The Forever Kiss, page 13
“Stop it,” she told him. “You’re supposed to be the guy in the white hat, remember?"
With a tug on the reins, he brought the horse to all fours again, then grabbed his Stetson and shoved it into her hands.
“I’m not wearing my hat now,” Cade said in her ear, his tone a velvet threat. Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth to the side of her throat. “Now I’m a vampire.”
Slowly, taking his time, he sank his fangs into her skin. She arched in erotic shock at the burning penetration. “Oh!” The sound emerged as a tormented little whimper.
But after that one sharp sting of pain, it didn’t hurt. She could feel his lips moving on her neck as he drank from her in long swallows, rumbling in pleasure. His mouth was warm and soft and arousing as his hands stroked her body. An orgasm gathered low in her stomach like a building storm, only to hover there, not quite breaking. Unable to stand any more, she moaned, “God, Cade, please!”
Still feeding, he growled a feral sound and cupped his long fingers over her sex, pulling her against his jeans-covered cock as he rolled his hips as if driving hard into her. She twisted desperately, trying to get that last little stimulation she needed to come, but it eluded her. She cried out in frustration.
Just before she lost her mind, he released her throat and licked up the straining cord to her ear. His breath gusting on the delicate flesh made her gasp in desperate arousal as he whispered, “See? It doesn’t hurt. Wake up, and I’ll show you….”
Hard as the broadsword in the back seat, Cade slipped out of Val’s dream just as she jolted awake. He watched as she lifted trembling fingers to the side of her throat, searching for the marks of his fangs. They weren’t there, of course. He hadn’t bitten her.
Not that he hadn’t been tempted.
“That was interesting,” he drawled, grinning. Any minute now, she’d sear his ears with one of those inventive curses of hers, maybe even try to punch him in the nose again. He suspected he deserved it.
She looked over at him. Her eyes were dazed, unfocused. “You dreamed with me again?" Licking her lips, she glanced around as if trying to get her bearings. “Where are we?"
“I pulled off the road.” Her sleep-drugged confusion sent a shaft of guilt through him. When she woke completely, she’d really let him have it. “Except it wasn’t an accident this time. When you sleep, your mental shields drop, so I was able to enter your mind.” And it had been one of the hottest experiences he’d ever had in his life.
She blinked, looking stunned and vulnerable. “You did that? You made me dream that?"
He winced, the guilt intensifying. “Well, the basic idea was yours, but I helped it along some.”
Actually, the whole thing had gotten out of control. He’d meant to tease her with a dream bite, not practically fuck her in the saddle.
Val’s eyes slid away from his, blinking hard. As he watched in growing alarm, embarrassment and betrayed hurt flooded her face. She fumbled for the door handle and opened it.
“Val, what are you….”
Ignoring him, she got out. He’d pulled well off the road into a little grassy clearing, and now she started across it in the moonlight, her shoulders stiff.
Oh, hell, Cade thought, his stomach dropping as he shoved his own door open. I really did hurt her.
Val trudged mechanically across the grass, her body still flaming almost as hot as her mortified embarrassment.
Cade had reached into her mind. He’d seen how much she wanted him, used that knowledge to plunge her into this helpless arousal. He knew how to get her now. Could take her any time he wanted. She wouldn’t have expected it of him.
He’s a vampire, moron, Val told herself savagely. To him, you’re a blood supply and pussy in one convenient, easy-to-use package. A two-for-one combo. And she kept seeing him as her noble Cowboy. How stupid could she be?
The really galling part was how brutally she still ached for him. In the face of that clawing hunger, all the reasons to stay away from him no longer seemed like enough—not the fear of his vampirism, not even her own instinct for self-preservation.
Why should she deny herself, she wondered bitterly. It wasn’t as if she had a prayer of survival anyway. Why not grab what fleeting moments of pleasure she could, considering the precipice she teetered on?
Before she could take another agitated step, Cade’s strong fingers caught her shoulders, dragged her to a halt, and turned her around.
Val glared up at him. Even after what he’d done, the sight of him made her body vibrate like a tuning fork—and she was sure he knew it. She waited for him to push her down into the grass.
