Younger, Bree - Burn [All American Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (26 page)

She squeezed down on his fingers. “A little, but—it’s—okay. It feels—good.”

He smiled to himself, glad to hear that his little Libby was enjoying the experience, because it was one he particularly liked.

He pushed his fingers deeper, hearing her moan at the penetration, moving his fingers in and out of her. As she began pushing himself back against him, he couldn’t stand any more, needing to get his cock into her. He pulled his fingers out and picked up the lube, slathering his length with the slick substance.

“Libby, I want you to relax, and, when I tell you, I need you to press down, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget to keep the bullet stimulating you.”

He saw her nod.

He took his cock in his hand and pressed it against her, feeling her stiffen up slightly. “Shh….it’s okay. This is bigger than my fingers, I know, so you really need to relax, babe.”

He pushed harder, feeling the resistance to his entrance. “Press down, babe.”

“It hurts, Ty.” She whispered the words into the pillow, but he still heard them.

“Come on, babe. You can do this.”

He felt a give in the muscles he was pushing against, and then the head of his cock penetrated into Libby’s dark channel.

She cried out.

“That’s good, babe. So good.” He pressed in further. She dropped the bullet and he picked it up, pushing her hand aside and holding the vibrator right on her clit. Then he went in another inch.

She was moaning again, and moving her hips. He couldn’t tell if she was trying to get away or to press closer. He pushed in further and further until he was embedded halfway. Then he paused.

“You’re doing so good, babe. I’m so proud of you. Just a little more. Can you take it?”

“Yes. Do it. All the way, Ty. Please. I need it.”

He was so ready to fuck her, he knew once he got into her that it wouldn’t take very long before he went off. He dropped the bullet himself, and used both hands to hold her steady as he pressed deeper and deeper. Libby shoved back in short strokes until he was finally balls-deep in her ass.

For a moment he was very still, relishing the feel of his cock enclosed inside of Libby. It was so tight on him that he wanted to just spew without moving at all. Like a snug fist. He took a deep breath and slowly began easing back out.

“Oh, Ty. God, that feels incredible.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah. It hurts a little, but it feels good, too.”

“For me, too. I’m going to fuck you now, babe. Okay?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Ty.”

He slid back in slowly, grasping her hips tightly in his hand. She groaned. He did it again, and she pressed back. “Faster, Ty.”

Without any more hesitation, he began fucking her, gradually building his speed. He knew it would be over fast for him, so he reached beneath her and began rubbing her clit between his fingers. Her moans were becoming louder and louder as he shafted her ass, faster and harder with each stroke.

He could feel his climax approaching and thrust his fingers up into her pussy, finding the rougher skin right inside and pressing down on it. She screamed, and he felt her channel pulsing against his fingers as she came. A moment later, he followed her, spewing his cum into her ass in one of strongest and hardest orgasms he’d ever had.

He managed to pull out of the tight clasp of her body and rolled off to the side, landing on his back. Lying there, he gazed up at the ceiling over the bed, listening to the gasping breaths coming from Libby.

“Are you okay?” He reached out his hand and rubbed it across her ass.

“Uh-huh.”

He smiled at the garbled response. God, he loved her. He really should probably tell her.
Later
, he thought to himself, and sank into sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

Libby unlocked the front door of her house and went inside. The living room had a stuffy, closed-in smell, typical of houses that had been shut up for a while. She went around and began opening windows so that the cool breeze from outside would dissipate the stale air. As she moved to open the windows facing the street, she glanced out and saw the car parked directly across from her house with the young werewolf inside who was keeping an eye on her. She waved, even though she couldn’t see him clearly though the tinted windows. Earlier, during the ride home, she had offered to let him come inside so that he could be more comfortable, but he told her he’d been ordered to stay outside because it would make it easier for him to keep an eye on things. He’d seemed really nice, and she’d had to adjust her thinking about werewolves like she’d had to about vampires. And now she felt a little guilty that he was stuck sitting outside in a parked vehicle just in case something happened, which everyone had assured her was highly unlikely.

She was actually pretty proud of herself for the way she’d been handling her introduction to the existence of paranormals. She’d had no more major freak-outs or fits of hysteria, and she was making some really cool friends. Her eyes had been opened to a whole new world that she’d never even been aware of before. She felt a little like that guy in that movie who had to make a choice…the red pill or the blue pill? She wondered if he ever regretted picking the red pill. Or maybe she was more like
Alice in Wonderland
, and she’d fallen down some really freaky rabbit hole. A wererabbit hole. She snorted at the thought and continued going through the house and opening windows. When she’d finished she stood back and took a deep breath. Ah, yes. That was much better. Even though the AC had been running while she’d been gone, it had been set pretty high. Libby preferred the fresh smell of natural air whenever possible anyway.

As she went through some minor chores that needed taking care of, she thought back to when she’d left the casino earlier. Ty had gotten up to tell her good-bye, and she had given him a long kiss and a big hug. He’d made her promise to call him or Quinn if she needed anything. She’d agreed when it became obvious that he would worry about her if she didn’t. After a last hug, she’d forced herself to walk away because she knew that Ty thought it was the best way of keeping her safe. Thinking back, she wished that she had told him she loved him. She had actually come very close to telling him, but she was afraid that it wouldn’t be welcome news to him. What if he didn’t say it back? She didn’t know how she would be able to handle it if he rejected her, or worse, felt sorry for her.

