Poking the Vamp (Knight Protectors #3) (7 page)

With trembling hands, he cupped the full mounds, cradling them in his palms.

“Never hide your beauty from me,” he murmured and then flicked her nubbins with his thumbs. That small movement gifted him with a gasp and he smiled, reveling in the sound. “You’re so beautiful, my
fire
. So soft and curved. So perfect.”

He caressed her breasts, enjoying the feel of her silken skin beneath his fingers. Then he moved on, skimming the rounded swell of her stomach until he reached the waist of her pants. Another tug of fabric broke the tie and then the green fabric fluttered to the ground, leaving her clad in a tiny scrap of black silk and lace. It covered what he desired most, hiding her center from him.

Joce allowed his touch to wander, gaze absorbing her every reaction to the slide of his fingers on her flesh. Her heated flesh. He’d never felt warm in his life and now he knew what Changed vampires yearned for.

This burn. This comforting ache. This feeling of love?

He slammed the lid on that emotion, unwilling to let it breathe.

He toyed with the waist of her panties, pale fingers dipping below the elastic hem. His cock throbbed, aching and pulsating with the need to be snug inside her warm wetness. She would cradle him, welcome him with her fire.

“Will you give me this, Kate?” He lifted his gaze from the temptation of her pussy. “Will you let me touch you? Have you?”

Her eyes flashed red, her desperation easily visible. She stepped closer, bringing their bodies flush and he moaned aloud when her curves molded to his hard body. Her delicate hands skimmed his forearms, slid over his biceps, and then across his shoulders. Everywhere she touched warmed him, melting the ice in his veins while stoking his desire.

“That depends.” Kate shifted, her hips, her concealed center, caressing his cloth-covered dick. He moaned with the motion and his shaft thickened further. He wanted to throw her down and drive into her over and over again.

Not yet. Soon. But not yet.

Kate curled her fingers around the torn remnants of his shirt, bringing the fabric taut but not tearing the cloth just yet. “Will you let me feel you?”

“Yes,” he hissed, fangs descending with her nearness, the closeness of her blood.

She repeated his move, thin cotton shredding in an instant, and then her hands were stroking him, petting him, caressing him.

With her hands on his skin, luring him in, he couldn’t help but capture her mouth with his, couldn’t stop himself from slipping his tongue past her lips, and wouldn’t suppress the desire to taste her. He flicked her fangs, first one and then the other, before delving deeper. He sipped from her mouth, relishing the ambrosia of her flavors as he stoked their shared desire.

He pulled her closer as their passionate kiss continued, his hands skimming the soft skin of her sides, then back, one resting on her lower back while the other cupped her ass. He kneaded the plush globe, forcing her against him even tighter.

Her softness cradled him, her hips rocking as she rubbed against him in an erotic, rippling wave. He caressed and stroked every inch of her body he could reach, moaning when she did the same to him. Her hands were everywhere, exploring him while not taking her mouth away.

He rubbed her ass, fingers dipping between her cheeks, the fabric of her panties hiding that forbidden part of her. He wanted to delve between them, tease her ass and then continue until he reached her sopping wet pussy.

And she would be wet. There was no missing the heady scent of her arousal.

When she wiggled and squirmed, fingers finding the waist of his pants once more, he pulled from the kiss with a ragged groan.

“Katherine,” he rasped, heart racing and lungs heaving as he fought for air.

“Mine.” Her response had him nearly coming on the spot. His balls drew up tightly, threatening to coat his
fire
in his cum.

“Tell me you want this, want me.” He needed to hear it once more before they went further.

Kate ripped her hands from his pants and lifted them to cup his face. “I want this. I want you.” She pressed to her tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss. “Want you inside me. Want your cock in me. Want your blood in my mouth. Want to scream your name.”

She lowered her head and scraped his neck with a single fang, giving him a sharp sting to go with the pleasure of her soft flesh flush with his. The scent of his own blood tickled his nose for a brief moment and then her tongue was there. She licked a long line up his neck, gathering the droplets of blood, and he tilted his head back to give her more room.

“Joce,” she blew a soft breath over the damp skin. “Give me what I want.”

