Immortal Distraction (16 page)

He was already hard and ready to devour her pussy, but her legs were shaking and he could hear her heart pounding furiously. When he stood, he reached for her hand and pulled it to his cock as he used her palm to caress the shaft and closed her hand around him. “Yes I am.” She didn’t argue this time, and as he took her hand and led her to the walk in shower and warmth of the hot water, she followed compliantly as she inhaled and exhaled a deep breath.

He held her in his arms under the hot jets of the shower, and her head sank to his chest as he closed his arms around her. His erection was high between their bodies and pulsing in need. When she pulled back after a few minutes, it was to study him. She reached for his lips, and pushed his top lip up tentatively. Her brow wrinkled as she studied, but his teeth were retracted and there was nothing of interest to see. “I know what I saw.” Her gaze met his again.

“Touch my cock. Stroke me.” Her eyes narrowed. “You want to see what the hunt does to me? It’s the same thing as your touch does to me. Now wrap your hand around my cock before I find another way to get aroused.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat as she stared, and she reached down.

The moment he felt her touch, his jaw ached, and he dropped his head back as the water beat down on his chest. He could feel his teeth pushing and protracting into his mouth, and his lurching gasps gave away just how quickly she could affect him. His stomach muscles were clenching and twitching as she stroked up and down on his length. The wound in his side stabbed pain through his gut every time his muscles clenched, but he pushed it away, focusing instead on her hand. When he looked back at her again, her eyes were already bulging and her mouth was dropped open at the sight of his teeth. But it didn’t stop her from stroking his erection.

His lips were parted slightly, and he knew that only the tips would be easily seen, and when she lifted her free hand to his mouth, he let her push his lip up exposing the length of his sharp canines. She gasped and blinked her eyes furiously. She paused her hand on his cock, and as she stared, mesmerized or perhaps just shocked, her grip tightened around him to the point of pain. “Brit … fuck, Brit. You’ve got to ease up, love.” She let go of him instantly, and her eyes flashed to his. Shock was definitely it.

She lifted her now unoccupied hand to his mouth and touched the tooth. She was treading into dangerous territory. He pulled her hands from his mouth, holding them in his. “Careful. They’re venomous.” He was trying to keep her calm, not knowing just how well she was handling it. “Come to bed with me.” But she stood rooted where she was without moving. “Very well. We’ll make love here.”

When he pushed her up against the wall, she didn’t stop him. His hand moved to her sex and he pried and delved until she was moaning and panting. “Put your hands above your head.” He continued to tickle and toy with her sensitive skin, but she didn’t comply. When he found her eyes and cocked his head to the side, she shook her head. His lips found her ear. “Submit to me.” It was a seductive whisper that sent a very visible shiver through her body.

“No.” He could barely hear the rejection over the shower as she whispered on a terrified breath. He knew she was frightened. “I’m not into that … stuff. I’m not interested in BDSM or … or…” Her voice was trembling, and he pulled back to take in her expression. Still fear.

He watched her eyes as she spoke quietly, plucking gently at her sex with every word he spoke. “Nor am I. Entirely too theatrical for my taste. And I’d never want to touch that assertive fire of yours. I enjoy it far too much, and you’ve worked entirely too hard for it. But I am a man, and I want you to let me be a man. I’ll give you all the control you need in life, but not of me. When it’s just the two of us, you let me lead. You won’t regret it; I think you know that at this point. And you should know by now I won’t hurt you, regardless of the monster you may think I am.” He grazed lightly over the lips of her sex as she trembled. He kissed the corner of her mouth where the tissue tear still smelled of fresh blood. He dipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her, and then he trailed his lips lightly back to her ear again. “Now put your hands above your head.”

It was slow, hesitant, but she eventually complied, and once her hands were up, he held them gently against the wall with one hand. “Thank you, Brit. Is your shoulder comfortable?” She nodded, and he continued. He used his free hand to trail lightly across her skin from her neck to her nipple. He licked and laved the hardened peak with his tongue while he caressed farther down her body. He parted the lips of her vagina as he watched her face. There was no hiding her arousal from him, but he was more concerned about the fear she might be hiding in her mind.