She couldn’t worry about that now. Pushing the thought out of her mind, she went over the list of things she needed to get done. It was already past noon. She’d have to go in to work at seven, so she had to get moving. First of all, she needed to get unpacked. Her truck was parked in her garage. Apparently Quinn had taken it in to be painted and detailed. The old thing had never looked so good. She spent some time unloading everything that she’d taken on the camping trip, which had all been repacked and neatly stacked in the back. She dumped the ice chest and left it outside to air out. The towels and shirts that she had dampened had been freshly laundered so all she had to do was unpack and put everything up.

After that was done, she went to her computer and booted it up so that she could check her e-mail. Quickly scanning through her inbox, she deleted all the junk mail, and there was a ton of it as usual. She spotted one message from her photography professor and clicked on it. Once she had read it, she barely managed to hold back a stream of profanity. Her pictures for her project were due today, and the professor wanted them no later than midnight that night.

She had completely forgotten about the assignment and obviously hadn’t made it to class Monday night. Damn, damn, damn. Well, the pictures that she had taken before she’d found Ty would have to do. Some of them should be good enough, and she only needed about five or six halfway decent shots. Going to the hall closet where she’d stored the camera case, she quickly grabbed it from the shelf. Then she carried it back to the living room and sat down to go through the pictures, but when she opened the case, there was no camera inside. Well, hell.

Quickly casting her mind back over the past few days, she tried to recall what she might have done with the camera. When was the last time she had seen it? She knew that she’d had the camera with her when she’d found Ty’s body. After that, she wasn’t sure. Had she thrown it into the back of the truck after she’d rescued him? It should have been with her other stuff if that was the case. She wondered if maybe Quinn or one of the other vamps had taken it thinking that there might be something on there that would help them find Cumbest or McElroy. After searching again and finding no sign of the missing camera, she called Ty, even though she knew that he would still be asleep. She left a message for him on his cell explaining her predicament and asking him to please get in touch with her as soon as possible because she needed those pictures.

She closed her phone with a snap. Well, that was all she could do. If he didn’t have the phone, she’d just have to plead with her professor to let her turn the assignment in late. Since she’d been ill, she thought he might give her a break.

Once that was taken care of, she continued with her other chores. The afternoon passed quickly, and it was soon time to get ready for work. She’d just finished her shower and was slipping into her waitressing uniform of khaki shorts and pale yellow blouse when she thought she heard a noise from outside. Pulling the curtain to one side, she looked out the window and saw that it was already dark. The were’s car still sat across the street. It was actually comforting to know that he was out there keeping an eye on things. It had to be boring, though. When she went to work, she’d tell him to come inside with her. He could eat at the restaurant and then just hang out until her shift was over.

Her mind made up, she went into the bathroom to apply her makeup and pull her hair back into a ponytail before making her way down the stairs. After grabbing her purse and her cell phone, she closed the door, making sure it was locked up tight. Then she exited out the side door and walked across the street to tell her guard that she was heading out to work, and he could just follow her there. After she reached the car, she tapped on the driver’s window and waited for it to roll down. When it didn’t, she bent down to look inside but couldn’t see anything. She wondered if maybe he had fallen asleep. She shook her head in rueful amusement. Some guard.

Putting her hand on the doorknob, she pulled it open and was grinning as she waited for his startled reaction. When he did nothing, she put a hand on his shoulder to give him a quick shake. He fell over, and for the first time she saw the blood. It was seeping from a wound in his throat, and now she could also see the red trails that spattered the inside of the vehicle. For a moment she just stood frozen, unable to comprehend the fact that he was dead. Violently dead. Then she choked out a hysterical sob.
Oh, God. Oh, God
. Frantically, she looked around, realizing that they were at her house. The vampires that Ty was trying to find. Somehow they had found her, despite Quinn and Ty’s best efforts. Her gaze was caught by a vague movement in the dark shadow beside her front porch. Eerie red eyes flashed in her direction. Vampire! She heard him call out and point in her direction.

Without waiting another moment, she shoved the werewolf’s body across the seat and jumped into the car, automatically engaging the locks. She dared a quick look and saw the vampire begin to spring toward her and then another one came dashing around the corner of her house. The keys were dangling from the ignition in the werewolf’s car, so, ignoring the blood that was splattered over the steering wheel, she gave them a quick twist, threw the car into drive, and shoved down on the accelerator. The car took off with a squeal. Daring a look into the rearview mirror, she saw the two vampires jump into another car and start after her.

She bit her lip to keep from sobbing as she looked over at the body slumped beside her on the seat. What was she going to do?
Think, Libby, think
, she told herself. She randomly turned down the next street and then another and had to swerve to avoid another car backing out of its driveway. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn’t decide what to do. Where should she go? Who could possibly help her against vampires? She was too far away to try to reach Ty. Should she go to the police station? What could they do?

Before she could make up her mind, a bump against the car had her eyes darting back to the rearview mirror.
Oh, God
. They’d caught her. She sped up, tires squealing as she flew around a tight curve. Another bump sent her car swerving out of control. She attempted to stay out of the ditch, steering into the skid, but it was impossible. Skidding and sliding in the loose gravel on the side of the road, the car careened down the shallow embankment and slammed to a screeching halt against a small pine tree. Her head flew sideways with a jerk, knocking against the driver’s side window. Then everything went black.

* * * *

Ty’s inner alarm went off and he rolled over, opening his eyes. The bed beside him was empty, and he didn’t like it one bit. He’d gotten used to Libby’s body snuggled up next to him during the long days, and now she was gone. But not for long. Not if he could help it. It had been hard as hell to let her go earlier, but it was for her own protection, so he’d given her a kiss and made her promise to stay in touch frequently, especially whenever she needed him. Or just to talk. Or whatever. Now he had even more of an incentive to get this business with the bloodslaves taken care of.