Min's Vampire (9 page)

Oh god, how she hungered for
him.

His arms slowly slid around her and
pulled her body into his. He was hard, pressing himself through the
fabric of his pants against her backside. Min gulped as his mouth
touched the back of her neck, causing all sorts of sensations to
cascade down her spine and over her skin.

Min looked up to the mirror over the
sink to find she stood alone in its reflection. She gasped as her
cold fear made a return, clogging her throat. No, no…not like this.
If she couldn’t see him in the mirror, she couldn’t ignore or
delude herself that he wasn’t the monster he really was. She tried
to pull away from him, but his arms squeezed tighter and held her
in place against him.

“
Please,” she breathed,
trying to turn around, “in the bedroom.”

“
Why?” His breath was cool
against the back of her neck. “So you can pretend I’m something I’m
not? That I’m just some human man?” He ran his hands down her body
to the hem of her negligee. He leaned his weight in against her as
he pulled that thin silk shroud up around her hips, exposing her
bare bottom to the cool air of the bathroom. Min gasped as his
chilly hands glided over the tender flesh he’d just
bared.

“
I’m a monster,
Min.”

By the goddess, having him say her name
made her feel like a compass. It gave her entire body a jolt, and
made her heart…oh yes, it was indeed her magick-shrouded heart. It
made her heart beat harder, faster, and only for him. Having him
saying her name made him her true north, it was just as simple, as
impossible, and inexorable as that.

“
And you will bear witness
to that fact.” He reached out with one hand and tapped a finger
against the glass and silver of the mirror—his finger touching the
mirror, but casting no reflection in it. “Even as I fuck the living
hell out of you.”

He grasped one of her breasts with one
hand, pulling her into him, as the other hand slid down her rib
cage, then over her belly, making her gasp. Slowly his body slid
down over hers, until he was kneeling, the side of his face rubbing
against the bare, sensitive flesh of her bottom. His strong arms
were wrapped around her waist, but then they receded, his hands
finding purchase on her hips as his cold lips kissed and nuzzled
those vulnerable orbs. Those cool, strong hands slid up onto her
back and pressed down on her with urgent strength.

“
Bend over the sink, and
hold on.” Luca’s voice was rough with want.

Min hesitated, part of her not liking
him telling her what to do, and despising the hands that were
pressing against her, willing her to obey. But another part, one
that felt feral and rampant with unquenchable heat, the part that
wanted him to do to her what he willed, obliged his request,
leaving her bent over in supplication, and trembling.

“
Spread your legs for
me,
my
Min.” His
lips grazed the backs of her thighs as they spoke, and her body
jerked in response. But she did as he commanded, and the moment she
did she felt his hands grasp her bottom, pulling her apart as his
lips slid up from below and kissed the feminine lips of her sex.
Gently at first, but then his cold, wet tongue slid into her,
lapping slowly, steadily. He parted her core with that talented
tongue, all the while penetrating deeper and deeper into her,
making her moan and writhe against the cold porcelain of the
sink.

Heat rose up from inside her, searing
hot and liquid, its fire pooling in her nether region, turning
heavy and full, making her feel like she was about to burst. She
came, shuddering and gasping, her hands twined around the twin
faucets of that antique sink, one on one side for hot, one on the
other side for cold.

“
That’s it, baby,” Luca said
as he extricated his tongue from her and kissed her thighs. “Come
for me.”

Min’s entire body went into a spasm,
her muscles clenched, her spine arched to present herself all the
more to him.

He rose and she felt his hard sex press
against her again, maddeningly close, but still separated from
where she wanted it by those damned pants. She pressed her bottom
back against him. “Please…” she pleaded, her voice
breathless.

Min looked back over her shoulder and
watched Luca pull his shirt off over his head, not bothering with
the buttons, and heard the rustling of cloth, the clink of a belt
buckle, and the working of a zipper. She couldn’t see his cock, but
as he ground its cool, hard heft against her buttock she sighed
with relief.

He
is
going to fuck me…

The eagerness of that
thought, and of how her voice sounded when she was begging
“Please…” made something in her head throb cold and shameful. She
was literally begging this
thing
to fuck her. What the hell was wrong with
her?

But then Luca pulled back his hips and
in a single brutal move rammed himself up into her, splitting her
open, forcing the walls of her sex to stretch and accommodate him.
Min cried out, as did he, and before the exquisite sensation of
being opened so violently had a chance to really register, Luca
began pumping himself in and out of her, leveraging at her hips,
moving her forward and back to meet his own thrusts.

Good god, this is
so…

A shameful shiver cascaded up her
spine, but was soon replaced by the searing heat of a welling
orgasm.

Exactly what I
need…

Holding onto her hips he battered his
rock hard erection into her, his pace growing faster as his thrusts
became harder. Oh god, it was too much. And then he leaned forward,
wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her up off the sink. One
hand slid down and rubbed wickedly at her sex as his cock slammed
in and out of her. His other hand took her chin and drew her back
for a kiss, their lips barely touching, his tongue licking at her
teeth. And then he forced her to face the mirror, and the
irrefutable fact that he was a vampire, not a man. She looked into
that damned mirror and felt tears sting her eyes. But these were
not tears of shame. Min felt something in her chest crumble, like a
great wall falling to ruin, turning to sand, and with it the sense
that something, something dangerous and probably very wrong, was
surging into her, straight into her heart.

He’s in my heart…

Impossible.

But as she felt him pummel demandingly
into her, felt his arms surround her, his mouth against her neck,
she couldn’t deny it. Even staring at his lack of reflection, the
image of only herself coming back at her, she knew they were now
connected by more than just their bodies.

