Demetrius (15 page)

“Oh god!” Her hips jacked up and he had to hold her in place. When she was about to go lax, he did it again.

“Demetrius!” She released his hair and collapsed back against the mattress.

Her feet were on his shoulders, giving him splendid access to her entrance.

One finger slid in and, with exquisite pain, he imagined what it’d feel like on his cock. Tight, suffocating, a hold even stronger than a fist pumping him. He kept a quick pace and slid his finger out. She gripped him, her walls nearly refusing to release him. How insane would that feel if it were his shaft?

Fucking hot, just like her, spread open for him, crying out on the bed. He wanted to cover her, pump into her, her ankles hooked behind his back as he stretched her to capacity.

She would fit him perfectly. He didn’t know how he knew, he just did.

He worked her in tandem, turning his head so his tongue hit at a different angle while he worked a second finger in. She fisted the blanket, yanking on it, matching the rhythm her hips kept as they thrust in time with his fingers.

Screaming his name, her juices flooding his mouth, she hit her first orgasm of the night. Demetrius kept a relentless pace, rising to his knees, lapping up her release, his fingers pounding deeper, harder.

Another wave went through her and her shouts turned to cries.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She shook, he held on, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her lower thighs. Her words turned incoherent until she wailed, her voice echoing off the walls, ringing through his apartment.

Only then did he back off, allow her to catch her breath. Breathing against her, he left his fingers resting within her, even though the heat of her core threatened to melt him.

“That was so powerful, Demetrius,” she tried to catch her breath. “I had no idea.”

“That was only the beginning, princess.”

***

Callista lay sprawled on the bed. She felt boneless, like a huge glob of jelly waiting to be licked up. Except, she’d already been all licked up.

Demetrius stretched next to her wearing a supremely proud smile. She ogled the striations of his well-defined muscles. His wounds had all healed, but he was still grimy from the fight with—

No. She wasn’t going to think about anything else.

“How are you feeling, princess?” His voice low, sexy heated her again after all the orgasms he’d coaxed out of her.

“I feel like you’re really good at this.”

She received a half-smile from him.

“If you say I am. I seem to have forgotten anyone I may have done this with before.”

Oh, shit. She was in serious danger of losing her heart. He was making her feel special, and wasn’t that the reason why it bothered her? Because she didn’t want to imagine him making any other female feel this way.

“I can tell you, princess, I’ve never done
that
before. I wasn’t one to linger. I highly recommend we do it again soon, though.”

She laughed, her freed breasts jiggled with the effort. The movement caught Demetrius’ eyes like a predatory bird spotting a fat little mouse.

“I happen to agree, Mr. Devereux. However, I recall saying I wanted my turn with you.”

She sat up, pushing him back. A delighted surprise crossed his face and he didn’t resist her.

He had to be in pain. His zipper stretched to nearly bursting and once he relaxed onto his back, she saw the tip of his massive manhood peeking out.

Her heart fluttered. Yes, she’d done this before, and like Demetrius claimed, she couldn’t remember anyone either. One thing she was certain of was that no one had rivaled his size.

“Touch me,” he rasped. “You’re putting me in more agony that I thought possible.”

Swirling her finger on the tip of his shaft, she gave him her best siren smile. It worked. His eyes infused with maroon. Lowering his zipper, he bobbed out, pulsating before her eyes. Her fangs throbbed in time to the veins she eyed lining his manhood.

She meant to tease him, draw it out liked he’d done to her, but she wanted his first release to be hard and fast, to blow his ever-loving mind.

Taking him into her mouth, she opened wide and slid him as far in as she could take him.

“Hellfire, princess. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

He rolled his hips up into her; she relaxed her throat to let him in. Up and down she moved, working him with her lips and tongue, rimming the tip. He curled up in a crunch, watching her, one hand twisted in her hair, the other clawing at the rumpled blankets.

“I want to watch myself come in your mouth.” He strangled out his words.

She hummed her approval. His balls drew up under her hand that worked the base of his cock. She tugged on them and Demetrius came with a roar, his savory release filling her mouth.

Relentless like he’d been, she kept going, drinking him down, working his length until he came again.

“Callista, I don’t think I can survive you.”

He released her hair and flopped back on the bed; his pelvis rolling against her mouth. When another climax built, he curled up again, snagging her hip to turn her lower half toward him.

Demetrius’ desire stoked hers and she gratefully pivoted until she straddled his face. His tongue pierced her, giving her pressure where she wanted it the most.

Slowing down, she naturally adopted a quicker pace that matched his.

Waves of euphoria roiled through her. Cool air wafted over her exposed bottom in contrast to his hot breath. He gripped her butt, holding her to his face. Riding his mouth, she bobbed her head faster and faster, fisted the base of his cock harder.

Her movements became jerky as she neared climax and one of her fangs grazed his length. Hissing against her, he doubled his efforts until she was screaming around him, her fangs scraping with each passage of her mouth.

The climax hit hard. She was caught in place, held by strong hands. Her lips formed a tight seal around him as he let go into her mouth one last time. Together, they held each other tight, rocking against the other’s mouth as they curled into each
other, riding the peak of the most euphoric, erotic experience she’d ever had. 

Letting him go, she started to fall to the side, but he caught her. Turning her, he tucked her under his arm, her head on his chest.

“No one else can have you, princess. You’re mine.”

Drowsy, she nodded and let her eyes fall shut.

