In Blood and Worth Loving (2 page)

Adrian Redwolfe felt as if the top of his head was on fire. Rayna had gone too damn far this time. After months of indecision, in a weak moment, he’d finally admitted he was ready for a monogamous relationship. Insisting she had the perfect mate for him, Rayna
 
had lured him to the Redwolfe family Pocono Mountain retreat with the promise of a weekend with a pretty, slender green-eyed supermodel with long, blond tresses.

He had half-expected to arrive and find his long time friend and lover, Marcella awaiting him. Instead, he found himself alone with a full-figured, human plain Jane. Her dark hair was shorter than his was. The cream bra and thong she wore looked as if she’d stuffed herself into them.

Although he couldn’t hurt the female he and his brothers had reared as their niece, her duplicitous friend was another matter. She would suffer the consequences for having deceived him.

He stopped several feet from the woman, allowing his gaze to slide down her body. Her ass was so large the back of the thong was nearly lost in her crack. Each cheek was round and brown. In the act of curling his lip, he paused. Actually, her skin tone reminded him more of rich, dark, melt-in-your-mouth-decadent chocolate. The kind Marcella said made her wet and ready for a night of mindless fucking.

The dark three-inch heels the woman wore drew attention to her plus sized thighs and her long legs. He looked at her ass again and found it difficult to look away. Damn. It was large, but very nice. While he stood staring at it, she turned to face him.

He raised his gaze to her face. Although she was plain as hell, she had dark, sexy eyes, beautiful, clear skin and full, soft looking lips. He glanced at her breasts. His cock stirred. Damn if she didn’t possess the largest natural breasts he’d ever seen. Each round mound spilled out from the cutout bra to reveal dark aureoles that must have been an inch wide. Talk about all day suckers. Maybe she wasn’t so plain after all.

He looked down her body. Surprisingly, the noticeable swell of her belly generated heat in his balls instead of repulsing him. A strategic opening in the thong highlighted a pretty, unshaved pussy. The dark outer lips glistened with moisture and seemed to beckon his cock.

He inhaled, filling his nostrils with her musky aroma. A pussy this fragrant sole purpose was to provide some lucky male with a weekend of endless pleasure.
 
His cock roared to life, making a tent in his pants.

Get a grip, Redwolfe. She’s the last woman you can bed. She conspired with Rayna to trick you.
His attempts to maintain his anger at having been misled and deceived did little to put out the flame of need tightening his nuts.

This Brandi Knight was definitely not his idea of a prospective lover, but he was at the mercy of his ravenous need for blood and sex. He’d have to make do with her at least for the night.
 
Consumed with lust, he undressed quickly. As he straightened from pulling off his socks, he heard her gasp.

He was longer and thicker than most men. First sight of his cock either caused amazed delight or a frightened shriek in his prospective lovers.

He looked up to find her gaze locked on his fully erect shaft, which protruded in front of his body.

She dragged the tip of her tongue lasciviously over her parted lips while she pulled at one nipple and finger fucked herself.

Scenting her pussy filling with moisture, he could almost taste his need for blood and sex. He looked at her breasts and her pussy, wet and fragrant, begging for penetration. Rampant lust replaced the last vestige of his rage.

He stalked across the room to the hard, armless chair positioned in front of the closet mirrors. He sank down on it and beckoned to her.

Her hands stilled.

Under her lingering fear of him, he sensed a deep and untapped wealth of passion and a need to completely surrender her body and soul for the first time. She wanted him to dominate her physically and emotionally.

He allowed his gaze to linger on her breasts before sliding down her belly to the valley between her legs. His balls tightened. He was eager to slide between her dark, silken thighs and to spend the entire weekend fucking her.

Impatient for release from his unexpected attraction, he beckoned to her again.

She bit her lip. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

But she’d sure as hell wanted to. “So?”

“My birthday is in two weeks.”

As if he cared about her birthday with his nuts about to burst with lust. “Come to me,” he commanded. “And we’ll celebrate it early.”

“I…are you going to—” She touched her neck.

