Fire rose on both sides of the long stretch of road. I was running for my life, screaming for them to stop. “Please!”
A pinging noise made its way into the deep recesses of my brain, jarring me into sitting up position. Disoriented, I blinked several times, trying to figure out where I was. The room was dark with a ray of light spraying in from the window. The clock on the nightstand read 3:00 a.m.
I kicked off the covers as sweat coated my naked body. That pinging noise started again. I flicked on the bedside lamp, and my phone’s screen brightened with a text from Sam: I’m on my way up.
He’d left hours before to finalize tactics and strategies for the meeting with my uncle. I thought he would’ve been back already.
I propped the pillow against the fabric headboard and shook off the remnants of my dream. Then I noticed another text from Jordyn: Hey, I tried to call but you must be asleep or with Sam. I made it to Boston. The apartment is fab. Call me before you take off in the morning.
I hadn’t been able to shake the macabre chills since Tripp showed us those slides of Noah talking to Lester. Maybe that was the reason for my dream—or what I could remember of it, anyway. Fire and…
The steel door opened, and Sam strutted in with an air of danger as menace poured off him. “Well, this is a nice surprise. I thought you’d be asleep.” He locked us in as his gaze devoured every inch of my naked body.
“I had a bad dream.”
He started peeling off his clothes. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about. It was darkness and fire. Then I woke up.”
“Sounds like you’re having PTSD about that night.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. It was a nightmare to see you hanging over the fire. But enough about that. I need a distraction or to do something to keep my mind from wandering.” We were scheduled to fly out at around eleven the next morning, which meant we had plenty of time to tumble between the sheets.
He fixated on my tits. “I want to suck those babies until the sun comes up. Is that a good enough distraction?”
I gently rubbed my breasts. “You can’t have these. They’re sore.”
He grinned as his green eyes flickered to a glowing silver. “I’ll be gentle.” He tore the leather strap from his hair and shucked off his boxer briefs.
Sheer power and dominance rippled across the room. Waves of heat and lust wrapped around me, and I moaned as if he was licking my pussy.
With slow, casual steps, he came toward me, stroking his erection.
I lost my breath and my mind. Nothing mattered anymore except having him inside me.
He crawled onto the bed like an expert cat burglar about to snag the most expensive jewel in the world.
A squeal escaped as my breath caught in my throat. The anticipation of his tongue on my clit had my stomach in knots as though it was the first time we’d seen each other naked.
He peppered light kisses over my left breast. “I heard that pregnant women are quite horny.”
I snorted. “How do you know this?”
“I’ve been reading.”
Shock rendered me speechless. There was so much I didn’t know about the alpha vampire.
“Your lust is strong tonight, baby doll.”
“Is that so?” I was still processing his admission that he’d been learning about pregnancy.
But my astonishment vanished as he straddled me before adjusting my body so I was lying flat. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was husky as he positioned his hands on either side of my head and lowered his lips to ghost over mine. “Fast, slow, or somewhere in between.”
I giggled. “I don’t think we’re slow types, vampire.”
His grin was all imp. “You’re right, but I’m in the mood for long and slow.”
“Shut up and fuck me, please.”
He threw his head back and laughed. Then he slid down my body, the heated glide of his full lips everywhere at once and tormenting me into a squirming frenzy. When he reached the apex of my legs, he groaned as the tips of his hair caressed the sensitive flesh on my inner thighs.
I nearly shot off the bed as he chuckled then struck without warning. He sank his fangs into my thigh. The beelike sting sent a wave of pleasure straight to my clit. Odd that a sting elicits such a euphoric sensation. It wasn’t the time to analyze why but to give in to the vampire who was stealing my soul, minute by minute and day by day.
I lifted my hips, ready to touch myself, when he withdrew his fangs and snarled. “Impatient.”
I snarled back. “Fast, not slow.”
“You’re glistening.” A rippling growl escaped him as he lowered his head. When the tip of his tongue touched my clit, I bucked up from the bed.
He grasped my hips, feasting on me like an animal who hadn’t eaten in days. He dove into a rhythm that made me wriggle, sweat, and moan his name over and over again. I fisted my hands in the sheets and clutched for control. I wanted the swirling feeling to last, but I was on the precipice of having the best orgasm ever.
I took in steady breaths. Then boom—Sam bit, sinking his fangs in once again, this time into my other thigh as he worked my clit to a heated frenzy with the stroke of his finger.
Like quicksilver, my release blindsided me, and I screamed his name so loudly that if the room hadn’t been soundproof, the whole building would’ve heard me. I wasn’t done coming down off that mountainous high when he jammed his cock inside my dripping wet channel and roared like the animal he was.
My heart sputtered. My belly swirled, and in that moment, I knew I was in the right place with the right man. Predator or not, Sam was mine, and I dared my family to fuck with us again.
I tangled my fingers in his silky strands, guiding him to one breast then the other. His fangs grazed along the peaks of my nipples, never hurting me, treating my tits as if they were his precious gems. He didn’t linger long, making his way up my chest to nip at my chin. I closed my eyes, relishing in his tender touch as he rocked and I rolled, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our breathing was in sync. Our hearts beat as one, and just when I thought he would kiss me, he pressed his lips on my nose, my cheeks, everywhere but my mouth.
My body hummed, and my clit sang, my limbs languid.
I could sense he was on the verge of exploding.
I opened my eyes, looked up, and lost my breath. His eyes were a luminous silver with dots of green bleeding through. He was a beautiful specimen, hand carved out of stone by the gods themselves. I was mesmerized as I watched him watch me.
“I’m yours, Sam.”
As if those were the magic words, he fucked me hard and fast. Sweat slicked our bodies, our breathing labored. Then a flash of pain pinched his features before a guttural sound tore from his lips along with my name.
Tugging his hair, I squeezed my pussy around his cock. “Kiss me, vampire.”
He didn’t bat an eye and obeyed as if he’d been programmed to do so. Our tongues fought for dominance as he rode out his orgasm, his dick pulsing inside me. A galaxy of emotions overwhelmed me, and I was close to shedding a tear for some fucked-up reason.
I shook off whatever was going on inside my heart and flattened my hands on his scruffy jaw. “Sam?”
He rolled off me and pulled me to him—nose to nose. “What is it?” His tone was lazy and low.
“I need—”
His phone blared, jarring me out of my lustful stupor and severing that intimate connection that strung us together.
“Fuck.” He climbed out of bed to cross the room.
So much for telling him how I feel.
“Yeah.” His tone was caustic as he answered the phone. “Now? Are you kidding? Copy that.” He flung the phone onto the bed, scowling.
“You’re leaving?”
He shoved his hands through his hair. “You are too. A snowstorm is brewing, and if we don’t leave within the next three hours, we probably won’t make the meeting with your uncle.”
“So? Postpone it.” I didn’t care if we met Jack or not.
“Not a chance. We have a short window with your uncle. He wanted to meet. If we back out because of the weather, we feel we won’t get another opportunity.”
He had a point. Jack wasn’t one to give anyone a second chance, and he wouldn’t buy a snowstorm as an excuse. After all, he and Ray had flown through a blizzard to come to my rescue. Besides, one of the main goals was to read Jack’s mind. I wanted to know everything going through his thick skull.
“Once this is over with Jack, I don’t ever want to see him again,” I said.
“We’re in agreement on that.” He held out his hand. “Come on. I’ll wash your hair.”
Jack fell to the back burner as my eyes bugged out. I couldn’t picture Sam washing anyone’s hair. Regardless, I hoped I would have more of those moments with him.