Chapter Sixteen

A demon hiding among sheep, she tracked him through the club. He was glorious. The vampire known as Bishop Laurent was a prime male specimen and he knew it. His trimmed light hair a contrast to his steel blue eyes. The Henley he wore stretched across broad muscular shoulders so tightly she saw the intricate definition of the ropes of muscle that lay underneath. The black denim encased a backside so tight, marble statues whimpered in envy when he walked by.

Following Bishop was not a hardship. He was candy for her eyes, but she wanted more. She wanted to be closer to him. He was a vampire on the hunt, and she intended to be his prey.

The body she inhabited should do the trick, thanks to those foolish human women who fell for a tall, dark, and handsome demon-possessed vampire. They naively followed him, turning their bodies over to him, allowing her access. Her power only let her be on this plane for short periods of time, but she would make solid use of it. Bishop would be hers.

Two women approached him. Blood pounded in her ears; rage threatened the control she had over her powers. No one—
no one
—would come between her and that vampire.

Sidling up to Bishop, she shouldered the other two out of the way. They coiled back, mouths agape. The women prepared to retaliate, but she ignored them.

Leaning up to whisper in Bishop’s ear, she rested her chest against his arm to capture his complete attention. “If you’re hungry, I will sate you.”

His mesmerizing eyes caught hers in surprise before scanning her body. She knew he’d like what he saw, she’d made sure of it. Her divinations into his habits showed his type—curvy with lush, long hair. He steered clear of the bony model types, she suspected because he was such a large male. As for the long hair preference, well, she could only imagine his bedroom habits made the extra hand hold a bonus. The body she’d found to possess fit the bill.

What she offered over every female in this room was her knowledge of what he was, what he really needed—blood.

She batted her eyes. “What do you say we go get a drink?”

He read into the double meaning and slid an arm around her waist. “You read my mind.”

Giving the two slighted ladies a smug grin, she savored the feel of his hard body pressed against hers and walked out with him.

***

Bishop was sunk balls deep into the luscious brunette. She’d already ridden him until his eyes crossed and he couldn’t congratulate himself enough on his decision to buy an SUV with captain’s chair seating. They were parked in a desolate spot in one of Freemont’s rural areas, the windows fogged and the vehicle rocking.

He pulled out and thrust back in. Her moans were intoxicating. He hadn’t fed fully from her yet, only little nips on her breasts from their first round of fucking. Trying to wait as long as possible, he didn’t want to deplete her energy until he was done using the recreation of her body.

“Do you like that?” She never gave him her name saying,
does it matter?

She ground back into him. “Harder, Bishop.”

His name in
her throaty voice, heavy with desire, made his balls raise up, ready to drop their load.  

He drew out and slammed back in. “Say it again.”

She cried out, “Harder, Bishop.”

He grabbed a fist full of her long locks to hold her in place. She wanted harder, he’d give it.

He ruthlessly pounded into her, she cried his name, coming over and over. When he couldn’t hold back anymore, he sank his fangs into her neck.

Her cries became wails of sheer ecstasy. There wasn’t much he had to offer a woman, especially a human, but pleasure was something he excelled in. He shuddered his release as her tight channel fisted his cock until he felt like it would turn blue.

With a grunt, he let go of her hair, withdrew his fangs, and collapsed onto one of the back seats. She pulled down her dress and she took the seat across from him, but it didn’t help. He could still see the glistening wetness of her manicured folds.

He was too spent to take care of the condom. Later, he thought. He wanted to bask in the glow of not having to cover up his bite immediately after climax, before his partner became aware of what happened. It was unusual for a human woman to know about vampires, but he liked it. He’d wipe her memory of the night later.

“You got one more time in you, baby?” He rolled off the condom and grabbed a new packet in hopes she’d let him have her again. She wouldn’t have to do anything, he’d do all the work.

She gave him a wicked grin and hitched her dress back up. “This body is going to feel it in the morning.”

Okay, if she started talking third person…well, it’d be weird, but he’d still fuck her.

Turning in the seat, she planted her bare feet on the ceiling. His cock came to full attention looking at her brazen invitation.

“Oh hell, yeah, baby. You know what a man wants.”

“I know what
you
want,” she purred.

Yeah, she did. He liked it rough and raw. No hiding in the dark; no pretending fat-rolls didn’t exist and trying to take the most flattering position. He wanted to fuck.

Donning the fresh condom, he threw her legs over his shoulders and mounted her. He drove a hard pace because she seemed to like that shit as much as he did.

“Bishop, look at me.”

His eyes rose off her bouncing breasts to meet hers. Her soft brown eyes seemed highlighted by an eerie light. Maybe it was from the moon shining in.

Only it was a cloudy night.

He maintained his thrusting pace, so intent on her eyes that he didn’t realize she was talking. Unable to make out the words, he was going to stop to ask her what the fuck she was saying. Did it matter? He didn’t do chatty during sex.

She grabbed both sides of his face so he couldn’t look away. He was dimly aware that her mouth was moving, but the words didn’t make sense. And when they did, they were even more confusing.

“Only me, Bishop. No matter the form I take, only me. Say yes, Bishop.”

If she was asking for his undying love, that’d be a big hell no. He totally believed in true mates and secretly longed for it, knowing there was no mate for him.

“Bishop!”

“What?” Maybe he should cut this shit off but the light grew stronger in her eyes. He came to a stop buried within her.

“Give yourself to me.”

He gave a lazy grin. “I’ve been giving it to you all night, baby.”