And Kate wanted. Completely. Totally. Desperately. Her pussy ached, throbbing and pulsing with the desire to be filled by him over and over again. She wanted to be consumed by him, swallowed and dragged along in his wake as passion overrode their senses.

Now.

Joce gripped her arms, claw-tipped fingers digging into her flesh and pricking her skin. That slice of pain and scent of her blood had her fangs lowering farther, that feral part of her excited by the scent and new ache. He shoved her away, putting distance between their bodies and she fought his grip. She wanted to be close to him, skin on skin, bodies molded together.

She shouldn’t have bothered fighting. Not when she realized he’d pushed her only to reposition them so he could be even closer.

Kate found herself on her back in the middle of the massive king-sized bed that took up the center of the room. A slick blanket was petal soft against her spine and she sighed as she sank into the cushioned surface. That sigh quickly turned into a gasp and then a moan as Joce discarded her panties.

By tearing the fabric apart at her hips. Two wrenching jerks and then the cloth became nothing more than a scrap of silk. He tugged it from beneath her and then tossed it aside.

Now she was naked before him, fully exposed to his red-eyed gaze, and the urge to cover herself rushed forward once more. She wasn’t lithe and lean like Galla or thin and glamorous like the other feeders in the mansion. She was simply Kate Bennett—ex-human lover of waffles and ice cream.

Then Joce licked his lips, those eyes traveling over her body like a physical caress, and there was no missing the appreciation in his gaze.

“Katherine,” he purred and leaned forward, bracketing her with his thick, muscular arms, one hand on either side of her head. He hovered above her, caging her with his body and she realized that if he was the cage, she never wanted to be released. “Tell me again.”

Tell him what again? He wanted her to think? Yeah, not happening.

Then he did that lip licking thing again, teasing the tip of one fang this time around, and a full body shudder overtook her.

Oh. Right. The wanting.

“I want this. I want you. Want you inside me. Want your cock in me. Want your blood in my mouth. Want to scream your name.”

All of that and more.

“Fuck. I could eat you.”

Kate widened her legs and hooked her heels behind his thighs. She tried to pull him closer, force him to lower his lips until his thick cock was nestled against her heated pussy. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

Her center tightened, pussy aching and throbbing with desire.

“Katherine,” he growled and instead of frightening her, it aroused her further. Pleasure ruffled along her nerves with the sound, teasing her with what could be if he’d just get a move on already.

“Joce, please.” She pulled so hard, her hips lifted from the mattress, rising until they brushed the thick, hard length of his cock still trapped by the fabric of his pants. That’s what she wanted. “
Please
.”

“Fuck, Kate.” He grasped her hip, shoving her to the mattress with hardly any effort. Damn man with his vampiric strength. “Don’t do that. I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Joce,” she whispered, drawing the attention of the red-eyed vamp, pulling his attention away from her exposed pussy. “Why?”

“Why?” A frown pinched his brow.

“Why are you controlling yourself?” She slipped one hand behind his neck, softly cupping the back of his head while he pressed her other hand to his heart. “I’m your
fire
, Joce. I’m yours. It’s in my blood, but make my body feel it.”

A new light filled the orbs. Tory said he was acting feral before, but she’d been wrong.
This
was feral.

And she liked it.

“Need to taste,” he growled, expression daring her to object.

Why would she?

Kate tilted her head to the side, baring her throat for her mate, only to have him freeze in place. He abandoned her hip and reached for her throat. He ran a claw-tipped finger along the column of her neck, the sharp tip scratching her flesh.

“Not here,” he whispered. He trailed that sharp digit down her body, between her breasts. He circled Kate’s belly button before he gradually, gently, oh so slowly, traveled to her pussy. He cupped her mound and she shuddered with the blunt contact. “Need to taste you here.”

Another tremble wracked her frame and she had only one answer for him. “Yes.”

That earned her a smile, a hint of violence tinged with ultimate desire, and then he slowly moved his mouth down her body. He didn’t rush.

No, Joce took his time. He might have ultimately wanted to lap at her pussy, but he got there slowly.

