EcstasyEntwined (2 page)

Any remaining thoughts vanished as fresh want pulsed in her
belly and drenched her pussy. She didn’t want to lose Gregory as a friend, but
she didn’t want to miss out on this new experience either. Caught in the
confusing mix of lust and trepidation, she almost missed his impatient
question.

“Done?”

Biting her lip, she slid into bed, the slide of cool covers
providing an erotic contrast to her heated skin. “Yes.”

“My cock is stiff. I’m wrapping my hand around the head,
imagining the slick feel of your mouth. I need to be inside you.”

The eagerness in his voice, the confidence and the raw
passion in his words, increased the tempo of her heartbeat. She spread her legs
and squirmed, a buzz of arousal gnawing at her, pulling her in, drowning her.
Sweat beaded on her upper lip as her thighs trembled with need. He’d barely
started. “Oh!”

“But not so soon. I first need you to touch yourself.”

No
. She needed his words, the rasp of his breath and
his low growls to chase away her lingering nightmares. She could pleasure
herself anytime, even though her hands and toys barely did the trick anymore.
“I don’t—”

“I want you to cup those gorgeous tits for me.”

Unable to stop herself from obeying his command, she trailed
a hand over her chest. Her breasts weren’t large, and she skimmed their sides.
Goose bumps erupted on her skin. He’d be able to cup them easily in his palms.
Would his hands be rough and calloused? Or manicured? A faint shiver racked her
frame.

“Can you feel how soft the skin is? Like velvet, topped with
juicy raisins.”

Her nipples puckered, resembling his description. She ran
her palm over them and they hardened further. They’d never been this sensitive
before.
Wow
. “Yes.”

He grunted. “Hell! I wish I were there, suckling them,
pinching them, until you climaxed with just my mouth on your tits. I’m so hard,
I’d likely explode out of my own skin with the merest touch.”

She gave a shaky nod, barely able to focus, let alone
realize he couldn’t see her through the phone. His body would be sleek, muscled
and rippling with his harsh breaths. His eyes, probably the color of melted
chocolate, would be heavy-lidded with need. His erection would rest against his
belly, a steel rod under deliciously smooth skin.

“I’m rolling a dusky nipple between my thumb and forefinger
and running my tongue along your other breast. The scent of your arousal is
driving me mad, beckoning me below.”

Imagining his pre-cum beading on the head made her salivate
with need to taste the alluring drop from her imagination. Better yet… “I need
you in me.”

“Not yet. First, I want to taste you, drive you senseless
until you’re dripping wet. And when I’ve pushed you to the skies, I’ll give you
what you want. You okay?”

“Yes. Please. Soon.” Her own moan triggered her into a
flurry of well-practiced motions. She tugged her breasts until her nipples
reddened, each touch an electric jolt. She trembled and ventured below. To the
soft curls hiding her drenched core. “I’m aching to be filled here.”

“Where?”

She moaned. “You know.”

“Maybe.” His voice was a hoarse rasp. “But I need you to
tell me.”

Elena paused, her desire for the forbidden warring with her
inherent caution. The desire won, hands down. “My sex—my pussy.”

His low groan was so worth it. “My fingers are there,
opening you up. Touch your pussy. Now.”

Even before his growl, she’d dipped two digits into her
soaking sex, pressing her clit. She gave a soft scream of surprise when myriad
sensations gripped her at once.

“You’re moaning, almost nearing your peak. I’m hanging there
by a thin thread. Trying to hold on until you come, before I lose myself in
you. Come for me, sweet.”

She imagined him, sinews roping his sleek arms, struggling
for control, gritting his teeth. Pulling him atop, she’d tease his hard length
before he’d hold her still, clutch her hips and drive into her. Pressure built
and blood thrummed in her veins. She groaned as the ball of tension curled
tight and abruptly burst into pleasure, consuming her until she didn’t know if
she screamed his name or he screamed hers.

She couldn’t get her breath back, and his equally ragged
ones filled the phone. “Please don’t stop now, Gregory. I want all of you
inside me.”

