Ensnared: A Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance (4 page)

“Star.”

Just my name, spoken against my neck and nothing more…and
yet it set tingles racing up and down my body.

I angled my head further to the side and he murmured, “
Oui
.
That’s it,
ma petite
.”

I felt a slight prick. I sucked in a breath—and then
relaxed. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt good. Really, really good.

I moaned and closed my eyes as Remy lapped at the small wound.
He sucked harder. I gasped and gripped his thighs as pleasure seared through me.

He muttered something in French against my skin and slid a
hand down to stroke my mound through the thin cotton skirt. At the same time he
undid the front clasp of my bra so that he could play with my nipples.

My back arched. I dug my fingers into his thighs. This was
nothing like I’d expected. My fear evaporated and all I wanted was more. Remy
stroked his hands down my body, arousing me even further with slow, deliberate
caresses.

He was hard against my lower back. I instinctively wriggled
against him, but he placed a hand on my hip to stop me.

“
Non
.” A single clipped syllable that made me still.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Fuck no.” That was English and very clear.

He spun me around to face him. His eyes glowed in the dim
light, the black almost completely obliterated by that silver-blue. I gulped, very
aware I was alone with a vampire.

“You read the contract, yes? It states clearly that I’m the
one in charge.”

“I suppose so.” I didn’t want to admit that I’d barely read
it. And besides, he’d made that clear enough in the alley—although hadn’t we
agreed that part was negotiable?

“Just remember that, and we’ll be fine.”

I moved a shoulder, too aroused to debate the point. Remy’s
gaze flicked to my bare breasts, reminding me that my shirt was wide open while
he was still fully dressed.

I pulled the placket closed over my chest. “So what do you
want me to do?”

“Why don’t we start by taking this off.” He tugged my hands
from the shirt and pulled it off me, then tossed it on a nearby chair. “Now the
rest,” he said. He crossed his arms and waited, expressionless.

Ah. I understood now. He wanted to keep this all business.
To maintain his own cool even while he drove me wild with pleasure.

Okay, Monsieur-the-Count. Game on.

I kicked off my heels and pulled off my skirt, then undid my
bra and dropped it on the floor.

Meanwhile, Remy shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it
over the back of a chair without taking his gaze from me.

My hands went to my boy-cut briefs—white with pink polka
dots because they made me smile—and he stilled in the act of unbuttoning his shirt.

Ha.
I perched on the edge of the mattress and set my
hands behind me so that my breasts angled upward. I might be prey, but that
didn’t mean I had to be a rabbit. This prey was going to use every weapon at
her disposal.

Remy’s breath hissed in. I was average height, with nice
curves—high, round breasts and hips to match. I didn’t work out, but I walked
or biked everywhere, so my legs were toned. For whatever reason, men found me
sexy. Hell, guys had been coming onto me since I was seventeen and finally
escaped my father.

But this was different. Remy was freaking worshipping me with
his eyes. His gaze lingered on my breasts and my nipples hardened into tight
points.

I fought not to blush. Somehow, I had a feeling a vampire
would enjoy that a little too much.

“Get into bed.” His voice was low, intense.

I pulled down the comforter and, still in those silly
polka-dot briefs, sat cross-legged on sheets that looked like cotton but were
as soft as silk.

 Remy stripped off his shirt. It was my turn to stare. This
was no pale, bloodless vampire. The man had the body of a god—broad shoulders
and a hard abdomen that tapered to a flat belly. Dark hair dusted his chest and
arrowed down to disappear beneath his waistband right above the hard ridge
tenting his pants.

He dragged off his shoes and pants, followed by boxer briefs.
His cock jutted proudly at me from a nest of black hair.

My heart gave a hard thump.

This was really happening. I was a vampire’s blood courtesan.

For the next month, this man pretty much owned me.

I looked back up at Remy’s face. For an endless moment we
stared at each other. Then he said, “Lie down.”

There may have been a light compulsion in his voice. I don’t
know. All I knew was that I wanted this as much as he did—and that scared me as
much as anything.

