“Oliver. Please, just do it,” she begged.
With a groan, his lips grazed her neck and he plunged his teeth in. A sharp pain mixed with the pleasure that ran like wildfire through her, swirling in her belly, lighting up her clit. She writhed and moaned, the sucking sensation pulsing within her vulva, begging for relief.
It was so powerful. So impossible to be even vaguely contained about this intimate act. Already she was panting and whining and pressing into his body.
“I need you to touch me, Oliver,” she heard herself beg.
His lips still sealed on her neck, his hand roughly pushed back the covers and traced down her body, parted her thighs, found her swollen bud. He stroked it while simultaneously thrusting two fingers inside her. There was no gentle foreplay, it was a desperate hunger on both their parts.
Keening softly, she held his head to her vein and climbed so fast to her peak she was dizzy—from that, or from her blood being taken, she neither knew nor cared.
A moment later she was aware the suction had stopped at her neck. She felt the sealing of the wound from his tongue, and then with a deep growl, he thrust her legs wide and plunged his head between her thighs, his tongue lapping along her seam. He ate her out with the same desperation with which he’d sucked her blood, and Clare could do nothing but give in to the riot of sensations running through her body. When she came, it was like being hurled off a cliff into an abyss of pleasure.
When she finally stopped twitching, Oliver looked up from between her legs. He grinned, suddenly boyish, his lips glistening with her blood and come. “Was that a fair exchange?”
“Ah, yes, but I have more.” She made to pull him closer, but quickly he stood, adjusting his pants. She reached out and cupped his swollen girth, and when he made to shift her hand away, she protested, “No, I’m not stopping, not this time.”
“Clare,” he murmured, his eyes full of passion, “I have work do.”
“And what if you never come back from that dimension? Leaving me knowing I had never returned the pleasure?”
He gave a husky laugh. “Oh sweet Clare, you tempt me.”
That was all the consent she needed.
Swiftly she sat and, cradling his thighs between her own, she locked him to her with her ankles behind his thighs. He gazed down at her as if he was himself in thrall, her blood and juices still on his swollen lips. With words of soft delight, her hands moved down his body. Her palms stroked over his hips, and this time as she cupped the bulge in his pants he moved into her touch, not away. Her heart thrilled, and heat ignited in her pussy, still swollen and ripe from her orgasm.
“Let me pleasure you, Oliver,” she husked. “You won’t be able to think straight on your mission otherwise.”
He groaned a laugh, but still his hips bucked toward her as, with trembling fingers, she shucked down his pants and freed his length.
Oh gods. His cock was magnificent.
The head was like a beautiful, rounded arrow, the frenulum like a crown above his long shaft. His balls were drawn tight between his muscled yet slim thighs. How very human he was—and yet not. He was more beautiful, more sculpted for pleasure than any human male could ever be.
Silver pre-cum sprang from the tip of his cock.
Ah, now she knew for sure that the myth was untrue. Oliver had already belied it with what he wore, his hair, his ring. And how could a vampire be allergic to silver when their very own seed was pure as that metal? The taste of him tantalized her, delicious, woody and verdant like mountain forests.
She sighed and took his length into her mouth.
“Clare—fuck! Oh, sweet goddess.” He held her head to him, murmuring her name over and over, his fingers twining in her curls as she teased his cock with her tongue.
She was going to mouth fuck him like a whore.
Andfinally,he was going to let her.
A deep, gritty, primal sound escaped his lips as she sped up her actions and she felt his cock leaking, swelling in her mouth. She let her tongue slide around his frenulum, her lips move down his length, from tip to root, her hand joining in the onslaught of pleasure, one cupping his balls, the other sliding up and down his length.
She felt him resist, as if to pull back. “Clare, slower, slower. I haven’t done this for… almost a hundred years.”
For a moment, that gave her pause.
“I took a vow of celibacy when I became a detective, but gods, you are undoing me, sweet one.”
Power soared inside her at the knowledge that she was the one to break the fast.
“That is my intention.” She laughed softly, then plunged her mouth back around his cock.