But instead of triumph, she saw guilt in his eyes. “Val, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She rocked back on her heels, studying him. Part of her wanted desperately to believe his apology, but she remembered the mocking vampire seducer from her dreams a little too well. She wondered which was an act—Good Guy Cowboy or the Big Bad Wolf.
Did he even know?
“Why should you be sorry?" Val demanded, and was pleased at how bitter she sounded. Bitter was much better than hurt. “I’m not a vampire or a ghost. I’m just a mortal. You screw mortals over all the time—make us believe whatever you want, do whatever you want. You’re the lord of everything with a pulse.”
That stung him. She saw anger flare in his eyes mixed with a wince of recognition, and her battered spirit celebrated that small victory.
Cade opened his mouth, then closed it again and visibly reined back on his anger. “All right, I deserved that. I told you I wasn’t going to rape you, and then I turned around and did just that, mentally if not physically. But whatever you believe, I don’t make a habit of acting like a blackguard.”
“The modern term,” she told him with a weary sneer, “is ‘asshole.’”
Instead of being offended, he laughed in relief. “I knew you’d get around to scorching my ears sooner or later.” Tapping his elegant nose, Cade lowered his head. “Okay, go for it. Hit me. Right here.”
She lifted her brows. “Hit you?"
He grinned. It was a devastating grin, handsome and boyish and wry, and she’d bet money he knew exactly how much punch it packed. Fangs weren’t his most devastating weapon by any means. “You’ve wanted to slug me since I snapped on the cuffs. Here’s your chance. I won’t stop you. See if you can break it.” He shut his eyes and braced himself as if she could actually do some damage.
Val stared up at him, amused despite herself. His thick eyelashes fanned against his high cheekbones, and his tempting mouth was quirked in a half-smile. The moonlight silvered his broad shoulders and silken hair with cool white light. She considered the pleasant fantasy of knocking him on his tightly muscled ass.
Instead she did what she’d been aching to do for hours. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she went up on her toes and took his mouth.
Cade’s eyes snapped open as soft breasts pressed against his chest and even softer lips sealed over his. His body instantly burst into flame at the silken intensity of her kiss.
When he moaned, her tongue swept into his mouth, agile and slick and impossibly tempting. He drew back just far enough to murmur, “I thought you wanted to break my nose.”
“It’d only heal,” she growled against his lips. “Right now, there’s something I want a lot more.”
“And what would that be?" Cade asked with a wicked grin. She slid a hand between their bodies and cupped him boldly.
He sucked in a breath as long fingers stroked and squeezed flesh that leaped at her touch. “Actually, vampire, I’d like to drain you.” Those fingers measured him as heat poured into his balls. “Though from the feel of things, that could be a lengthy project.”
“And getting lengthier all the time.” He lifted her chin to search her eyes. He could feel the points of his fangs against his lips as he spoke. “Are you sure about this, Val?"
“Yes,” she said softly, huskily. “I want you, Cade. I’ve wanted you for years. Make love to me.”
Breathing in, he could scent her arousal, thick and tempting, confirming just how much she meant that. “Yes.” With a soft growl of need, he swept her into his arms and turned to retrace his steps in long strides.
She giggled and clutched his shoulders. “Where are we going?"
"The car.” He looked down into her eyes and watched the way they shone in the moonlight like something precious. “I don’t want to make love to you with rocks digging into my butt.”
Val toyed with a lock of his hair. “That does sound distracting."
"And I don’t want to be distracted.” He reached the car and walked around behind it, still carrying her. Gently, he put her down on the trunk and leaned her back against the rear windshield.
Cade straightened to pulled his shirt off, then balled it up and tucked it behind her head as a pillow. She looked up at him, heat and a reluctant trust in her eyes. Catching the hem of her own T-shirt, she pulled it up and over her head to reveal full breasts cupped in lace. The sweet, high mounds seemed to beg for his hands, his mouth. A pulse beat hard in her long throat.