Damn straight he was going to ingest her blood. “Don’t make me come and get you,” he warned in a low, barely controlled voice.
Come!

While he watched her slowly cross the room, he felt a flash of heat rush up from his tight balls to his cock head. He glanced down, looked back up at her, and then did a double take to stare down at his cock. He stiffened. His pre-cum was pink. Oh, fuck. Not now.

She stopped by his chair.

He could hear her heart thumping and feel her conflicting emotions. Sensing her fear about to overshadow her desire for him, he looked up.

As he met her gaze, he experienced an unexpected and unwanted flicker of emotion. He had to fight against a sudden need to lose himself in her dark, alluring gaze and to assure her she was safe with him. What the hell was happening to him? He didn’t do safe.

Looking down at him seemed to reassure her. She licked her lips and planted a long leg on either side of his legs. Then she straddled him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she started lowering herself.

Her perfume, soft, subtle, and sensual teased his senses. For a moment he savored the delight to come of feeling his naked cock sliding up inside her. Then, recalling the implications of his pink pre-cum, he reached up to grip her hips to prevent her from impaling herself on his cock.

“What’s wrong?”

He hesitated.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind,
Adrian
.” She stroked her nails along the side of his neck.

He suppressed a shiver. Why the hell did her voice sound so husky and sexy? And why did her lightest touch ignite such a maelstrom of hunger in him? “Did you bring condoms?” He asked in a clipped voice.

“Condoms?” She frowned. “No.”

“You came to spend the weekend with a stranger without condoms?”

“Rayna said we wouldn’t need any. She said you couldn’t catch or pass on any STD’s. Isn’t that true?”

“Yes. It’s true.” He struggled to overcome his need to jerk her hips down and impale her balls deep on his cock. “But you are on some type of birth control?”

“I was, but I stopped two weeks ago in preparation for this weekend.”

What modern woman in her right mind went around fucking strange men without protection? “Why the hell would you do that?” he demanded.

She hesitated, bit her lip, and then went on in a rush. “I know it’s shameful to admit but I enjoy sex—a lot.”

Hot damn! He looked at her breasts and felt his cock harden even more. So maybe he’d spend more than one night with her.

“And I’ve always had this fantasy of…”

“Of what?”

She touched his hair. “Of having unprotected sex with a tall, handsome, well-hung, blue-eyed vampire.”

Human women and their damned fantasies. Give him a fem any day. Blue eyes? He knew what that meant. She had a thing for white men. He'd soon cure her of that bad habit. He fully intended to plunder Brandi Knight, but Rayna would still have a lot to answer for when he saw her again. “How many lovers have you had?”

“Three.”

Only three lovers? Were all the men she’d encountered blind or gay? “What were their ages and experience levels?” He asked questions in an attempt to suppress his rapacious desire to plunder her pussy.

“I generally date older men.”

“Why?”

“I prefer men who are old enough and experienced enough to know how to please a woman…men like you, Adrian.” She stroked her fingers through the hair at his nape.

Despite her admission, with a hint of color staining her dark cheeks, she looked shy, sweet, cock-hardeningly sexy, and barely legal. And so deliciously ripe for plunder. “You look about twenty. How old are you?” Even as he asked the question, he knew her answer wasn’t going to change a thing. He had to have her.

She gave him a quick smile. “I’m twenty-nine.”

“And you’ve only had three lovers? Even though you enjoy sex so much?”

“I do enjoy sex but I choose quality over quantity. I’m sure you know how to please a woman.”

His lips twitched. Young and plain she might be, but she certainly knew how to close a deal and seduce a man.

“That was part of the lure of this weekend for me,” she admitted. “Coming here and meeting you and finding you’re really a vampire is my one chance to live my fantasy.”

“Your fantasy is sex with a vampire?”

Chapter Two

She nodded. “Being able to make love with an experienced male without having to worry about STDs or pregnancy is a turn on for me.”

Make love? She was delusional if she thought what he had in mind bore any resemblance to making love. And she might have cause for concern if she knew the significance of blood in his semen.