Chapter Two

“Of course, my sweet. Yes. Take me in.”

Greg fisted his cock, imagining pushing into her gripping
warmth. Her parted lips begged him to take her mouth, but later.
Later.
He needed her too much to distract himself with her pouting assets. Her breasts
bounced with his punishing thrusts and he shuddered, the pleasure and pain
morphing into one.

“I’m pounding into you, unable to control myself. It might
hurt, sweet, but I’m unable to stop. I—Fuck.”

“Gregory!”

Her scream coincided with his mindless grunt. Stomach
muscles tensed, clenched and then vibrated with tension. He didn’t stop.
Couldn’t. His hand blurred, and only when he imagined her tightness rippling
around him, pulsing in orgasm, did he let go. Warm jets of semen splashed over
his desk and chair, a few drops hitting his shirt. He shuddered, trying to
control his breath, sweat pouring off his face.

Whoa!
His heart still raced with surprise and more.
He’d never, ever done such a thing in his lifetime. The roar of blood in his
ears accentuated his pleasure multifold, wringing the last drop of his come
until he sagged into his chair. It took more than a few seconds to get his
breathing normal.

Why didn’t he hear her? His heart skipped a beat and picked
up full speed.

“Elena. You still there?”

“I—Oh. I feel like awesomeness personified. I’m melted
here.”

Her giggle and shortness of words shot straight to his
semi-hard cock, which stirred again.

Control yourself, dammit.

Reality sneaked in. Her cries and whispers drove him crazy.
No woman, siren or otherwise, had induced him to lose control as if he were a
horny teenager, nor had any brought the darkest part of him to the surface.

Need sank its claws into him, laughing, mocking his attempts
at not getting close to anyone for centuries. He needed to be inside her and
soon. Before his bloodlust added to the already tightening want.

For all their intimacy, she hadn’t given her last name.

His throat dry, he made his last move. He didn’t normally
use his influence, but he couldn’t look closely at why he broke all his rules
with her. His thrall would,
should
make her answer. “Lena.”

“Yes?” Excitement laced her tone. Was she hoping for another
round? Did she want him as much as he needed her?

Maybe it was the right time to put his deduction to the
test. “Sweetheart, tell me your address.”

Whoosh.
The click of the phone was the only sound he
got in response.

“Damn.” Greg bit his tongue and swallowed the remaining
colorful phrases. Plucking a couple of tissues from his desk, he wiped up the
mess he’d made.

His cock still pulsed from the aftermath of his phone sex.

A hand job often cooled him down for the time it took to
find his next willing partner for blood. Never had he combined his need to feed
and his lust together. Tonight his fangs refused to recede and his erection
still seemed hard enough to drill walls.

Holy shit!
He needed to find her before his bloodlust
amped up even more than what it was.

His mind whirred back to their first interaction. He’d sat,
as always, through the night shift, and as the boss of his company, his
schedule was his alone. Flicking through the calls, he’d been monitoring a few
and jotting notes. The devil lay in the details, and to succeed, he needed to
be perfect in whatever he did or had to do with the changing technology. He
didn’t have any concrete way to figure out how to separate the humans from the
others who called his helpline, but his cautiousness born out of experience
helped him run this business on the side, giving help for immortals who needed
to connect. He’d stayed aloof, an observer in his own world.

Her voice, so soft and yet so sad, snapped something in him,
made him want things he’d never imagined. He’d cut in and taken over from his
employee. By the time he’d disconnected the call, he’d given her his personal
number to call back anytime. Which probably was, in hindsight, the most foolish
thing he’d ever done. He didn’t regret listening to his gut.

She’d resisted at first, but in a few weeks, she’d called
again. Since then, he lived for those few measly minutes every week, sporting a
hard-on at the end of each of their conversations, and had never been happier.
As if he’d gotten a new lease on his meaningless life.

Why hadn’t he demanded her address right off the bat?

