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JACE WATCHED THE SOFT restaurant lighting playing over the features of the woman seated across the table from him. She wore her dark hair short and natural. A pair of warm brown eyes smiled at him from a pretty face with a medium brown complexion. The red silk dress she wore caressed her slender body like the proverbial second skin. Although he had known Dawn Grier for over forty years, he couldn’t recall their ever sharing a meal out.
She sipped her glass of wine. “So, Jason, what brings on this dinner invitation? What can I do for you?”
“What makes you think I want anything from you?”
She shrugged, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, I don’t know. When a man I’ve known for forty-two years—who’s never showed any personal interest in me—asks me out to dinner, I start wondering what he wants.”
He grimaced. “Okay, you have me there.”
“So what do you want?”
He pushed his plate of lasagna away and sat back in his chair. “I need some advice.”
“From me?” She arched a brow. “Why not go to Wilfredo or Benito?”
“I’ve already talked to Wilfredo, but I need a woman’s advice on this.”
She smiled. “Then who better to talk to about women than our Benito?”
A picture of a tall, dark man flashed through his mind. Although he had come to view all of the hunters as siblings, he was particularly fond of Benito Maria Placeres. Although the Spaniard’s insistence on calling Jace Wilfredo’s blue-eyed boy annoyed the hell out of him, Benito was fiercely loyal and always had his back in a fight.
He nodded. “Benny is good with the ladies, but I need advice on how to handle and woo a certain type of lady.”
“I’m listening.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “Are you still friends with Kyan Milano?”
She sat her glass down on the table, her dark eyes narrowing. “Why are you asking about Kyan? She’s not like the others.” Her hand shot across the table and clamped around his wrist, her dark eyes widening. “Please don’t tell me Wilfredo is sending you after her. She’s not a rogue!”
He patted her hand with his free one before peeling her fingers away from his wrist. “Calm down, Dawn. My asking about her has nothing to do with hunting.”
She settled back against her seat, gulping in deep breaths. “Then why are you asking if we’re still friends if you’re not about to warn me away before you take her down?”
He shook his head. Hunters. Sometimes they could be almost as paranoid as the rogues they hunted. “I asked because I need advice on how to woo a fem. Since your best friend is a fem—”
Her eyes widened. “You and Kyan? I didn’t know—”
“Me and...? No!” He blinked at her. Damn, but she jumped to conclusions faster than anyone he knew. “She’s not the fem I want to woo.”
“Oh. Why not?”
“Because she’s not.”
“Don’t you like Latin women?”
“I’m not interested in wooing her, Dawn.”
She shrugged. “Who are you interested in wooing?”
He considered her in silence for several moments. She, along with the other hunters, had heard of Wilfredo’s encounter with Tat and her brothers. Like the others Wilfredo had lavished with affection and taught to hunt rogues, she was totally devoted to him. His enemies were her enemies. She would not look kindly on helping him woo a fem who had once threatened to hunt down and kill all of Wilfredo’s hunters. “Does that matter?”
“It might. Fems, like human women, are different. What works for one won’t work with another. So who is she?”
“You don’t sound surprised to hear I want to woo a vampire.”
She shrugged. “I’m not. Considering all the time we spent around them, it’s bound to happen to one or two of us.”
“One or two?”
She nodded. “Hell, I’ve seen a few vampires I’d like to get to know up close and personal myself.”
“Really?”
She moistened her lips. “Yes.”
“Anyone I know or might have to hunt one day?”
She averted her gaze. “How do I know who you know?”
He leaned forward in his seat and touched the hand she had clenched into a fist on the table beside her glass. “Who is it?”
“Last year when Benito and I were hunting the Marcos brothers, our search took us to a club called Eternity. Have you heard of it?”
“No.”
“It’s one of the clubs owned by full-blood Andrei Forester.”
Jace tensed. Tat’s twin brother. “You’re interested in him?”
“Not him. While Benito waited outside, I went in.”
While vampires could usually smell a hunter’s presence, for some reason, Dawn had the ability to move among them without setting off their internal alarms. He nodded. “Go on.”
“I encountered three vampire brothers. They were the most gorgeous males I’ve ever seen. They had these beautiful pure green eyes and red-gold hair. One in particular was breathtaking. His name was Damon duPre. I looked in his eyes and felt as if I were falling into a bottomless pit.”
“Sounds scary instead of sexy.”
She shrugged. “You had to be there.”
“What happened between you two?” He narrowed his gaze. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? If he did, I’ll—”
“Save it, Jason. I’ve already had the big brother spiel from Benito. Nothing happened. I pretended to be interested in taking a vampire lover, got the info we needed and left.”
“And?”
“And I’ve been thinking about him ever since.”
“Have you done anything about it?”
“No. You know what would have happened if I’d dared to mention my interest in duPre to Wilfredo.”
He smiled. “Oh yes. I can almost hear him ranting and raving that he’s not going to have any daughter of his defiling herself with just any run-of-the-mill vampire.”
She nodded. “I can almost hear it too.”
“What about Benny?”
“Every time I mention duPre, he turns Rambo on me. Two weeks ago he threatened to get a couple of the others together to take out the duPres.”
He nodded. Benito, like most Latin males, was protective of all the female hunters, even though each was capable of handling herself around vampires. “What do you know about them?”
