Oliver's Hunger (Scanguards Vampires #7) (27 page)

“Promise me something.”

She looked up into his blue eyes. “Yes?”

“Pretend you can’t escape those bonds. I’d like to believe that you’re at my mercy, even though I know that I’m at yours.”

She nodded, surprised at his words. Did he really think he was at her mercy? Or was this all part of the sexual game they were playing? Either way, she liked the feeling of power that suddenly coursed through her. For so long, she’d had none. Now, she felt strong and invincible.

“In that case, come a little closer.” She dropped her gaze to his cock, noticing how he did the same.

A sharp intake of air signaled that he’d caught on to her thinking. “You’re not . . . ”

Deliberately slowly, she ran her tongue over her lower lip, then lifted her eyelids to meet his surprised look. “You did it to me.”

“This isn’t exactly how bondage works,” he said as he scooted farther up her body, lifting himself onto his knees in the process. “I’m supposed to be the one telling you what I want you to do.”

“Well, then maybe you should command me.”

Oliver gripped the headboard behind her and leaned forward, bringing the tip of his erection to her mouth. “Suck me!”

“Thought you’d never ask.” On her last word she licked over the mushroomed head, tasting the salty drop of moisture that had collected there. Then she slid her lips around the tip and opened wider.

Oliver eased forward, pushing his cock into her mouth, moaning out his pleasure all the while. He was only halfway inside her, when he pulled back and repeated the movement. His skin was velvety soft, but beneath it, he was hard as steel. When she looked up at his face, she saw how he watched her with fascination. His eyes were filled with lust, his lips parted. She could see the tips of his fangs. They had lengthened. At the thought of what he could do to her, a flame shot through her core. But instead of sending her into a panic, she felt her womb pulsate with need.

Instinctively, she sucked harder, pulling more of his shaft into her mouth. Oliver’s head fell back, and he groaned loudly. “Oh, God, Ursula!” His hand slid underneath her nape, holding her there as his rhythm increased. But he didn’t push any deeper into her, aware that his cock was too big for her mouth, and that she would choke if he did.

Then suddenly, with a suppressed curse, he pulled out of her and moved backwards.

“Fuck, baby, you’re too good.”

She smiled and licked her lips. They felt tender now. As if he knew what she needed, he bent down to her and kissed her softly to soothe them.

Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered to her, “You have a very wicked streak, trying to get me to lose control like that. And wicked women have to be punished.”

Her breath caught and instinctively, she pulled at her bonds. But his hand came up, stopping her from slipping from the bindings. A shiver ran down her body, and her heart began beating frantically.

“Easy.”

His lips connected with the heated skin on her neck as he planted soft kisses on it. Slowly, she relaxed and released the tension in her shoulders and arms.

“Better,” he murmured and moved down her body.

His lips found her nipple and captured it. He sucked it into his mouth, giving it a strong pull. Ursula cried out at the unexpected sensation, her pelvis tilting toward him in the same instant.

“Like that?”

“More,” she demanded instead of an answer.

When he repeated his action, pleasure speared through her, sending a shockwave into her clit. Her body arched toward him.

Oliver licked his tongue over her hardened nipple. “How about this then?” She felt something hard against her breast: teeth touching her skin, brushing over her nipple.

She reared up, but the scarves around her wrists tightened with her action.

Oliver pressed her back into the mattress and licked over her tender nipple once more. Then he shifted and his leg pushed her thighs farther apart. His hand slid down her body. When he reached her panties, he slipped his fingers under the fabric and ran them through her coarse hair. But he didn’t linger there. Instead, he moved deeper and touched her female folds, which were drenched with her juices.

“Oh, baby,” he praised, “you’re all wet for me.”

He dropped his head to her other breast and kissed it, while he thrust one finger into her tight sheath. She let out a moan. “Oliver!”

It seemed to spur him on, because he licked her breast with even more fervor. He nibbled, sucked and kissed her flesh until it felt tender and raw. All the while, his finger drove in and out of her sex.