The obvious answer glared at him. He hadn’t intended to
scare her away. If he didn’t get to her soon, he might lose his rapidly
thinning hold on sanity.

He reached out to open the blinds.

The breathtaking night view of New York from the twenty-fifth
floor usually infused him with calm. Tonight he couldn’t get past the hammering
urge to investigate every light in the city to find out which one was hers.

He paced his spacious office, questions crashing in his
mind. Why the hell hadn’t his thrall worked? The simple fact that she’d hung up
made him question if his influence had worked at all during their conversation,
when he’d started to seduce her in an attempt to distract her before everything
backfired in his face.

Why wasn’t he surprised?

As a siren, she’d probably possess a natural immunity to his
voice. Which meant whatever transpired between them was because she wanted him.
As much as he wanted her? He couldn’t wait to find out.

When would she call again? Next week? Never? He couldn’t wait
seven minutes, let alone seven days.

When he’d opened the helpline division of his call center,
he’d promised anonymity to his callers. He now cursed the signal scramblers,
both wired and wireless, that he’d installed in the office.

How could he find her? He shoved a hand through his hair,
sorting through his minimal options.

Centuries ago, vampires had tried to live together in
colonies, keyword being
tried
. When humans had gotten wind of them, all
hell had broken loose. Survival became the highest priority. The remaining
handful of them had spread out, living alone, hiding in plain sight for the
most part. Braving what they could to help others, but remaining under the
radar. Strictly nothing social between any of them to attract any untoward
attention. Though contacting one wouldn’t be risky.

He shook his head and made his decision. Desperate times did
call for desperate measures. Elena was worth breaking a few cardinal rules for.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he picked up the
phone, calling the only other vampire who could help with his situation.
Leon—the one with connections to hell and beyond.

His friend answered on the first ring.

Greg took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I need a
favor.”

* * * * *

Oh God!
What had she done?

Hadn’t she shied away from everyone because sooner or later
they fell under her spell? So far, that hadn’t happened over the phone though.

The phone sex proved she couldn’t hide behind technology
anymore.

What on earth had she been thinking? She hadn’t. That was
just the first one among the long list of things she’d done wrong with Gregory.
She let out a frustrated sigh.

Over the telephone, she couldn’t harm anyone. Hadn’t charmed
anyone until now. As a freelancing graphic designer, running her business from
home and filling her life with comfortable, yet fulfilling routine, she hadn’t
needed a man in a long, long time.

Hell, who was she kidding?

Knowing what she was hadn’t diminished her yearning for the
one thing she couldn’t have—a normal relationship.

Tonight’s phone sex had been fabulous, but the moment he’d
for asked more details, she’d balked. Not because she thought him too forward,
but because she was afraid. Afraid for his life. Afraid of inviting him over to
her place. If he’d insisted, she’d have told him her entire history—from the
era she was born to the color of her sensible undergarments. In addition, she’d
have begged him to make love to her. Take control of both her mind and body
until she could stop thinking and give herself to the passion coursing through
her.

Speaking of which, she realized she still pulsed in the wake
of her earlier climax.

Elena closed her eyes and burrowed into the covers to escape
the intense throb between her thighs. The soft duvet abraded her flushed skin
and she shivered in spite of the balmy heat inside the bedroom. Her nipples
still tingled where she’d pinched them earlier. She touched one hardened peak
and her sex clenched with need.

She trembled and balled her hands into fists. The bedside
drawer beckoned and her core throbbed again.

Damn.

With her body betraying her at every turn, she wasn’t going
to sleep until she used her dildo to knock some pleasure into her. She moved
the duvet aside and pulled the bottom drawer open. An assortment of toys, both
battery operated and otherwise, met her frenzied stare.

How had she ended up having such a variety?

As if you don’t know.

Since a man couldn’t satiate her healthy appetite for sex,
she’d turned to inanimate objects. From wooden phalluses to the latest
butterfly vibrator, her collection winked back at her.

They were her only vice, or so she’d convinced herself every
time she’d ordered one more.

