The Dark Vampire: Last True Vampire 3 (29 page)

“No, Jenner.” Bria released her grip on his shoulder. She allowed her hands to wander over the perfection of his muscled chest, down the ridges of his abs to the waistband of his jeans. She popped the button and the zipper groaned in the quiet of the room. “I’ve already told you. You don’t frighten me. I want this. I want
you
. And I’m not going to wait any longer.”

A crease cut into Jenner’s brow. Bria shoved his pants and underwear over his hips and down his thighs. He kicked them off from around his feet as though the denim were on fire. Bria put a little distance between them as her eyes roamed greedily over his naked body. Intricate
black tattoos decorated his skin. Archaic symbols that seemed to come alive with every slight movement. She reached out and traced a swirling pattern. He shivered beneath her fingertips and a rush of excitement whipped through her. Gods, the male was magnificent. A flash of anger flushed Bria’s cheeks. That he’d kept the beauty of his body from her gaze for so long was a crime in itself. She drank him in, her breath catching as she paused at the hard length of his erection protruding proudly from between his legs. Her sex clenched around nothing and Bria’s arousal slicked her thighs. She reached out and cupped his heavy sac in her palm before working her way up the silken flesh of his shaft.

Jenner trembled with restraint. His hands fell from her body and balled to fists at his sides. His jaw squared as he clamped his mouth shut and his nostrils flared with sharp breaths. Bria’s lips curved into a smile as she brought her gaze to his. “And you think you have no control?”

She continued to stroke him. Jenner was steel encased in silk and she marveled at the way he felt in her palm. Her thumb brushed over the swollen head and she swiped a bead of moisture from the crown. Jenner hissed in a breath and his hips thrust into her grip. He let out a low moan and the sound caused Bria’s clit to throb with anticipation.

She could have spent hours touching Jenner. With each stroke of her hand she watched with fascination at the play of muscles that twitched and flexed throughout his body. The sound of his heavy breaths heated Bria’s blood and the low groans of pleasure sent her desire into a wild tailspin that pushed her to the edge of her own control.

She went to her knees before him. Jenner started and reached for her arm as if to stop her. “Bria.” Her name left his lips on a harsh breath.

Bria leaned back on her heels and simply admired the strength and beauty of her mate’s body.
Hers.
This extraordinary male belonged to her and no other. After tonight, Bria would make sure that Jenner’s eye never wandered to another female ever again. She dragged the tips of her fingernails through the dusting of crisp hair at the tops of his thighs and he shuddered. She traced the winding pattern of the tattoo that curved from one of those thighs, around his hip, and up to his back. A sense of power flooded Bria, that she could affect him so completely with such an innocent caress.

She continued to acquaint herself with his body. Slow passes of her palms that mapped every hill and valley. No inch of him went unexplored. From the small of his back over the firm globes of his ass, and lower. When she reached the sensitive skin at the backs of his knees Jenner shivered. A secretive smile curved Bria’s lips. She hoped that she was the only one who knew about that spot and what it did to him.

Jenner’s breaths became increasingly ragged with every stroke. Bria purposefully avoided the one area she longed to touch, teasing herself as much as she did Jenner. She came up on her knees and reached up to run her hands over the bulge of his pecs. The delicious friction of his hard, flat nipples over her palms made Bria wonder what it would be like to lick them. Nip at them. Would he like it? She supposed there was only one way to find out.

Bria put her lips to the skin just below Jenner’s belly button. The swollen head of his erection brushed the underside of her chin and the contact coaxed soft moans from both of them. His muscles tightened with the contact, twitching as Bria stood and kissed her way up his body to his chest. Her tongue flicked out at his skin. Jenner’s salty taste and masculine scent enveloped her and her body hummed with awareness of this male who
brought out such intense reactions from her. She kissed over the bulge of one pec until her mouth settled over his nipple. She circled it with her tongue and sucked, before taking it gently between her teeth. Jenner’s hand twitched at his side and Bria bit down harder, eliciting a low growl of appreciation from her mate. She switched to the other side and this time, when she bit down, he wound his fist in her hair, holding her in place for just a moment longer.

“Bria.” He spoke her name with such reverence, it caused a riot of butterflies to swirl in her stomach. “Gods, that feels good.”

