V for Vampire Hunter (Hunter V Book 1), page 17
The Austrian took his time, slowly working me open, then Phil picked up the pace. His urgency caused a familiar tension to build in my waist. Discomfort faded and pleasure quickly replaced it, and soon we were moving in perfect sync. Soon, I moaned and groaned with every thrust of his hips.
The power he put into each forward push nearly sent me into the headboard, and I flattened hands on it to keep my head from going into the wood frame. The other Hunter noticed and quickly lifted me, sitting me on him and thrusting upwards.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped in surprise, the position much deeper than the first. Suddenly scared by the pleasure and feeling, I wrapped my arms around him. “Wait...”
Phillip devoured my lips, lifting me around the waist. “Move with me. Don’t stop.”
I yielded to his words and gyrated my hips, and the pressure of another orgasm collected in my waist. Without warning, I was taken over the edge again and threw my head back into a soundless cry. Phillip smothered his own groan into my neck and plowed into me several more times before stiffening.
Fucking amazing.
Everything from the waist down was pleasantly numb, and I breathed through the remnants of overpowering pleasure, enslaved to the brand-new feeling.
Phillip brushed back wet hair. “You doing okay?”
I swallowed to moisten my dry throat. “Depends on what you mean by okay,” I joked breathlessly.
Post-orgasm, I didn’t know whether to get off of him or stay where I was. It didn’t occur to me to ponder what I’d do after I had sex for the first time. Usually, sex was with someone you were dating, and generally people cuddled afterwards.
I wasn’t exactly sure what two people who weren’t dating did after it was finished.
“I should shower,” I whispered, trying to slyly get off of his lap.
Phillip didn’t let me get far. “The serum is still affecting you. I’ll help.” I went to protest, but a finger on my lips silenced me. “It’s better if you just let me have my way this once.”
“Fine.”
His boyish smile restarted my pulse, which had only just settled down after losing my virginity to the last man I ever thought I’d give it to.
“Good girl.”
I couldn’t even explain why the affectionate, somewhat misogynistic way of calling out to me pleased me, but it did. And really, my head was a mess. Not the mess I thought it would be, though.
I wanted to keep going. I wanted more. Once wasn’t going to satisfy me, and I wasn’t brave enough to ask for another round. Not even under the influence of alcohol.
It was the last thing I thought I’d struggle with as Phillip carried me to the bathroom and got the shower ready for us.
16
Phillip: No Control
Very few things surprised me anymore. I’d seen it all, been through three lifetimes of nothing but shit, and things rarely caught me off guard.
But when V asked for the serum and then offered herself to me, surprise didn’t cover the feeling. I couldn’t identify where it had changed for her, or where she’d gotten the urge. That was new for me—not being sure what had changed. Usually I noticed something the second it happened.
With V, nothing made sense.
For the first time, I hesitated. It felt important not to persuade or encourage the idea if she was just curious. It took everything inside of me to talk her out of it.
Sort of difficult to talk someone down from something you were more than a little desperate to have yourself. It was necessary, though. I didn’t want her to regret it, call it a huge mistake, and let the entire thing ruin what we had between us.
More than anything, I didn’t want to lose her.
If I had to be a bit vulgar, or frighteningly forward, or perhaps too brazen to be ever considered appropriate, then that was what I’d be.
Still, I was greedy. It’d be easy to enchant her the way I did other women and enslave her through physical pleasure. Every other time, I wouldn’t have wavered. I’d have her the way I wanted her. I’d take her without remorse. But something about V made me hesitate. Made me ponder every single move I made.
Instead of enchanting her, I’d been the one bewitched by anything she said or did. I wanted her more than I should. I thought about her more than I should. I was desperate to make her mine, even going as far as to get jealous over some bloody wolf.
And then I kissed her. I shouldn’t have, but I did.
