In Blood and Worth Loving (4 page)

She seemed sated and showed no inclination to climb off his cock, which pleased him even more.

Damn he could easily get used to fucking a lusty full-figured woman who could take all of his cock and who didn’t attempt to scramble off him the moment she stopped coming. A sexy human woman who didn’t cry out in fear at the sight of his incisors was rare. One who willingly allowed him to enjoy lingering in her well-fucked pussy afterwards was even more rare. Maybe he’d been too hasty in deciding fems made the best lovers.

He stroked a hand down her back to her ass. Lord, what a sweet fuck they’d shared.

She traced the tip of his ear with her tongue.

He was feeling mellow enough to consider buying her an extravagant present for her upcoming birthday. He gently squeezed and massaged her flesh in appreciation.

“Hmmm. I like the way your hands feel on my ass,” she murmured.

He ran his palms over her cheeks. “You have a very nice ass.”

She lifted her head.

He pressed a kiss against her neck where he’d fed on her and opened his eyes.

She placed her hands on his shoulders. “Are you still angry?”

Human women. He wanted another sweet fuck and she wanted to play twenty questions.

“
Adrian
? Are you still angry?”

Their gazes met and locked.
 

Chapter Three

Brandi saw no trace of anger in
Adrian
’s eyes. What was a Native American male doing with blue eyes? She glanced down. The sight of her blood on his firm lips excited rather than repelled her. She leaned forward to lick her blood off his lips.

He squeezed her ass.

She looked into his eyes again. “Are you?”

His jaw clenched, but he remained silent.

“I like the strong silent type,
Adrian
.” She cupped her palms against the sides of his neck and leaned forward until her breasts were crushed against his chest. She smiled and tightened her vaginal muscles.

His cock pulsed inside her.

“I’ll take the response from your cock as a no you’re not angry.”

He didn’t respond.

“Or at least your sugar dick isn’t angry with me.”

He arched a brow. “My what?”

“Your hard, hot, sweet, sugar dick.” She smiled at him. “I feel him pulsing deep inside me. He wants some more pussy.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Don’t be too sure of yourself.”

She tensed at the cool response. “What?”

“And don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll feel the need to ask if I do want more,” he warned.

She compressed her lips. “You don’t need to threaten to take what you must know that I’ll gladly give you.”

He compressed his lips.

She leaned forward and touched her mouth to his. “I’ll gladly give you as much pussy as you want,” she whispered.

He leaned away from her lips. “Maybe I prefer to take it.”

She stroked her hands over his shoulders. “You can say that after what we just shared?”

“What we just shared? We had sex. Don’t delude yourself into thinking there was anything special about it.”

“There was something very special about it. I know you started to enjoy the sex even more once I was moving with you instead of trying to scramble off your cock. You can deny it, but we both know it’s true.”

Adrian inhaled sharply. Damn who knew a full-figured woman could be so sexy and exciting he’d want to spend the night gazing into her eyes and being buried balls deep inside her? Nevertheless, her confidence pissed him off. It was time he reminded her just who the hell was in charge. “I don’t know what Rayna told you, but I didn’t make the two hour drive here for conversation with you.”

He watched tiny sparks ignite deep in her brown gaze. She had a temper. Good. He wouldn't need to worry about incurring Rayna's wrath by hurting her friend's feelings.

“Well, damn. Aren't you just oozing with charm? Not!”

Amused and intrigued, he was hard pressed not to smile.

“And surely you're not going to sit here and deny talking after such great sex feels good.”

“Why wouldn't I?”

“Because your over-sized pole is still buried nuts deep in me!”

“A moment ago I had a sugar dick. Now it's turned into an over-sized pole?”

She bit her bottom lip and laughed.

Her laugh, like everything about her was soft, feminine, and sexy.

She sobered and gazed into his eyes. “Doesn’t talking after sex help keep you revved up for the next round,
Adrian
?”

The next round? Now she was talking. The thought of fucking her again so soon sent a jolt of lust thundering down to his cock. “I'm always revved,” he told her.

She stuck the tip of her tongue out and slowly licked her full lips.

His stomach muscles clenched. Sultry, sexy, yet with flashes of shyness. What an explosive combination.

“Always revved? I like that in a handsome, big dicked, blue eyed vampire.”

Her second reference to the blue eyes he'd never liked, annoyed him. “Do you have a thing for white men?”

“No!” She shrugged. “But I do like blue eyes.”

“Have you ever dated a white man?”

She shook her head.

“Have you ever wanted to?”

“Not until I saw George Hamilton dancing in Love At First Bite. What woman fascinated by vampires wouldn't be intrigued? It was lust at first sight.”

She stroked her fingers through his hair. “But I got over him the moment I saw your picture and learned you were the real thing,
Adrian
.”

 
Damn she was practiced in the art of seducing and keeping a reluctant male aroused. He had to have her again.
 
He gripped her hips and rose.

She linked her arms around his neck again and deliberately brushed her lovely breasts against his chest.

He slapped her ass. “Stop that.”

“We both know you don’t really want me to stop,” she teased. “If you did, you wouldn’t still be inside me, stretching me so deliciously and ruining my pussy for other men.”

Human women who discussed sex without inhibition were a rarity. Apparently the alluring Brandi Knight had hidden depths. He studied her face. She looked sweet, sexy, radiant, and confident—as if she knew she had him by the balls.

She stared back at him, a sweet smile slowly curving her lush lips.

Overcoming the urge to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, he strolled across the room and maneuvered them onto the bed. He was definitely going to leave his stamp on her tight, luscious pussy.

When he laid her on the bed, she gave him a provocative smile while bending her knees and slowly parting her legs.

Adrian
found the smell and taste of his expended seed unpleasant. Nevertheless, seeing his blood-drenched cum trickling from her pretty pussy made him burn with need. Before he fucked her again, he wanted to taste her. He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her legs.

Staring down into her dark, liquid brown eyes, he slowly stroked his palms down her inner thighs. Her skin was soft, warm, and sex-scented. He lifted her right leg and turned his head to touch his mouth to her toes. She had pretty feet with a well-defined arch. Small wonder her legs looked so good in heels.

He liked that her toenails were well cared for but unpainted. Lowering her right leg, he lifted her left one, turning his lips against her toes.

She lay on her back, undulating her body in time with the kisses he pressed against her toes. He reached his free hand down to rub his palm over her belly.

She tensed, an uncertain expression casting a shadow over her face.

He gently probed her thoughts and suddenly wished he hadn’t come empty-handed. Why hadn’t he brought flowers? Red roses would perfectly compliment her dusky skin. Or maybe he should have brought candy or a bottle of wine. There was wine in the wine cabinet in a small room off from the kitchen, but going there to get a bottle wouldn’t have the same impact as arriving with one.

He spoke in a soft voice. “Your belly is as alluring as the rest of you.”

“Oh…
Adrian
!” She reached down to lift his hand from her stomach and kissed it. “Thank you for saying that.”

He eased his hand from hers, put her leg down and reached for the pillow lying next to her head. “Lift up your hips.”

He liked that she obeyed without asking why. Slipping the pillow under her ass, he settled between her legs on his stomach with her pussy just inches from his mouth.

She made a small sound and rotated her hips, as if impatient.

Although he normally preferred bald pussies, he had to admit he liked the feel of her pubic hair against his shaved pubes when they’d fucked on the chair. Now as he bent his head and gently touched his tongue to her engorged clit, he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the coarse hair so close to his mouth.