I eased myself back on the pillows. He moved so quick that I
blinked and he was on the bed next to me, gazing down with eyes that shone like
the moon in winter.

He crawled over me. One hand fisted in my hair, holding me
still as he brought his mouth to my throat. With his other hand, he jerked my
briefs down to my thighs. I lifted my hips and he dragged them the rest of the
way off without lifting his head from my neck.

He inhaled deeply.

“This,” he gritted against my skin. “This is what I’ve
wanted ever since I first scented you. I just can’t decide where to taste you
first. Here?”—he touched my neck with his teeth—“or here?” His fingers slid
between my thighs to where I was hot and wet for him.

I whimpered. It was too much, too fast. “Remy, I—”

“What, Star? What do you want? Tell me.”

I moved my head from side to side against the mattress. “I
don’t know.”

His mouth went to my breast. He took my nipple between his
teeth and nipped.

Sensation streaked down my spine. From somewhere far away, I
heard myself moan. “Oh, God, oh God.”

Remy spoke over my broken muttering. “Beg me, Star.” He slid
his fingers into me and nipped my other nipple.

I clenched my teeth.
Beg?
I didn’t think so. Contract
or no, I wasn’t giving any man that kind of power.

He pulled his fingers out and stroked me, teasing my most
sensitive tissue with a sure touch. My eyes shut so I could savor it.

It was amazing…and then it wasn’t enough.

I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. “Beg me,
Star.” He drew a slow circle around my clitoris. “Say please.”

“That’s not in the contract.” It was a shot in the dark, but
he nodded.

“You’re right. It’s not. But there’s nothing about you
getting pleasure, either.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

He just smiled. The candlelight flickered over his face. He
looked impossibly beautiful—a dark, sexy demon.

Okay.
I definitely should’ve paid more attention to
that damned contract.

“Beg me.” Hot, compelling words in the shadows.

“Angelique”—I gasped as he dragged his finger over a perfect
spot—“said it tastes better if the woman is willing.”

“Ah, but you are willing,
ma petite
. Don’t you know I
can scent your desire? It’s intoxicating. Women are like wine to us, and you
are a very dark, very dry red.”

His teeth touched my neck again. This time, I thought I knew
what was coming. I closed my eyes and waited, but he went deeper, harder.

Heat exploded through me, a fireball of pleasure that set
every nerve in my body alight. I sucked in a breath—and broke.

“All right, damn you. Please. Please touch me. I’ll say
anything you want, just—”

He chuckled darkly against my neck, but lower down, his
fingers were working magic—sliding in and out of my needy passage, teasing my
clit. I pushed my hips up and he murmured, “Slow down,
chérie
. No need
to hurry. We have hours yet.”

“Mm.” I ignored him to rotate my hips against those talented
fingers.

He halted and gazed down at me sternly. “What did we agree?”

I scowled. “You’re in charge, damn it.”

His lips twitched. I knew he was laughing at me, but I
didn’t care. It had been a long time and if he was going to sink his teeth into
me, the least he could do was make me come first.

He lifted his head and took my mouth with long, drugging
kisses. His body settled between my thighs, and I could feel the hard length of
him pressing against my damp sex. I twisted, trying to get closer to him, but
he lifted off me.

I whimpered. “Please don’t tease me anymore.”

He brushed a kiss over my mouth. “Shh,” he said. “Trust me,
ma
petite
. Can you do that?”

When I gave a jerky nod, he kissed me again and moved lower,
kissing my belly, my damp curls. One long finger slid into me, stroking the
delicate flesh while his tongue circled my clit. I speared my fingers in his
hair and pulled him closer, forgetting he’d told me not to, but he allowed it,
intent on what he was doing.

He flicked his tongue over my clit and I gasped. Tension
coiled in me. I writhed restlessly on the sheets.

He nipped me gently and I jerked. My flesh was so hot, so
swollen, that the tiny pain amped up the heat to an almost unbearable level.

He gave a last long lick and then lifted his head.

I groaned. “Please…”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”
God yes.

He crawled up my body and nudged my thighs apart. Long, powerful
hands cupped my face. I could smell the sex on his fingers, salty and arousing.