Her lips tasted sweet and innocent, and they moved with mine like her life depended on it. Kissing V didn’t compare to kisses stolen to satisfy an urge. Her kiss resonated inside me long after I pulled away. She’d flushed and struggled to deal with both the sensation and the guilt of kissing me, knowing it was Nigel who might see it. She was confused. I took advantage of that confusion, and it was only for that reason I regretted it.
So, when she mentioned the serum, it felt wrong to give in.
Leave it to V to rush brazenly ahead, undeterred. She didn’t let my tricks sway her. She set my loins ablaze with her strong gaze and bold words. She called me out whenever I gave into hesitation or caution.
When she took hold of my arm and encouraged me to continue, I, the suave older man, the one with enough experience to classify me as an expert, was subjugated. Somehow, V understood just how to make me bend to her will. She knew just what to do and what to say to bring the beast out.
Everything she said and did dragged out a primitive, carnal side I wasn’t aware I was capable of.
Yes, I could be a rough and overly dominant lover. It wasn’t out of the norm for me to overpower a woman in the bedroom, but I never lost control.
Never.
Unfortunately, with V, I discovered new parts of myself every day. Most of which I didn’t like. Most that proved no matter how old or powerful I was, I was still a man. I gave in. I surrendered. I did whatever I could to keep her.
It wasn’t like me to lose control. Not like that, anyway. But I did. I did so easily that even I wasn’t sure where I’d totally lost it. When had I fallen so completely under her spell that I couldn’t fathom disappointing her? Hurting her? Betraying her? Being any miniscule amount of distance away from her?
No other person but Giselle, my first and last love, made me feel remotely close to the jumbled, fucked-up mess I was around V these days. And after Giselle’s death, I vowed never to lose myself to another person.
Still, it wasn’t something I could control anymore.
It’d been a long time since I regretted anything before doing it. I lacked the proper conscience to preemptively drown in shame, but I did with V. Even as I surrendered to the toxic heat of her kiss, as I claimed her body and tasted sweet poisonous bliss, guilt plagued my thoughts.
Very few things made me afraid, but the young Hunter scared me unlike anything ever had. And yet, I didn’t run. I should. It would be smarter to stop while I was ahead, but the mere idea of leaving burned my chest and destroyed my lungs.
I wouldn’t get away now.
“PHIL?”
I glanced over, noticing concern etched into the lines of V’s forehead. “Seems like the serum wore off.”
She blushed cherry-red, and the color was beyond beautiful on her white skin. “Seems so. I don’t feel drunk and...”
“Nothing hurts?”
Biting her lower lip and forcing my eyes to her mouth because of it, she nodded. “Maybe I should go back to my room.”
She didn’t say so because she wanted to. She mentioned it because she worried that that was what I wanted. Anyone else and I’d tell them to feel free to leave. With her, I couldn’t say it. Not when she’d take what I said to heart. Not when she clearly enjoyed our time together, and whatever bothered her before was made ten times worse by what we’d done.
I was a bit ashamed of how dominating I’d come across for her first time. I’d lost control and fallen into old habits, saying things far dirtier than a teenage girl would be used to. I hadn’t been gentle, or really even kind. I’d proven to her that all men were beasts, and for some reason, that didn’t sit right with me. The very idea of V thinking I was some sort of sex-crazed asshole made me desperate to prove otherwise.
“Stay,” I said softly, going onto my side. I wrapped an arm around her waist and breathed in her sweet mint scent. “Don’t leave just yet.” Leaning closer, I closed my eyes. “Not unless that’s what you want.”
Her pulse thundered in my ears and her inability to hide her gasp set my cooling body on fire.
I shouldn’t.
Her small hand reached tentatively out to my chest, and when I didn’t move away, she flattened her palm over my heart and relaxed inside my embrace. “I...I can stay.”
Don’t do it.
My eyes shot open, finding her hazel gaze full of desire and confusion beaming back at me.
Fuck. I’m going to do it.