The sight of her offering herself made the Hunger leap. He throttled back on his searing need, determined not to betray her. He’d give her what she wanted—and only what she wanted—if it killed him.
Chapter Ten
What am I doing? one last sane voice screamed in the back of Val’s brain as Cade reached for the fly of her jeans. Watching his long fingers unzip her pants, she ignored it.
All that mattered was this moment—and making love to Cade. He paused and looked up at her. The Hunger made his eyes burn with a wolfish light that would have frightened her if she hadn’t also sensed his iron restraint. “If I start to take more than you want to give,” he said, in a low, determined rasp, “tell me. I swear to you I’ll stop.” The points of his fangs showed as he spoke, yet she believed him.
When he reached for her waistband to pull off her jeans, his big hands shook. As he stripped them down, she remembered her dream of the woman he’d taken. His hands had been rock steady then. Did the faint tremble she saw now mean this meant that much more to him, or was she guilty of wishful thinking?
He straightened with her jeans dangling from one hand, staring at her with dark, ravenous eyes. She swallowed, abruptly conscious she wore nothing but a bra and a tiny pair of panties. The metal of the Lexus’ trunk felt cold against her naked legs.
He looked so damn big standing there, the muscled contours of his chest silvered in moonlight. Hunger turned his handsome face hard, feral. He dropped her jeans and reached for her. She went into his arms with a moan he muffled with his mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips in a slow, seductive stroke as one strong hand caught the front of her bra and tugged it up, baring her nipples. Long fingers curled around her breast, hot and tender. She closed her eyes and whimpered against his lips. His tongue circled hers.
Building heat drove her to wrap her legs around his waist and hook her heels against his muscled ass. She dragged her mouth from his as he took possession of one pink nipple, squeezing gently, rhythmically.
“You feel so…” She stopped to moan as his fingers slid up her thigh in a gliding caress, “…good.”
“You feel like silk,” he whispered back. The cool glass of the windshield against her back was a stark contrast to the wet heat of his suckling mouth closing over one nipple. Each pull sent pleasure blooming delicately along her nerves. A velvet tongue-stroke over a tight rose point made her arch against him. She gasped and felt her bra dig into the tops of her breasts.
Cade feasted on her beautifully sensitive nipples as her slim body twisted against his, smooth and warm. Her scent flooded his head with the rich, salty smell of aroused woman, and her heartbeat thundered a driving beat that sent the Hunger spiraling. The energy of her building pleasure gathered around them like a narcotic cloud.
Seduced, he reached for her panties, hungry to bring her to that first, delicious climax. When he felt the thin, silken fabric under his fingers, he barely resisted the urge to rip it away. As he pushed it down her thighs, his thumb brushed the crotch. It was wet. Goaded, he growled against her breast and pulled back just long enough to jerk the panties completely off.
She blinked up at him, sprawled deliciously across the Lexus’ black metal skin, light against dark, warmth against cool. Her nipples were hard and pink and wet from his mouth, her long legs bent and spread. His eyes locked on the fluffy auburn triangle between her thighs. His mouth flooded with saliva. Moving between her thighs, he buried his face against her.
The first stab of Cade’s tongue almost shot Val off the car. Instinctively she grabbed for his biceps and dug in her nails as he licked and sucked with ruthless skill. The sheer hot pleasure made her writhe. He reached up her body to knead her breasts, stroking and squeezing while he feasted. She curled a knee over his shoulder and dug her heel hard against his back. Cade flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit until she writhed. The slick glass of the window felt deliciously cool against her hot, sweaty back.
Still thumbing her nipple with one hand, he reached between her thighs with the other. A single big finger slid into the wet, thick cream that filled her sex just as his tongue gave her clit the perfect stroke.
Light exploded behind her eyes. Her spine arched like a bow. “God, Cade!”
He lifted his eyes to watch her come and slid another finger into her. Head thrown back, pink-tipped breasts arching as her full, rosy lips opened on a gasp, she looked like a ravished angel. The energy of her climax poured over him, and he shuddered at the power flooding his mind. His fangs ached and his cock throbbed with the need to bury themselves in her. He fought down the Hunger and gave her another long, delicious lick.
