Edge of Night (14 page)

Jesus, she wanted him. Shrugging her shoulder sent her bra sliding down her arms to the floor. She didn’t have to look to know her nipples were beaded tight. Heat flowed through her, a rising wave of want that wouldn’t be denied. The craving had plagued her for the past few nights, a need that no one could fulfill the way he could. She let her hands drift up her ribs until she cupped her breasts, a moan escaping her when she touched the sensitive tips.

A low hiss echoed from him, and something wild flashed in his eyes. His hands had curled into fists at his sides, as if to stop himself from reaching out to take over fondling her breasts.

She skated her palms down her stomach and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her pants, but didn’t pull them down.

“Now you,” she whispered.

He arched an eyebrow. “I’m wearing pajamas. I don’t have anything on under this.”

“Neither do I.” She tugged her fly apart just wide enough that he could see she was telling the truth.

His pupils flared, and his chest expanded in a ragged breath. “
Cristo santo,
Erin. You’re trying to kill me.”

Wanton heat pulsed through her, making her ache. She could feel how slick her pussy had grown, her heart-rate and breath sped, and the anticipation of what was to come made her thighs quiver. “Can you think of a better way to go?”

“Not one.” The erection that tented the front of his pajama bottoms stretched even further, and she needed him inside her so badly she thought she might scream. Her sex throbbed, and she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, fuck her so long and hard she forgot every problem in her life. Hell, until she forgot her own name.

She toed off her shoes and kicked them aside. “Last piece off together then?”

Nodding, he kept his gaze glued to her hands as they pushed their pants down. She took him in just as greedily. Muscular legs that stretched on forever, sprinkled with just enough hair to be masculine. His cock curved in a long arc that danced just below his navel. She wanted to slide her tongue over every hot inch of him.

“Take your hair down.” He groaned when she did, the curls tumbling around her shoulders. “
La mia
Bella
. So lovely.”

She held her arms out to him. “Come here.”

He closed the distance between them so fast his movements were a blur. In the space between heartbeats he was on her, slamming his lips down over hers. She shoved her tongue into his mouth as lust boiled. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed as close to him as possible. The feel of his hard body molded to her softer form was enough to rip a moan out of her. So good. Her pussy fisted on nothingness, needing to be filled by him, stretched to the limit. His palms slipped up her sides, then down her back to curl over her ass, lifting her into him, and she wrapped one leg around his.

“I’ve missed your hands on me, Luca,” she whispered, arching into him.

“Yes.” He slid his tongue up the side of her throat until he reached her ear, sucking on the lobe.
“Cara mia
. Erin, Erin. Yes.”

The slight roughness of his chest hair against her nipples made her whimper, her need spiking high. She cupped his buttocks, holding on to him much as he held her. Close, closer. She couldn’t resist skimming a finger between the globes of his ass. He jolted, the muscles in those tight cheeks flexing, and a shudder ran through him.

A chuckle bubbled out of her, and she pressed in to circle her fingertip around the pucker of his anus. “Do you want my fingers inside you, Luca?”

The ragged hiss that came from his mouth was all vampire. She felt his lips open on her throat, the scoring of his fangs, but he didn’t bite. Instead, he flicked his tongue over her skin, kissing his way down until he bent her backward over his arm. Then he suckled her breast, drawing on the nipple hard. She shoved her hands into his hair and twisted her fingers in the silky locks. The edge of his teeth scraped the sensitive flesh, and he swirled around the areola with the very tip of his tongue to soothe the sting.

“Luca,” she gasped. “Please!”

He spun her until she faced the counter and bent her forward over the cool granite. The chill of the stone on her overheated flesh made her breath stop. He crowded in behind her, forcing her legs to part for him. Pinning her hands to the countertop, he trapped her in place. She jerked against his hold but couldn’t break free. Of course not. He was a vampire—far stronger and faster than she could ever imagine.

If she didn’t know down to her bones that he would never harm her, she’d have been terrified. As it was, she turned herself over to the experience. He would make it good for her. She pushed back as much as she could in her pinned position, desperate for more, for him.

“I can feel how you want me, how excited you are, how your heart pounds.” He dropped a kiss to the middle of her back. “No one else has energy this sweet.”

His words just underscored everything she felt, heightened her awareness of her own reactions. The quiver that ran through her muscles, the dampness of her core, the burn of need within her.

“Stay right there,” he whispered. His lips skimmed down her spine, his hands curving around her hips to hold her still. The very tip of his tongue ran down the centerline of her ass, just as her finger had done to his earlier. He nipped at one cheek, kissed the other. The heat of his breath rushed against her skin, and her body tensed in anticipation. His fingers tightened on her flesh, pulling her buttocks apart.

Oh, God. Was he going to—?

She didn’t even finish the question before his tongue slipped in to circle her anus. His left hand moved until it teased her sex, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth over her hardened clit. A short cry burst from her mouth as his tongue and his finger thrust into her, filling both passages in one swift movement.

She stood on tiptoe as pleasure almost too intense to bear pierced her. “Oh God.
Luca
.”

The only response he gave was to continue with exactly what he was doing. He fucked her with his hand and his mouth, his tongue driving into her ass again and again. It was a punch of shock to her system. Of all the sexual acts they’d committed together, he’d never done this before. Dark, forbidden ecstasy streaked through her, and she writhed on the countertop, the hard stone unyielding as Luca held her there, her body trapped in the raw sensations he forced her to experience. His tongue and fingers moved in tandem so that she was always filled by him, taken, possessed. Each time he entered her, her pussy clenched tight, and she pushed herself into him.

Her orgasm was so powerful, spots swam before her eyes. Her inner muscles clenched in waves, but he didn’t let her relax. His face moved away from her, but his fingers kept shoving deep within her.