Yanking her forward, I covered her mouth and kissed it with abandon, disregarding what it meant and sure I’d pay the price later.
It was the worst decision I could make to kiss her again, but I couldn’t find the strength to deny it anymore. I wanted her, even when it’d complicate everything. Even when it’d likely go against all my personal credos and interests.
So much for proving I’m not a beast.
Her mouth responded eagerly. With practiced grace, I rolled on top of her and spread her legs with one of my hands. I worked quickly to remove the clothes she’d only just put back on. I tasted her sweet, seductively smooth skin and licked everywhere within reach. I reacquainted myself with all her most sensitive areas, teasing her skin to a vibrant, intoxicating red.
“Phil,” she breathed, praying my name, and I’d never loved the way someone said my name so much.
Swiftly, I smothered the chorus of moans she gave way to when my fingers sunk inside her to the third knuckle. I was determined to give her more pleasure than she could handle.
Without the serum, prep wasn’t necessary, but I loved the sounds she made. I loved how V didn’t hold back. She voiced her appreciation, and it was a major turn-on.
I broke the wrapper of the condom open with my teeth and unrolled the latex over my rock-hard cock.
It wasn’t often I was forced to concentrate not to move too quickly, but with V, it was every time. She could match my speed, but I was determined to give it to her slow and gentle.
I wanted her to know I could be an attentive lover, just like a certain obnoxious wolf.
Slow. Steady. Take your time.
Her fingers dug into my arms as she anchored herself to me, the pleasure of my cock inside her nothing either of us was prepared to feel. It wasn’t anything like the first time. I could see it in her body and expression that the pleasure took her by complete surprise, and every sound that left her mouth was both utterly overcome and desperately afraid.
I hushed her, kissing her neck and slowly rocking my hips. “It’s okay. Just hold onto me. Breathe if you have to.”
Her face contorted, but she did as I said and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Then her hips swiveled anxiously, clearly not sure what to do. “It feels so much stronger...” she whispered hotly, not realizing the effect her words had on me.
Damn. Slow. Keep it slow.
Thankfully, I managed to slow down and gently guide her through the intense stimulation. Soon, she moved in time with my thrusts and seemed less afraid of the pleasure. Still, I took it as slow as I could.
But as she started to get more confident in her own movements, it was more difficult to maintain control. After only a few minutes, V arched off the bed and tightened around me impossibly.
“Phil!”
I swallowed, mouth bone-dry, and stared at her, mesmerized by her gorgeous body. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever had beneath me, and I couldn’t pretend she wasn’t anymore.
Flushed, she giggled in a rasp not natural to her voice. “Done?”
I realized I’d stopped moving and quickly rocked forward, transforming her laughter into a wanton groan. “Not even close.”
It didn’t hit me until our fourth sex position that she had school. Worse, Nigel would smell me on her. Even though the idea of claiming her and making it clear to the wolf she was mine gave me a superior feeling in my chest, it would make trouble for V. Not to mention for our ongoing collaboration.
Scheisse.
I paused and V took hold of my waist, leaning back. With her sensuous eyes on me, she brought my cock deeper inside of her with a roll of her hips, already positioned on my lap. A feral groan rumbled inside my chest, pleasure swelling as I was swallowed to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I cursed, face contorting as I fought the hot sensation wrapped around me. “V, don’t.”
“I need it faster than that.” Her secretive smile caused another growl to thunder in my chest.
Seriously, what was up with this girl? Just ten minutes ago she was stiff and unsure. But I never backed down from a challenge.
With a snap of my hips, I transformed her sassy taunt into a blissful gasp. Satisfied, I kept control enough to bring her and myself to completion before the reality of what we’d done settled in again. I collapsed onto the bed, full of shame and regret.
I’d lost control again. I’d given in.
But when V curled beside me and rested her cheek over my chest, I suddenly didn’t care what the damn wolf did at school. I welcomed the fight because Nigel pretended to be a nice guy who wouldn’t say anything to his pack. Sadly, he wasn’t the only one who’d smell me on her.