He lifted her leg and planted her foot on the corner bench built into the large custom tile shower. Her spread legs opened up the lips of her cunt to his prying fingers, and he slid his middle finger into her body as she groaned. He thrust as she panted. “More?” She whispered her response against his neck as he pushed a second finger into her hot passage. Her muscles were gripping his fingers as he pushed and pulled them from her body. “More?” He held his fingers buried inside her as her muscles clenched tight around him.

She whimpered, but didn’t answer. Angus pulled back to find her eyes. And when he found her staring startled at him, he nodded slowly and she did too. Her body was wet and aroused, and when he pulled his two fingers from her, they were slippery with her cum. He worked three fingers of his hand in slowly, folding them together. He held her hands firmly in place above her head, and when the fingertips pushed deeper and his fingers widened, she cried out, and he watched her face. He was stretching her tightness, but the moment he stilled his fingers, she pushed down against him, sinking further over his fingers. She took him nearly to his knuckles, and she started groaning and rolling her hips against his fingers. He pulled and pushed into her as she pushed down to meet his movements, and soon her entire body was trembling, her stomach was clenching tight, and her pussy muscles were gripping him as he thrust.

As her knees gave way when her orgasm swept through her, he pulled his fingers from her body and pushed his body up against hers to pin her securely to the wall. She buried her head to his chest, panting. “Too much?”

She shook her head still panting, and he chuckled. She was so fucking cute when she wasn’t arguing or trying to handle him. Hell, she was cute even when she was trying to call the shots. He pulled back from her body, leaning down and kissing her before speaking again. “On your knees, love.” She took a deep breath, and he loosened his hold on her hands as she slid down the wall and knelt in front of him. He moved her hands to his chest, pinning them to his pecs with his hands.

She took no coaxing to lean to his hard cock and slide her lips over the head. It was the first time she’d taken him in her mouth, and it was more ecstasy than he thought he could handle. He watched her lips distend as she sank over his length and pulled back out. Her hands jerked against his chest in her desire to touch him, but he held her hands clasped to his chest, forcing her to use just her mouth. When she pulled her mouth from his cock, she reached her tongue to stroke up the underside of his penis, tracing the peak of skin that led to his slit and the precum that was dribbling from him.

She licked it away before pushing her mouth back over the head. But she went no further than that. She circled the head with her tongue as she sucked, and he groaned loud at the torment. When he started pushing his hips into her mouth, she held still, opened up, and let him fuck her face. Her hands still twitched against his chest occasionally when she wanted to break free and touch, but he gently thrust and she sucked until he was groaning and ready to lose his mind.

At the last moment, he released her hands and she touched. She cupped his tight testicles in one hand as her other wrapped around the base of his shaft. It sent him into an incredible orgasm that unleashed in pulsing spasms. He cried out her name, unable to stifle it as she stroked and sucked him through the waves of pleasure that pulsed and poured out of him into her mouth.

When she stood, he lunged for her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself. His teeth were still protracted, but so long as it was his tongue in her mouth and not the other way around, they were safe, and he dipped and delved into her silken warmth. Then finally, he released her mouth, stood back, and allowed her to bathe. He watched as she shampooed her hair, and as she ran the bar of soap he handed her over her skin, lathering her hands and used the soapy palms of her hands to wash her skin. He studied her every move, enjoying the way she touched her body.

When she reached for his body, he pushed off the wall. She soaped up his chest and ran her sudsy fingers over every inch of his front side. He was hard again by the time she reached his dick, and she washed it, gently running her fingers over his skin there as well. When she soaped up his hands and arms, she spoke. “My back?” He nodded slightly as he wrapped his arms around her and started rubbing and massaging the back of her shoulders. She mimicked his movements with her own hands, reaching to his back. When he moved down, she did too. When he reached her lower back and ran his hands in large circles that dipped down over the tops of her round bottom cheeks, her hands did the same. She bit her lower lip as he smirked at her. Apparently nearly dying made the girl playful.