Min clenched her eyes and
tried to push those thoughts away. Luca…no, the
vampire—
yes
, the
freaking
soulless
vampire—was making desperate sounds as he gasped and panted
against the back of her neck.

Good. It would be over soon, and she
could bury this new feeling deep in some shadowy corner of her soul
and never look at it again. Maybe she’d ward her heart again.
Dangerous or no, it was better than feeling this way for a dead
thing. Maybe she would improve upon it too.

The vampire stopped, holding her to
him, suddenly becoming the stillness that only a vampire can
manage. It was like being held and penetrated by a statue. It made
Min tremble.

What was wrong? Had her other spells
fallen when the ward around her heart had as well? Was she about to
be killed?

Slowly he pulled himself out of her,
making her body ache and hunger at the emptiness that he left
behind. He physically turned her around to face him. He was staring
at her chest, and then he took hold of her negligee and dragged it
up and over her head, leaving her completely naked, her nipples
hardening in the cool of the bathroom’s air. Her heart pounded so
fast, fear and dread…and rampant anticipation flooding her
mind.

He leaned down and pressed his face to
her chest, as if he were listening for something. And then he
chuckled, and in an awed tone of voice rasped, “I can hear it. I
can hear it beating now.”

He nuzzled his face into her cleavage,
kissing and licking her breasts, nipping at her nipples. And then
he righted himself, pushing his granite erection back into her,
gasping as she hissed. His eyes were closed, as if in ecstasy, but
when they opened, something so strange, so unexpected looked out at
her that Min simply blinked and shook her head.

Luca picked her up, his cock planted
firmly up in her, his hands wrapping her legs around his hips, then
roughly cupped her ass as he walked them both out of the bathroom
and into her bedroom. He lowered her to the bed, sliding out of her
as he pulled off his shoes and his open pair of pants. With animal
grace he crawled onto the bed and up on top of her, his body supple
and beautiful, his manhood throbbing and hard.

But it was his eyes that Min couldn’t
tear her gaze from. There was a light in them. A light she couldn’t
believe was there. As he entered her again, this time staring into
her eyes as he skewered her, she recognized for certain what it
was.

His soul…

Chapter 10

Having Min bent over that sink had been
a thing of beauty. Luca had enjoyed forcing her to do as he wanted,
and she had tasted all the better for it—she had truly been afraid.
But she could have stopped him. She could have ordered him to
leave, to go back to the bedroom—hell, she could have told him to
stake himself. With as much power as he’d felt in her binding
spell, she probably really could have told him to burst into flames
this time, and he would have, no match required.

But she hadn’t.

And though he felt himself losing his
connection with a vital part of himself, the beast inside, he still
enjoyed dominating her.

He’d feasted greedily at her nether
lips, at her sex, making her squirm and buck. But as she came he
felt the tide of her orgasm crash over him. He felt her orgasm
inside him, overwhelming. He’d barely kept himself from falling to
the floor and curling up in sated bliss at her feet.

God in heaven it was the most
intoxicating feeling he’d had that century. It made him hunger for
the witch’s blood all the more. If just the taste of her sex, and
the feel of her orgasm could illicit so much from him, through him,
he just knew the thick red liquid that pumped through her veins
would be all the more powerful, all the more
exhilarating.

He barely remembered taking off his
shirt—it just seemed so urgent that he be naked with her—and before
he knew it he was thrusting himself inside her. Not being a bit
gentle, wanting to hear her moan and cry out as he fucked
her.

He wanted her to cry out his
name.

But she didn’t.

And that alone drove him instantly
insane. He wanted her lips, her tongue, to wrap around his name. He
needed her to scream it, to moan and to writhe as she called it
out.

Not vampire.
Luca.

But she didn’t. The sounds that escaped
her lips were feral and maddened with lust and desire, and pain…but
they were incoherent. He slammed himself into her all the harder
for that.

Luca pulled her face up so she had to
gaze at his nonexistent reflection, and know it was him fucking
her, him making her body come time and again, that he had control
over her.

But then he heard it. Faint at first,
just a pulse, a murmur, but then it broke into a solid, perfect
beat.

The beating of her
heart.

“
Min,” he said with awe, and
as his words left him, he felt that heartbeat race and shift. It
was beating for him. He grudgingly pulled his manhood out of her
hot, tight embrace, feeling her shudder as he did so. He pulled her
about, gently turning her to face him. He whipped the silken thing
she wore up over her head so she was naked and shivering before
him. Leaning down, he pressed his ear to her chest, feeling that
lust-fevered flesh against his skin, hearing the urgent cadence of
her heart. He had no idea why, before now, he hadn’t been able to
hear it, but it was the most beautiful sound he had ever
heard.

It called to him, pulsing
and pounding out his name. She was all he could think about. And,
for some unfathomable reason, he was not thinking even the
slightest bit about the delicious red that flowed in her veins. He
was truly thinking about, and only about, her. Min.
His Min.

“
I can hear it. I can hear
it beating now.”

Mine.

Though he didn’t need to breathe, he
felt his breath become labored as he rubbed his face against her
breasts, licking and kissing and nipping at her tender, lovely
flesh. He moved back into her, calling out in ecstasy as the
succulent folds of her sex opened to receive him again. He buried
his face in the aroma of her hair, and picked her up off the sink,
wrapping her long, supple legs about his hips, crushing her round,
perfect bottom in his hands. Moving heedlessly, he somehow
navigated them back to her bedroom, laying her gently on her
enormous bed, then removing his shoes and pants, wanting nothing
between them as he made love to her.