“Open to me, Star.” His fangs gleamed in the dim light. “Let
me in.”

My heart raced. I felt a last twinge of fear even as I
obediently placed my feet on the mattress and bent my knees.

He slid inside, slow and easy. And Lord, it felt good.

I sucked in a breath and clenched around him, and he
muttered something approving in French.

Still deep inside me, he brought his mouth to my neck. One
hand fisted in my hair, drawing my head gently but firmly back so that my
throat was exposed.

I gripped his arms and squeezed my eyes shut. This was it.
Somehow I knew it would make everything that had happened before pale in
comparison. But I wasn’t afraid anymore. Wary, yes—but not afraid—and so
aroused I was trembling with it.

“Remy,” I whispered. “Remy.”

“Easy.” He smoothed his hands down my quivering body.
“Easy.” And then he sank his teeth into me—hard.

I gasped and arched my back as sensation shot through me.

He suckled strongly, sending another punch of pleasure
arrowing to my thighs.

 I made a sound somewhere between awe and amazement and
wrapped my arms and legs around him.

He gave a grunt of satisfaction, withdrew partly from me and
then thrust inside me. I was so sensitized that I came a little right then, but
the man was just getting started. He began to move, slow and firm and perfect,
angling himself to hit just the right spot.

And all the time, he was doing those magical things to my
throat. With each suck, pleasure burst in me like mini-fireworks. I moaned and dug
my fingers into the heavy muscles of his back.

His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he fed
from me, the other hand clamping on my bottom as he thrust harder.

He took one last hard suck and then withdrew his teeth from
my neck, even though he continued to lick and kiss me there. “That’s enough for
now,” he muttered.

I realized he was taking care not to take too much blood,
and something in me melted. Because he didn’t have to take care of me—I was at
his mercy. That much I remembered from the contract: as long as I was alive at
the end of the month, he’d have fulfilled his part of the bargain.

Remy brought a hand between our bodies to swirl his fingers
over my clit. “Come for me,” he said against my throat.

“Yes, yes,” I murmured. Then I squeezed tight around him and
screamed out his name as the fireworks went up in a raw, wild display.

Remy thrust a few more times, hard and fast and rough. Then
he threw back his head, and with a groan, pushed so deep I could feel him to
the base of my spine. He stilled, pulsing inside me.

“
La sainte mère
.” A quiet murmur against my face. His
weight pressed me into the mattress, heavy and warm. Then the pressure eased as
he levered himself off me and turned onto his back. “Thank you, my dear.”

I dragged in a breath, one arm over my head and legs still
splayed open, and sent him an incredulous look. The man had given me the best
climax of my life, and he was thanking
me
.

But I simply murmured, “No problem,” because it was to my
benefit to have Remy de la Lune grateful to me.

At least that’s what I told myself. And that’s the reason I
gave myself for rolling onto my side and stroking a hand down his taut abdomen.

He shifted and slid his arm under my shoulders. I rested my
head in the warm hollow of his shoulder and petted his chest, his stomach,
enjoying how the muscles tensed beneath my fingers.

“I thought you’d be ice cold,” I murmured.

“I can control my body temperature.”

“I like it.” I snuggled closer. Something primitive in me took
comfort from his heat. It had been a long time since anyone had held me. My
hand crept lower, exploring.

 “That’s it,” he said against my hair. “Touch me.”

He was still half erect. I encircled his cock with my hand.
He was hot and sticky from sex. I played my fingers up and down, watching as he
started to lengthen.

He remained silent, but I glanced up to find him watching me
through glittering eyes, the blue less now, but still startling.

“How long does it take a vamp to recover?”

“Not long.”

I squeezed.

“Suck me, Star.” A quiet order.

I smiled to myself and brought my thumb to the flushed cap.
“Is that in the contract?” I asked as I smoothed my thumb over it.

He growled. “The hell with the contract.”

“So it’s not.”

“
Non
. Not those words. You are mine for this month.
You can’t refuse me sex, or the right to drink from you, but you can refuse any
acts you find unpleasant.”