“See, you can’t escape me,” he murmured. “You’re at my mercy.”

Then he suddenly pulled his finger from her clenching sex and ripped her panties from her body. Cool air blew against her heated flesh. Before she could even take another breath, the blunt head of his cock probed at the entrance to her body and plunged forward.

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He hadn’t bothered taking off his boxer briefs completely. They still rested just below his butt. That’s how hot Ursula had gotten him. So turned on that he couldn’t prevent his fangs from descending. She’d sucked him like a champion in oral gymnastics, and the outfit that exposed her boobs made her look sexier than anything he’d ever seen. Maybe he should have opted for her being naked, but no, he’d thought he could handle a little dress-up with her. Apparently he couldn’t.

If he hadn’t sunk his cock into her when he had, he would have bitten her. His plan of making her come first had gone right out the window. Now all he could do to stop himself from sinking his fangs into her, was to drive his cock into her over and over again.

“I’m sorry, Ursula, but I’m gonna have to fuck you really hard.” Because he needed to pacify the beast inside him. And it would only be appeased if he exerted his power over her in another way, since he couldn’t bite her.

Ursula’s lips parted on a breath, her eyes darkening with lust. “How hard?”

“Hard.” He pulled back and rammed his cock into her, pushing her a few inches closer to the headboard.

She gasped, but didn’t try to get away from him. Instead, she slung her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his butt, and pulled him closer.

“You can do better than that.”

Heat flared inside him when he heard her taunt. “Oh, yeah? Not enough for you?” He pulled himself out of her and flipped her on her stomach. As a result, the silk scarves that tied her to the bed frame crossed and tightened around her wrists. He realized instantly, that this meant she wouldn’t be able to untie herself in this position, and even though this had been unintentional, the beast in him liked that thought.

Swiftly, he pulled her onto her knees, her beautiful heart-shaped ass pointing up. Her moist petals glistened invitingly. Without hesitation, he drove into her from behind, holding her hips steady so she would absorb the impact fully and not crash against the headboard.

Ursula moaned into the pillow.

“Fuck! You’re even tighter that way.”

“And you’re bigger,” she claimed, panting as she tried to support herself on her elbows.

Her interior muscles gripped him tightly, squeezed him as hard as if she were holding him in her fist. Her warm heat lubricated him and made every thrust a smooth slide into silk, into heaven. His body worked without any conscious thought, his breaths coming in rapid succession, his heart beating like a jackhammer. His cock moved back and forth in a rapid rhythm, his hands holding so tightly onto her hips that he knew he would leave marks. But he couldn’t stop himself.

Ursula was laid out in front of him, vulnerable and enticing. She gave him the same feeling he experienced when hunting for blood. The same sensation overcame him now: he felt powerful and invincible as he fucked her, knowing that she was at his mercy. That he alone determined her fate. Yet at the same time, he knew what he wanted for her was nothing evil: he wanted her pleasure, to lead her into ecstasy. He had power over her body now, the power to make her feel desired. The beast inside him started to withdraw.

Finally, he was able to slow his thrusts and slide in and out of her with gentler motions. He looked down to where his cock disappeared in her body, the sight of her pink flesh exciting him. To know that she had enough trust in him to let him put her into this vulnerable position filled his heart with pride. His hands loosened their grip on her hips, and he stroked her beautiful ass.

He slid his hands under the red negligee and moved them along her back, caressing her. Then he touched her chest, filling both his hands with her breasts. They weren’t big, not as voluptuous as those of other women he’d known, but he didn’t mind. They were enough for his hands, and they were firm and young, and her nipples responsive.

The small buds were still hard. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them, making her cry out again.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever made love to.”

At his words, she met his thrust with an equal but opposite reaction, doubling the impact. It sent a bolt of lightning into his balls, adding fuel to the fire that was raging inside him. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer if she kept this up. But he couldn’t slow himself down either, and on the next thrust, he felt his balls tightening. The rush of semen shooting through his cock was the last thing he felt before he exploded inside her, his body going into spasms as he experienced the most amazing orgasm he’d ever had.

