touch of his hands slid over the skin of her hips and abdomen until they cupped her sensitive breasts.

He leaned down and kissed the curve of one plump mound. She reached up to pull his head closer, but he caught her hands and pressed them above her head, cuffing them both in one of his. He feasted on her breasts until she was squirming and begging him to fuck her, spreading her legs and lifting herself against him.

His hand moved down her body, quickly parting her outer lips and rubbing through the moisture that had gathered there. Then his finger was inside her and she moaned, tossing her head from side to side at the rough penetration.

“Oh, yeah. You like that, don’t you, babe?” His finger slid out and then back in and she arched into him. She felt him add a second finger, stretching her as he pumped into her again and again, the wet sound of his movements echoing in the empty room.

She moaned, and his mouth covered hers again. God, he tasted so good. He speared her with his tongue, the movements in her mouth matching the motions of his fingers. His tongue teased, licked wetly. He seemed to know just what she needed. She squirmed madly, trying to pull her hands free of his grip.

“Damn, you’re making me crazy, baby. So fucking hot.” He pumped harder, sliding three fingers deep. She trembled in rising need as his fingers continued to work her. His thumb joined in, stroking over her clit in soft glancing touches and winding her tighter and tighter until she thought she would die.

His mouth left hers again to return to her breasts, leaving stinging little bites across the white mounds, not breaking the skin but teasing her with the idea that he might. The threat that he might bite her aroused her even more. She gasped out his name, begging him. “Please, Ty. Let me come. Please let me come.”

“Not yet, Lib. Not yet. I want you on fire for me. I want you screaming my name.”

Suddenly he pulled his hand free of the grasping clasp of her body. She cried out in denial. He released his grip on her hands and slid down her body, pushing her legs wide and diving in to taste her. His thumbs opened her to the probing of his tongue, and he slid a finger back into her throbbing channel. He flicked her clit with his tongue over and over, his finger rubbing over just the right spot inside her, driving her mad. She could feel her juices slide down her inner thighs as he tongue-fucked her as if he loved the taste of her.

Libby was mindless, her body trembling and shaking in need. She sank her hands into his hair, pulling him against her, straining into his touch until she came in long, heated contractions, screaming out his name just as he’d wanted her to.

Chapter Seven

Ty watched as Libby came, the strong contractions of her inner muscles clamping down on his finger with each pulsing throb. He drank down the salty sweet cum of her release. When the last of her orgasm faded away, he slid up her body, covering her, and thrust inside with one slow push. Her body closed around him, welcoming him into her warm depths.

He kissed her, a long, wet tasting. He loved kissing her, loved the little mewling sighs she made as their tongues slid against one another in hot demand. He felt her legs lift to tighten around his hips, locking around his back to urge him even deeper. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, just absorbing the feel of her body’s tight clasp. “Son of a bitch, baby. You feel so good.”

“Fuck me, Ty.” He saw the need burning in her eyes, matching the ache in his cock.

“Hold on, Lib.”

He withdrew until only the very tip of his cock was still lodged within her body. Pausing for a moment, he looked down at where their bodies were joined. Then he pushed back in with a slow, even glide. Again. And again. His pace slow as he enjoyed the wet suction of her willing cunt as it tried to hold onto him.

She pressed up, trying to force him to speed up the pace, but he resisted her efforts, the muscles straining in his neck revealing the control he was exerting to keep to his slow rhythm. He felt her hands reach back and sharp nails dig into his butt. Their sweat-slick bodies clung together as he gradually increased his pace. She came again with a strangled cry, and he froze, holding back his own orgasm with great effort. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted this to last as long as he could make it.

He urged Libby over onto her belly, pausing to admire the smooth, creamy expanse of her back, before he pulled her onto her knees. “Don’t move.”

He heard her groan, but she remained as he had positioned her. With a gentle caress, he drew one finger down the center of her back, smiling to himself as she arched against his touch. Leaning forward, he used his tongue to follow the same path, tasting her skin in a long lick. He felt her shiver against his mouth.

His hand slid over her skin, grasping her hip to hold her still as he moved lower. He parted her legs and looked at the treasure that lay there, her pink outer lips parted and the inner lips gleamed with the juice from her earlier orgasm. “Beautiful,” he whispered before moving in for a long lick, his tongue searching out each hollow and crevice.

She tasted so good he couldn’t get enough, burying his face in her pussy. He ate and ate as she squirmed and moaned into the mattress. He pushed his tongue up inside her, fucking her with it like he had done earlier with his cock. Like he would do again. Soon. But for now, he wanted to drink down another taste of her delicious honey.