His words and the heat in his voice made her brazen. Bria ventured back down Jenner’s torso and she let her nails scrape a path down the ridges of his abs. He sucked in a sharp breath and kept his fist wound in the length of her hair. He’d yet to push her. To treat her roughly or without care. Jenner might not have trusted himself, but Bria trusted him completely. He would never hurt her.

She stroked the length of his erection and he thrust into her palm. Bria brought the glossy head to her lips. Satin-smooth and hot, she wrapped her lips around the engorged flesh and let out a quiet moan.
Amazing
. She moved her mouth over his shaft, sucking gently as she took him as deeply as she could. He filled her mouth, her lips stretched over his girth. She could easily stay between his legs for hours. Tasting him, licking, sucking, reveling in the solid glide of him against her lips, tongue, and teeth. He wanted to fuck her mouth? To come against the back of her throat? A tremor vibrated through her at the thought. She couldn’t wait to experience that with him.

Jenner shuddered against her and gave shallow thrusts of his hips. His growls of pleasure excited Bria and she ran the flat of her tongue over the underside of his shaft all the way to the engorged head. She swirled her tongue around the crown and Jenner hissed in a breath. “So good.
Bria. Suck me harder,
viaton
. Let me feel your fangs on my cock.”

His words sent an electric rush of excitement chasing through her veins. Bria did as he asked, working her mouth over him as she took him deep, sucked hard, and increased the pressure of her jaw until her fangs dragged over his delicate skin. “Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”

Bria didn’t intend to stop until Jenner made her. This was the most erotic thing she’d ever done. The reality far surpassed any fantasies she’d had of performing this very act. Pleasuring Jenner aroused her almost to the point of distraction. Her pussy had become so wet, it dripped down her thighs, and her clit was so swollen that every slight movement of her legs created a pulse of sensation through her core.

Starting tonight, Bria planned to make up for every minute of time they’d lost because of Jenner’s stubborn insecurities. He was hers and she wasn’t about to let him go.

Jenner threw his head back with a low growl as he continued to thrust past Bria’s soft lips. He’d wanted this for so long, his every waking moment possessed with thoughts of Bria willing and naked on her knees before him, spread out on the bed for him to taste, beneath him as he drove his cock deep inside of her, and her on top of him, riding as he cupped the perfect roundness of her breasts in his palms.

The wound at his back gave a tug, but the pain was nothing compared to the blinding pleasure that blazed a path through him. Bria’s responsiveness, her unashamed desire, heated his blood and made him want her even more than he thought he could. She was his salvation and destruction in one.

“Bite down,” he grunted. Jenner enjoyed a little pain
with his pleasure and Bria didn’t shy away from his desires. Her fangs pierced the flesh and Jenner’s body quaked with such intense sensation that he feared he’d go off before he had the chance to properly fuck her. She sucked at him greedily, her delicate cheeks hollowed as she worked her mouth over his shaft. Since his tethering Jenner had denied himself the one thing he wanted more than anything: Bria. She knelt before him, soft, beautiful, yet fierce and wild. She truly was made for him. She was everything he needed, the perfect balance to everything he was. How could he have been so stupid as to deny them both what they needed to be whole? Each other.

Jenner gripped Bria by the arms and brought her gently to her feet. She met his gaze, bemused, and Jenner didn’t waste a second to scoop her up in his arms and lay her down on the bed. Her lips were swollen and dark pink. So inviting. Jenner leaned over her and put his mouth to hers. She moaned into his mouth and his cock twitched at the sound as though jealous it no longer had her full and undivided attention.

His tongue slid against hers in a slow caress. Over and again their mouths met and parted. A measured, sensual dance that wound him as tight as a spring. Bria nicked his lip with her fangs and she licked at the puncture before biting down in earnest. The sting of sensation raced down his spine and tingled in his sac. With every meeting of their lips their kisses became more urgent. Bria gasped against his mouth and her body trembled beneath him. He seized her wrists in one large hand and pinned them high above her head as he settled between her thighs.

“Oh yes,” Bria mewled as she squirmed beneath him. “Yes, Jenner.”