As he collapsed on top of her, he realized with horror that Ursula hadn’t come with him. He hadn’t delivered the pleasure he’d promised. Dismayed, he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Why?”

“Because you didn’t come.”

“I told you, it’s difficult for me.”

He couldn’t accept that as a fact. And he wouldn’t rest, until he had rectified this situation. He rid himself of the boxer briefs that hindered his movements, then he pushed her thighs apart once more and settled between them, bringing his still-hard cock to her sex.

“But you’re done,” Ursula protested.

“But you’re not.” He drove back into her. “And as I see it—” He glanced at the silk scarves around her wrists. “—you’re still tied up, which means, you’re still at my mercy.”

She smiled. “So what are you planning now?”

He delivered a gentle thrust with his cock. There was one way to heighten her arousal and make it easier for her to climax. “I want you to feel my bite.”

Oliver watched as her face turned from excitement to apprehension. Her lips started to trembled.

“Oliver, please . . . ”

“Hear me out, Ursula.” He gently brushed his finger over her lips. “It won’t be a real bite. My fangs will never touch your flesh.”

Her forehead worked itself into a frown. “How?”

He’d never tried what he was about to suggest, but he hoped it would work. “I’ll use mind control to make you feel the bite without actually biting you. You’ll feel all the same sensations, the arousal, the excitement.”

She looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise. “You can do that?”

“You know about mind control.”

Ursula nodded. “They used it on me to stop me from . . . ”

“From touching yourself. And I can use it now to help you climax.” If he could manage. His attempts at mind control had been hit-and-miss up till now. But he wasn’t going to burden Ursula with that.

“But why would you do that? You won’t feel the bite yourself, will you?”

Oliver let his fingers trail down to her neck, caressing the tender skin where her pulse beat against his touch. “No, I won’t feel it, but I’ll be seeing it in your eyes, I’ll hear it in your moans, and I’ll feel it in the way your body moves. And then, when you come, I’ll feel it, because your muscles will spasm around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I’ll come a second time.”

He noticed her chest rise and fall and her eyelids flutter.

“All I want is your pleasure.” He reminded her of his cock, which was still inside her, by plunging deeper into her. “Do you trust me?”

Her voice was breathless, when she answered after what seemed like an eternity. “Do it.”

His heart expanded when he heard her answer. The trust she offered him was the greatest gift he could have ever expected from her. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he gazed into her dark orbs.

“I think I could fall in love with you.” Unless it had happened already. He didn’t know. What he felt for Ursula was new and so utterly exciting that he felt like he was on a high. As if he’d drunk her drugged blood. But did that mean he was falling in love with her? Or did he simply feel that way because sex with her was spectacular?

“Oliver . . . ” A moist sheen spread in her eyes.

He bent down to her, brushing his lips over hers for a feather light kiss. “I wish I could sink my fangs into you and taste you, feel that connection with you that only the bite can provide. But the risk is too great. For both of us.” He kissed his way to her neck, sensing her tremble under his lips. “So you’ll have to experience this for both of us.”

He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. Then he channeled his thoughts, feeling the warmth that collected in his center.

He sent his first thought to her mind. While she wouldn’t hear his actual words, her body would feel the sensations he was conveying.
Ursula, you feel my lips on your neck.

A corresponding hitch in her breath told him that he’d reached her. He noticed how she shivered.

It’s warm and pleasant. My tongue is licking over your skin. You feel the sharp edge of my teeth scraping against your flesh. It excites you.

Ursula’s body arched toward him, and he recommenced the slow thrusts of his cock inside her warm sex. Her hips moved in synch with him.

“Yes,” she whispered.

You feel my mouth opening wider and my fangs piercing your skin. It’s like a pin prick. It doesn’t hurt. They sink deeper, lodging in your flesh, just like my cock is buried inside you.

She moaned and her lids lowered halfway.