He continued eating her, his finger sliding through her slickness, wetting himself before reaching up to probe at her anal rose, pressing in slightly.

He heard her breath catch, but she didn’t ask him to stop, so he went deeper, up to his knuckle. His tongue flicked against her clit, and he heard her moan. Damn, she was so fucking delicious.

He gave each of her ass checks a teasing bite before he slid his cock back inside her pussy. She grunted as he worked his way in. “You like the way that feels, don’t you, sweetheart? So do I, Lib. So do I.”

“Will you just fuck me already, Ty.”

He chuckled and circled his hips, laughing again as she shoved back against him. He gripped her and pulled back.

“How do you want it, Lib? Hard and fast? Or soft and slow?”

“Just do it, Ty.”

He slammed his hips forward just as she said his name, and she whimpered. He smiled in satisfaction. Then he began pistoning his hips, giving her everything she had asked for and more. He slid one hand around to rub against her clit with each stroke, wanting to drag this out as long as he could but knowing he had almost reached the end of his control.

“Oh, God, Ty. Oh, God. Please…”

“Come for me, Lib. Come for me now.”

She threw her hips back against him harder and harder until with a loud scream, she came, her pussy milking him and setting off his own orgasm. His own shout was short and gruff and filled with satisfaction. He leaned down, pressing his face against her damp hair, breathing in the scent that he’d come to associate with her alone.

She collapsed, sinking into the bed with a muffled groan, and he pulled out and rolled to the side, covering his face with his arm. He heard her harsh breathing matching his own.

He turned his head and saw her watching him. She looked as stunned as he felt. He opened his mouth but had no clue what the hell to say, so he closed it again and just reached out to pull her against him. She snuggled close, her head on his chest.

They lay there for several minutes, and Ty let his mind empty. He didn’t let himself think about their predicament, about how worried his brother must be. Not the unusual strength of his response to Libby. Nothing. But the oblivion couldn’t last, and finally he moved, rolling away from Libby and sitting on the side of the bed to pull on his boxers.

“It’s almost dawn. I need to cover the windows.”

He felt the bed move as Libby stood up. He glanced around and saw her picking up her clothes. She looked over at him and met his eyes. Her hair was wild-looking, standing up like a halo around her head. He saw her cheeks flood with color before she pulled her shirt on. He shook his head, wanting to break through the awkwardness.

“Libby…”

“No.” She stopped him. “No, it’s okay. You said we need to cover the windows?”

He let her change the subject, not really sure what he had been going to say. “Right. I’ve got to get some sleep, and the two windows in here are gonna have to be covered. Look around and see if you can find some blankets or something, okay? I don’t want to get any more sunburns if I can help it.”

“Right.”

They searched the small cabin, finally finding a couple of thick blankets in the old trunk that served as an end table in the living room. They worked together and quickly rigged a way for them to cover both windows so that no light came through. Then they shoved the bed to the far side of the room away from the windows just in case. Ty checked his watch. Dawn was less than thirty minutes away. He did a final check of the cabin, making sure that the doors were locked and shoving a couple of kitchen stools beneath the doorknobs.

He got the blinds closed right as the sun began its first gentle blossoming. He could feel it, the tug of sleep, as he always did at the first rising.

“Ah…are you going to be like you’re dead while you sleep?”

He turned and saw Libby standing in the doorway of the bedroom, a hint of trepidation on her face.

“Tsk, tsk. Lib, you’ve been thinking about those silly movies again, haven’t you?”

She wore such a guilty expression that he couldn’t hold back a grin.

“No, I’m not going to go into some kind of hibernation or anything. I sleep normally. I just do it during the day instead of at night. But I’m exhausted, so I really need to get some good, restful sleep.”

She nodded. “I didn’t even ask before. We kind of got sidetracked, but I assume that you got something to—er—eat earlier?”

“Yeah. I found some deer not too far away. I hid the truck better, too. Then I did a little exploring. That’s what took me so long. I didn’t want to run into any of our ‘friends’ so I took my time and was especially careful.”

“Okay. Good. That’s good. So you’re feeling better?”

“Lots better. Now if I can just get a good day’s sleep, I’ll be good to go.” He studied her. “How about you? How are you feeling?” She seemed all right, but he knew that if he’d injected her with his venom, it could take up to twenty-four hours before she would feel the effects. So she could be in for a big crash soon. He’d have to keep a close eye on her.