“Not yet,
viaton
.” He slid the length of his cock against her slick pussy and Bria cried out. “I need to make sure that you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” she breathed. “I’m ready.”

“Not yet. But you will be.”

Her breaths came in quick pants. The flat of Bria’s stomach twitched against his, little spasms with each shallow thrust of his hips that caused Jenner’s cock to throb. He kept her wrists in his grip as he put his mouth to her temple, the shell of her ear. Down the line of her delicate jaw and the slim column of her throat. His barely controlled restraint caused Jenner’s body to tense. The scent of her blood called to him, the thrum of her pulse just beneath her skin. He’d denied himself the pleasure of her body for so long that it took every ounce of willpower in his stores not to sink into her heat on a wild and forceful drive. He might not have deserved her, but Fate had deigned to give this remarkable female to him. No longer would Jenner fight this attraction between them, the tether that inextricably bound them. Bria was
his
. And gods-damn it, he’d control his own animal urges and take it slow if it fucking killed him.

But first, he had to taste her. Every inch of her. And Jenner would start at her throat. He sank his fangs into her flesh slowly. The skin gave way under the pressure and Bria’s back arched off the bed. She let out a whimpering cry. Her blood flowed warm and sweet over Jenner’s tongue and he drank from her with languorous pulls of his mouth. Bria thrust her hips in time with every gentle suck as she pleasured herself on the length of his cock. The stiff nub of her clit caressed his shaft, up and down, the delicious friction almost more than he could bear.

“Jenner,” Bria gasped. “I’m so close.”

The urge to impale her on his cock and pound into her while she came around him was almost too strong to resist. Her blood, the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, lingered on his tongue and with each swallow he only wanted
more
. But Jenner locked his shit down. He wouldn’t let his
impatience get the better of him. He wouldn’t let his urges master him. He continued to thrust against her, enjoying the soft slide of her swollen lips against his shaft while he drank from her.

Bria’s hands released and contracted into fists in his grip. Her hips jerked as she rubbed against him and she let out sweet sobs of pleasure that tingled over Jenner’s skin. Her body went taut beneath him and a violent shudder racked her body as she came. Still Jenner kept his measured pace, the suction of his mouth slow and steady—never taking too much—as he drew out her orgasm. The first of many he planned to give her tonight.

Such intensity and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. Jenner had worried for weeks over his inability to keep himself in check. To treat Bria the way she deserved to be treated her first time. To master his thirst and not give in to the urge to drink from her more than her body could give. In truth, he’d never felt so utterly satisfied. So in control. Simply giving her pleasure had sated his own need to the point that he no longer felt the desperate and overwhelming urge to take her. He knew that he could never, ever hurt her and would never allow himself to succumb to bloodlust. Instead, he enjoyed the act of seeing to her needs. Sharing in this new experience with her. Her pleasure was his in this moment. It wasn’t selfish or one-sided. He’d never had it better. Nothing could compare to Bria.

Jenner closed the punctures at her throat. Her heart beat a frantic rhythm that matched his own. He worked his way down her body, his mouth leaving a blazing trail across her collarbone and over the swell of one breast. She arched into his touch and her sharp pants of breath caused her breasts to quiver. Jenner sealed his mouth over one stiff nipple and Bria’s legs drew up on either side of him as she arched into his touch.

“It feels so good, Jenner,” Bria said on a decadent moan. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

That he could make her feel so good made Jenner want to roar his satisfaction. He pulled away from her nipple and blew lightly on her flesh, causing it to bead even tighter. “You can take everything I’ll give you,” he growled. “You’ll come for me again and again before you’re ready for me to fuck you.”

She trembled in his grasp as though his words alone could bring her to release. He gave her other breast the same loving attention. He licked, sucked, nibbled, until she writhed beneath him. He ventured lower, down the soft skin of her torso and over the curve of her hip. He released his grip on her wrists, but instead of bringing her arms down, Bria reached up and gripped the slats of the headboard.

Jenner eased himself down her body. The scent of her arousal caused his cock to throb to the point of exquisite pain. If he’d known he could derive this sort of pleasure from attending to his mate while putting his own needs second he would have seduced Bria the very first night of their tethering. With her he could be selfless, and he marveled at the effect she had on him.