She received a kiss to her neck, tongue flicking her skin, before he moved on. He kissed, licked and nipped her chest and then moved to her breasts. Joce captured the tip of one breast between his lips and suckled the sensitive flesh. He nicked her with his fang and she moaned, grabbing his head and tugging him closer.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Joce taunted her nipple even more, sucking harder, flicking the small bit of flesh with his tongue and then scratching it with a canine. That had him moaning anew and she realized he was tasting her blood as he tormented her breast.

“Joce, please.”

Please more.

Please less.

Please move and get on with it already.

He released her nipple with a soft pop and blew a puff of air across her damp flesh.

“Please what, my
fire
?” He moved to the valley between her breasts and pressed a soft kiss to the opposite mound. “Please take another taste? Your nipples are like fresh berries. Sweet temptation,” he murmured and then traced her jealous nubbin with his tongue. “Or please continue on? Your pussy is calling to me, begging me to devour you. Is that what you’re asking for?”

He increased the pressure against her mound, adding to the pleasure coursing through her veins. He hadn’t delved past her outer sex lips, but still she felt on the verge of release, the orgasm bubbling and growing inside her, anxious to be unleashed.

“Yes, please, Joce.” She rolled her hips, anxious for more contact, for a deep possession.

Joce rubbed her pussy, palm sliding up and down her mound, fingers remaining a flat plane against her heated flesh. “You want my fingers toying with your pussy? My mouth on your cunt?”

“Yes,” she rolled her hips. “Please, yes.” She’d come if he’d just put his mouth on her, then his cock in her.

“You want this?” He slipped a single digit between her lower lips, skimming her moist, aroused flesh, and she gasped with the shallow exploration. It slipped through her cream, teasing the top of her slit and then traveling south before returning to the pinnacle once more. “You want my mouth here?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Then his touch was gone, pussy abandoned, and she opened her eyes. When had she closed them? It didn’t matter, not when she watched Joce bring his glistening finger to his lips and lap at his skin.

“Sweet and salty.” He licked himself once more and then presented her with his wet digit. “Taste yourself. See how delicious you are. Know that I’m going to love every minute between your thighs.”

With a whimper, Kate parted her lips and did as he demanded. She licked and sampled her own juices on his hand, licking him clean. With each lap, her need grew, body demanding to be sated by Joce. Now.

He gradually withdrew from her mouth and she waited for what he’d say next, what he’d do next. “Are you ready for my mouth,
chéri
?”

Kate didn’t question herself. She nodded immediately. “Yes. Please.”

“Gladly.”

Joce kissed his way down her body, mouth traveling a path his fingers explored moments ago. He licked and kissed her breasts, teasing her skin with fast, chaste kisses before he journeyed on. He nibbled the top swell of her stomach and traced her belly button with his tongue.

“Please,” she whined, body calling out for him.

Joce merely chuckled and pressed a chaste kiss above her mound. “Impatient.”

“Desperate,” she corrected. “Need you. Want you.”

He continued, finally settling on his stomach between her spread thighs. “So fucking gorgeous here, all pink and wet for me. Do you know what it’s like to drink from your pussy just as you come? To sink my fangs in right here,” he turned his head and pressed a kiss at the highest point of her thigh, “and suckle you as you scream my name.”

Kate could do nothing but whimper.

That earned a low chuckle and then he refocused on her pussy once more. “Such a feast. So pretty. So wet for me.”

This time he didn’t tease. Or, he didn’t tease a lot. He licked a slow line along the seam of her sex lips, his tongue separating them slightly and dipping into her inner petals. That first connection sent a shudder through her body, muscles twitching with that first rush of intimate pleasure.

“So fucking good,” he murmured and repeated the move, tasting her once more, tongue slipping deeper.

Joce grabbed her thighs, encouraged her to place her legs over his shoulders and then he cupped her ass. He held her steady as he…

As he licked the long length of her seam, traveling from her very center to clit and back again.

“Oh, God!” She reached down, not even thinking, as she cupped his shaved head and fought to direct his motions.

It was pointless. He’d do what he desired.

So she allowed herself to be taken along for the ride. Allowed him to take what he desired and absorb every hint of pleasure he gifted her.