She heard the scrape of glass on stone and turned her head to see him pulling a bottle of extra virgin olive oil across the counter. She licked her lips. “You’re kidding, right?”

“What?” His chuckle was a truly wicked sound. “You can use it as body oil—why not as lube?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, just drizzled the oil between her buttocks. She shivered at the feeling, and then moaned when his fingers moved up from her pussy to her ass and worked the lubricant into her anus. He added a third and then fourth digit, stretching her past bearing. It was too much and not enough at the same time. She sobbed against the countertop, her breath fogging the marble. Desperate need built within her again, and she rocked her body into his touch.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Erin.” The words were raw, guttural. Nothing like his usual smooth tones.

“Yes!”

His cock probed at her anus, then he slid into her one slow inch at a time. The sensation was pleasure and pain as she struggled to take all of him. He reached around her with his right hand, his fingertips toying with her clit. Her moans mingled with his low groans as he hilted his dick inside of her. He stayed there for long moments to let her adjust to the penetration, grinding his hips against her slightly. The small movements sent heat sparking through her system.

“More. Please, more.”

He withdrew until he almost pulled free of her, then slid back in. He did it again, harder, and her eyes flared wide, her breath choking off. Fuck, it felt good. His hand still played with her clit, his cock stretched her ass, and little mewling cries fell from her mouth every time he filled her. His belly slapped against her ass, the sound echoing obscenely in the kitchen. Her heart pounded, sweat slipping down her skin. Her pussy began clenching every time he plunged into her. She was going to come. Soon, very soon. Climax shivered within her, building and building. The edge of that blissful abyss was so close she could almost touch it.

His tongue flicked against her shoulder, his long fangs scraping her flesh as he kissed her. A shiver coursed down her skin as she waited for him sink his teeth into her. He didn’t. Her brow furrowed. It wasn’t the first time this evening she’d thought he’d sink his fangs into her and he hadn’t. “You’re not going to bite me?”

His chuckle was sardonic, his breath rushing over her sweat dampened skin as he panted for breath. “No, not tonight. After the day I’ve had…not tonight.”

“Okay.” He hadn’t bitten her every time. Less when they’d first started, but after he’d found she liked it, he did it more often. “But I’m really, really close. If you’re not going to bite me, could you—”

“Do this?” He pinched her clit as his thrusts picked up speed and force, ramming her hips into the edge of the kitchen island. She’d be bruised in the morning, but it would be worth it.

She imploded, her body arching to shove her ass back into his penetration, taking him as deep as she could. Her inner muscles fisted tight around him, waves of orgasm crashing over her. Tingles exploded down her limbs, fire and ice that made her sob from the intensity. He rode her through it all, his cock pistoning in and out of her anus while another climax dragged her under.

“Luca!
Luca!
”

A deep vampiric hiss sounded over her, behind her and then his hot come jetted into her ass. Three of his fingers shoved into her pussy, his thumb working her clit as he pumped his cock into her until she came again.

It was too much, far too much. Her eyes rolled back, her knees buckled and dark edged around the corners of her vision.

“Shh, I have you.” His arms cradled her close to his broad chest.

Unconsciousness took her, and she knew no more.

Chapter Six

Something was holding her down. Gasping, she jerked awake only to find Balthasar curled up on her chest. His heavy weight made it difficult to breathe, so she nudged him. He gave a little
prrp
noise and opened one eye, as if he couldn’t believe she would dare disturb him.

“Move or I’m dumping you on the floor, cat.”

Lumbering to his feet, he stepped on her stomach and bladder while arcing in a sinuous stretch that seemed to defy gravity. Then he curled up beside her hip, his head resting on her thigh.

Having Balthasar in bed with her wasn’t that abnormal, but the fact that she wasn’t in her own bed qualified as unusual. The mattress was firmer and the pillowcase didn’t smell like her laundry detergent. Maybe she should have been more concerned about not knowing exactly where she was, but she was too relaxed to care. Stretching her arms over her head, she yawned and blinked in the soft darkness. She was naked and wrapped in a sheet, but there was no one else around except the familiar. Glancing to the empty space beside her, she saw the pillow was dented as if someone had slept there. Vague memories surfaced of what had happened the night before. Someone following her, Balthasar’s protection spell, crazy wild sex with Luca.

This was his bedroom, she realized. Without being aware of it, she’d had her first sleepover at his house.

Light limned the curtains, so it had to be morning, but she couldn’t begin to guess what time it was. She also had no idea where Luca might be. If he’d gone out on a job, he would have left a note on the nightstand, so he had to be in the house.

As if on cue, the bedroom door opened and he padded in on bare feet, wearing nothing but his pajama pants. She swallowed the drool that gathered in her mouth. Dear God, the man was built.

“Good morning.” His voice was still a little rough from sleep, so she had to assume he hadn’t been up long. He held two steaming mugs in his hands, which made her enjoy the view even more.

“Morning.” She tilted her head. “Why’d you put your pants back on?”

His lips quirked. “I went outside to get the mail I haven’t bothered to pick up in three days. I figured the neighbors didn’t want a peep show this early in the morning.”

Arching an eyebrow, she looked his very fine body up and down. “That depends on whether or not the neighbors are female. Or gay.”

He laughed as he crossed the room toward her. “Thank you, I think.”

“Just being honest, hot stuff.”

He sat down on the side of the bed, offering her one of the cups. “I believe I promised you some of this last night.”

The rich scent of coffee curled into her nostrils and she hummed in pleasure. Taking one mug, she sat up. She sipped at the strong brew. “Nice.”

“Yes, it is.” His free hand curved over her naked breast, his thumb moving over the nipple in lazy circles. Languid heat spread through her, and her body stirred to life with a craving that was never far from the surface whenever he was near. The need hadn’t sharpened to a desperate edge yet, but it would.