Dazed, she looked down her body at him to see those black eyes watching her over the curls of her sex. She was surprised they didn’t glow. Then his hands moved, one twisting her nipple, the other driving three fingers into her tight flesh as his tongue danced over her clit. Her fading climax jack-hammered back to full force.
When he finally released her, she sprawled on the car, dazed and weak from the rippling multiple orgasms he’d wrung from her. She barely stirred when his hands caught one hip to gently turn her over, draping her belly down across the trunk. “Cade?"
His zipper whispered. Instantly, her sated senses snapped alert.
Twisting her head around, she watched him free his thick cock from his briefs. His eyes burned, narrow and hot as he stepped up to her wet, spread sex. Reading the question in her gaze, he said, “If I took you missionary, I don’t trust myself not to drink from you.”
She remembered how his fangs had felt sinking into her in the dream. Though some traumatized part of her recoiled in terror, the rest felt the rise of a dark excitement. “You can….” She gasped as the thick, rounded crown of his cock brushed her folds. “…You can have me that way if you want.”
His eyes met hers and flared with hunger. “Oh, I want.” Her slick flesh flowered open as he pushed inside. He felt so thick and hard, she wondered for a wild moment if she could take him. “But I think I’ll save it for next time.” She gasped as he came on and on. The possessive heat in his gaze as he watched her face made her shudder. “When I’m hungrier.”
Val moaned. “I’m not sure I’d survive if you get any hungrier than this.”
He smiled slightly, feral and male. “You have done a pretty good job of….” His cock slid in the last inch. “…whetting my appetite.”
“Oh, God.”
He stopped, buried in her up to the balls, such a massive, invading presence that her pleasure balanced on the edge of pain. “You’re so tight,” he breathed in her ear as he bent over her.
“It’s been…” She sucked in a breath as he pulled out a millimeter at a time. “It’s been a long time since I made love.” She smiled slightly. “Anywhere but in a dream, that is.”
“Was it worth the wait?" More of that satin organ slid out, only to press slowly deep again.
“God, yes.” The trunk was just high enough that her feet didn’t quite touch the ground. She clung to the slick surface. The car rocked under Cade’s weight as he braced one knee on the bumper and rolled his hips. She whimpered at the feel of his shaft stuffing her so thoroughly.
Turning her head, she looked up at him over her shoulder. He loomed over her, his shoulders blocking the stars, his gaze intent on her face as he ground into her slick cunt. She rolled her hips up for him, meeting his thrusts. The pleasure built, twisting along her spine until she writhed.
He lowered his head as his lips parted, showing fangs that gleamed in his open mouth. Val quivered and bit her lip. His breath blew warm against her throat. She twisted her head back in invitation. Cade started to bite, then jerked his head back. “Not this time.” He swallowed. “Later.”
He rammed his cock so deep she screamed at the ruthless pleasure. The car rocked on its tires as his powerful body surged and ground against her ass. Each thrust of that big shaft drove another jolt of pleasure up her spine. “Cade!” She gripped the edges of the trunk with both hands, holding on helplessly as the rising orgasm battered her senses in time to his goring strokes. At last her climax crashed over her in a molten wave. She screamed.
The energy of her orgasm burst like fireworks in Cade’s mind, driving the Hunger into a sustained shriek. He could almost taste the blood thundering in the pulse beating so hard in her slim throat. He fought the need, determined that this time, the first time, he’d take her as a man rather than a vampire.
Her slick, clasping flesh pulsed hard around his cock. Fiery pleasure rolled up from his balls and down his shaft. He drove himself into her as far as he could reach and threw back his head. And drowned in ecstacy.
Her senses battered, Val lay still under Cade’s steamy masculine weight. God, she thought, I just had sex with a vampire. And it was incredible.
Almost purring, she closed her eyes as she listened to his breathing deepen and settle. She supposed she should do an angst-propelled tailspin into guilt right about now, but she felt too damn good. Weightless and floating, she lay still and let her muscles twitch.