He moved lower, knowing she’d follow with her own hands. He groped and squeezed the tight muscles of her buttocks and he hummed as he watched her eyes. The soap was now washed away from their hands by the shower, but this had ceased to have anything to do with getting clean. When he slipped his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, he knew exactly what he was getting into. She followed his lead, caressing between his cheeks, and when he lightly rubbed over the puckered skin of her anus, she became the first women ever to touch him in such a way. And he fell apart.

He groaned at the intimacy of her finger running gently over his anus, and she did too. He paused, waiting, contemplating exactly what he was considering doing. He met her challenging smirk again. She was daring him with her eyes, and as he shook his head slightly, she spoke. “You sure you want to go there?”

He studied her for a moment longer before he responded. “Oh, yeah.” And then he pushed … and she did too.

Chapter 15

When Brit woke the next morning, she was alone. She stared at the high ceiling above her. It helped little in terms of sorting her brain out, but it was peaceful and warm in bed, and her memories of the night before were too intoxicating not to give second thought to.

He had groaned loudly, and she’d felt his cock twitching against her stomach as she thrust gently into his bottom. She couldn’t stifle her own moans of pleasure as he worked his finger in and out of her anus. Every time he pushed, she did as well, and every time he pulled, she did too. It went on endlessly and she eventually dropped her head to his chest, and he nuzzled into her neck.

When he finally pulled his finger from her body, she followed. After they’d finished bathing, he’d lifted her to straddle his hips and carried her to bed. He grabbed a towel on his way, and muttered in her ear, “If you think I’m going to be gentle after that, it’s not going to happen.” And it didn’t—he wasn’t. But even in his pounding force, he was careful and controlled. His gaze never left hers if he could help it, and he watched, so intent on seeing her every reaction to him. She loved his strength; his confidence picked up where hers failed her, and it left her feeling his strength.

There was a softness to him, and a care and compassion she didn’t expect. It was new to Brit. She wasn’t stupid enough to think her life hadn’t lacked it. She knew how pathetic her existence had been up to this point.

And more than anything, it left her confused. And content.

He wasn’t human, at least not entirely so. There was no escaping the fact. But fact or no, it wasn’t a fact that could be known without jeopardizing him. Hell, it wasn’t a fact that could be known without jeopardizing her as well. Brit didn’t relish the thought of living the remainder of her life in the loony bin. It was where her mother deserved to be, not Brit. Or did she? Was she really okay thinking … knowing that such beings as he existed in the world?

He killed people to survive. He must, and though the topic hadn’t been discussed, it couldn’t be ignored. Brit’s life was devoted to capturing murderers, not fucking them. But who did he kill? Not innocent victims as Driscoll did. But if not, then who? And frankly, did it matter who? Murder was murder … wasn’t it?

Brit was far too calm under the circumstances, giddy even. At least for Brit who normally didn’t feel anything even close to arousal, joy, excitement. But she felt all of those things, even with a madman vampire wanting her dead. It was him. It was Angus. He was freeing her from some tight restraint she held over herself. He was helping her let go of herself, and he was picking up that burden for her. She didn’t need a shrink to explain it to her. She’d analyzed herself endlessly over the years. She’d dreamed of this release time and again over her life—in some fashion or another. She’d simply never lived it out. The daydreams, fantasies more like, were always about submission. Not the “theatrical” type Angus had scoffed at. The emotional type. The kind where she stopped being the center of her universe and started letting someone else be her gravity.

She trusted him even though she had no excuse to. It could hurt her in the end. It was why she rarely gave up control to anyone. But where she held tight to her control with others, she was too drawn to him not to accept his control. She wouldn’t give up the trust she placed in him because she needed it. She needed him.

When she rolled from the bed and stretched, she found the clothes Ember had given her folded neatly on a chair by the bed. She’d left yoga pants, a T-shirt, and zip-up hoodie. All fit well, and she was comfortable when she left his bedroom in search of him. She didn’t expect to walk into the great room of his residence to all three men sitting in his living-room area. Angus was sitting in an armchair as was Dr. Bremmer and Truman was on the couch. Angus caught sight of her first and winked quickly as she walked toward them.