She eyed the one closest to her reach—a regular vibrator
with an almost flesh-like appearance. Wrapping her fingers over the silicone,
she picked it up and grimaced at the lack of heat.

She needed something to rev her engines, not something
necessarily warm.
Right?

Not bothering with an answer, she switched on the battery
and the familiar purr skittered along her nerves. Excitement grew and her body
readied itself. Good. At least she could get one thing over with and settle for
the night. Her mind was a different matter altogether.

She eased back on the pillows, spreading her legs and
allowing the cold length to massage along her thighs, inching closer to her
clit.

With her free hand, she plumped up her breasts and tweaked
her nipples. Her core clenched at the first touch from her old friend and she
closed her eyes.

Gregory’s sexy voice washing over her imagination, she eased
the vibrator into her dripping folds.

Sighing in satisfaction, she removed the hard length and
inserted it again. And again. Her clit thrummed with need and she lifted her
hips to give the rocking motion required to catapult her senses to the skies.
She inched closer and closer, but though her body grew taut with anticipation
and her every nerve stood at attention, she couldn’t take flight. Twisting to
her side, she changed the angle of penetration and the vibrator eased farther
up.

Her thighs trembled and she tensed, waiting for the peak
that eluded her again. She scrunched her eyes, pushing harder, and waited.

Sweat pooled on her lips and between her breasts, adding to
her impatience. She’d become adept at pleasuring herself, but try as she might,
the vibrator didn’t cut it.

Double darn!

Resisting the urge to smash something, she pulled out the
dildo and flung it across the room. Eternity was too long a time to spend
alone, but damn if she was losing control like that ever again.

Pulling the covers over herself, she scrunched her eyes
shut, willing sleep to come.

* * * * *

Elena huddled into the trench coat, pushing through the
Friday evening crowds, not pausing until she reached her favorite haunt. The
warm, enticing smells of coffee and cookies wafting from the place made her
drool, jerking her inside from the wet, cold evening.

She smiled at the waitress behind the counter. Her skin
prickled with sudden awareness a mere second before a velvety voice came from
behind.

“A gingerbread latté with extra whipped cream for the lady,
please.”

She whipped sideways to face the man who’d plucked her
choice out of thin air, ignoring the goose bumps rising on her skin.

“Oh, and an extra large apple cinnamon muffin too,” he added
with a devastating smile, first at her and then to the waitress taking their
order. The very pregnant woman stared open-mouthed, flushing beet red before
fumbling in a hurry to get the items.

Who the heck did he think he was? Instincts screamed at her
to run, but she raised her head and faced his enigmatic stare, not hiding her
displeasure. “Thanks! But I can very well place my own order.”

Her brain instructed her to shut up. Too late. Horrified at
her sudden slip, she waited for his expression to turn into one of lust.

To her surprise, he scowled. “Never implied you couldn’t.”

She snapped her mouth shut when she took a good hard look at
the male who’d interrupted her
me
time. Was he some sort of mind reader?
She wouldn’t have been more surprised if he’d stepped out from the glossy pages
of a celebrity magazine. Feeling dowdy in comparison in her well-worn jeans and
blouse, she fiddled with the buttons, hesitating to remove her coat in spite of
the warm air surrounding them. The feral magnetism emanating from him put her
senses on high alert. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, electrified.
What—

Watching her studying him, he narrowed his eyes. “You don’t
recognize me.”

Recognize?

In his suit, he should have been out of place in this
informal crowd, but with his broad shoulders, confident demeanor and piercing
brown-black eyes, he looked as if he owned this coffee shop. His high nose and
aristocratic cheekbones had her drooling and the lingering wariness soon
morphed into a churning pool of sizzling sensations.

He oozed sex from every pore, and she couldn’t help but be
drawn in. Her breath caught and her heart slowed before galloping at full
speed. Dark hair fell on his forehead, adding to the shadows on his face, and
his eyes glinted in the cozy semi-darkness.