This is going to be interesting, to say the least.
Glancing at my phone, I realized we wouldn’t have time for another shower. “School is in a half hour. Want to skip?”
“I’m good,” she whispered, auburn hair covering too much of her face for my liking.
I absently brushed it away, internally damning myself.
It was my hope she’d want to avoid the extra interaction, but she wasn’t thinking. Neither was I, to be honest. Shifters picked up on scents better than our kind. They also knew how to tell the difference.
Nigel didn’t strike me as a virgin, so the wolf would know what sex smelled like. Or, at the very least, what I smelled like. Granted, she smelled like me because we lived together, but the smell of me inside her would be different.
Not that it wasn’t exciting to think V would be walking around the school with my scent inside her. Part of me wanted to take her straight into school and find the wolf. I couldn’t wait to see his face morph with rage. Something told me he wasn’t the good guy he pretended to be, and nothing bothered me more than some wolf pretending to be a sheep.
“I’ve got a couple tests I can’t miss today,” she added with a bashful smile.
It took looking away to keep from kissing those soft pink lips of hers. I wanted to give her plenty of reason to blush; to taste her sweet mouth all day and never let her go anywhere.
But I fought the urge and left her in bed, intending to make us breakfast. I’d apologize for what was to come by cooking her something fancy. She was under the impression I couldn’t cook, and I wanted to show off a little.
“Where—” She stopped herself, clearly uncomfortable. “I’ll just get dressed and head out.”
Unable to stop myself, I glanced over my shoulder. I was on full display, completely naked from head to toe, and I wasn’t disappointed when her bright red face and body showcased her innocence.
Despite swiveling her hips and chasing pleasure with a confidence befitting a succubus only a short time ago, she didn’t act it at all. She flushed so brightly a normal person might pass out. It was seriously the most adorable thing I’d ever seen, and I could claim with confidence that red was now my favorite color.
“Get dressed. I’ll make you breakfast.” I left her in the room, a devilish smirk tilting my lips.
“Wait! You can actually cook?!”
V HAD BEEN ODDLY QUIET all the way to school. Not that I expected it to be any different. She fidgeted beside me in the front seat, barely looking my direction. I did what I could to keep things as normal as possible, but her every action gave everything away. Even so, it was unbearably adorable and made me smile without realizing it.
She was a surprisingly astute student, afraid to miss a couple tests, and it only made the auburn-haired vampire hunter that much more endearing. But if I had it my way, we wouldn’t have come.
Honestly, I wanted her to ditch school altogether when it was made clear Nigel would be there. It got in the way of missions for her to attend, and I didn’t want to waste time at some useless institution when we could be out training her on how to be a better Hunter.
There were plenty of people still after her.
But it was Rose’s last request before leaving. She wanted V to live her life the way she wanted, as uninterrupted as we could manage.
It wasn’t a secret that Rose’s mission was likely a trap. Rose knew. I knew. She went because if she didn’t, we’d be found out before we could get away. She left to give V a fighting chance. But we both knew what she was likely walking into.
I’d tried to talk her out of it, but Rose was nothing if not the most stubborn person I’d ever met. Once her mind was made up, nothing anyone said could change it.
So, she left. She left and made me promise to take care of V and give her granddaughter everything she could ever desire. The wily old fox made me promise it in writing.
She needn’t bother.
Even without the contract, I’d do anything to see V happy. It took me a bit to realize it, but now that I’d come to terms with the fact that I cared about her, it was easier to admit it to myself. Granted, having sex with V wasn’t likely what Rose had in mind when she asked to make her granddaughter happy.
Oops.
V got out of the car, stopping for a second as if talking herself into something, and then pivoted sharply. “I’ll see you in class.”
My lips swept up, tickled by her awkwardness. “Yeah. See you in class,” I called out after her.