“Besides the fact that they’re all to-die-for? Nothing. Will you talk to Benito and get him to back off?”
He frowned. “Are they rogues?”
She shuddered. “God, I hope not.”
“I’ll look them up.”
“And if they’re rogues?”
“I can promise you that I have no interest in killing any of them.”
“If they’re rogues and you’re sent after them?”
He shook his head slowly. He had never refused to dispatch any vampire Wilfredo had sent him after. Each and every vamp he’d been sent to take out had deserved it. Despite what Tat thought, he did not follow Wilfredo’s orders blindly. He always researched a vamp to decide for himself if he needed killing before hunting him. “If I disagree with Wilfredo, I’ll tell him so and why.”
“And if he sends others after them?”
He narrowed his gaze. “There will be nothing I can do. You know it’s forbidden to harm another hunter.”
She sighed and nodded. “I know, and I wasn’t suggesting you do that.”
“Weren’t you?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m just feeling a little strange lately. duPre barely spoke to me and yet I can’t stop thinking about him.” She widened her gaze and smiled. “And I don’t even find white guys attractive.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Your dicks are usually too small, you have no rhythm, you can’t sing and your asses are all flat as hell. A woman likes a man with enough ass to hold when she’s being fucked.”
“Well damn, Dawn, I didn’t realize white guys had so many fatal flaws.”
She grimaced. “Sorry, Jason, but facts are facts.”
“Really? You know what they say about white men as lovers, don’t you?”
“No. What do they say?”
“Once you go white, you’ve got it right.”
She laughed. “Did you just make that up? I’ve never heard it.”
“You’ll know it’s true once you get the right white lover.”
Her smile vanished and she sighed again. “So who is your fem? You never said.”
“Her name is Ana...Tatiana Forester.”
She sucked in a breath and stared at him in silence for several long moments. Finally she shrugged. “She’s beautiful.”
“Is that all you have to say?”
She nodded. “Oh, I know she gave Wilfredo a verbal dusting down, but I don’t think he took it personally. And if her brother had killed you or one of the others, Wilfredo would have done a lot worse than give someone a verbal dressing down.”
Wilfredo’s loyalty and affection for the hunters he called his children was well known in the hunter and vampire communities. “True. So we’ve both been foolish enough to fall for vampires. What can you tell me about wooing her?”
“Does she know of your interest?”
“Yes.”
She tilted her head and stared at him. “You’re sure?”
“Very sure.”
“How?”
“We’ve made love more than once.”
She blinked. “Does she know who you are?”
“If you’re asking if she knows I was sent to dispatch her brother Vladimir, yes. She knows.”
“And she still slept with you?”
“Yes.”
“Then what makes you think you haven’t already won her over?”
“Trust me when I tell you I have some bridges to rebuild with her.”
“Tell me more so I know what we’re dealing with.”
We? He nodded. That was one of the benefits of being one of Wilfredo’s hunters, you inherited an entire group of brave men and women who would walk through the fires of hell to help you.
He motioned to the waiter. Over fresh drinks, they sat and plotted strategy.
When they returned to the mansion several hours later, he and Dawn parted company in the upstairs hallway. “Aren’t you coming to say good night to Wilfredo?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I just want to go to sleep. I’ll see him tomorrow.”
He nodded and made his way to the master bedroom suite at the end of the hall. He opened the door and stepped inside. Wilfredo, glasses perched on the end of his nose, looked up. He nodded toward the recliner to his right. “Come and sit with me for a while and tell me how you’re doing, Jason, and who you’ve been with.”
He took the seat to Wilfredo’s right. “I had dinner and drinks with Dawn.”
“And did she tell you what’s been bothering her?”
He didn’t bother to ask how Wilfredo came to ask that question. “Yes. We had a long talk.”
“Good. Now it’s time you and I had one. Tonight, while you were out, a policeman came looking for you.”
“Me? Why?”
“He wouldn’t say anything more than that he needed to talk to you.” Wilfredo picked up a business card from the table beside his chair and extended it. “He asked that you call him as soon as possible.”
Jace read the name on the card. Jordan Guidry-Sonnier. Detective Sergeant, Philadelphia Police Dept. He flicked the card away. “What business can the Philly cops have with me? I don’t even live in the city.”
Wilfredo frowned. “I wouldn’t be so quick to brush him off, Jason. He’s not an ordinary human cop. I tried to probe his thoughts but found a mental block.”
“You couldn’t penetrate it?”
“Of course I could, but then he would have been aware of it.”
“So who or what is this guy?”
“Call him and find out what he wants with you.”
Jace frowned. “I don’t have time for this shit.”
“You’ll have to make time, Jason.”
“Why?”
“As I said, he’s not a normal cop. I sensed that he not only knew what we do but was also aware of my lack of humanity. I believe he is a Ritual Latent trained in the art of detection.”
“So he can sense when he’s dealing with non-humans?”
“Yes, and he’s quite capable of taking care of himself.”
Jace frowned. “You almost sound as if you admire him.”
Wilfredo shrugged. “Someone with his abilities would make an excellent addition to our family.”
“What?” He raked a hand through his hair. It had been well over twenty years since Wilfredo had trained a new hunter. “He impressed you that much?”
“He is a man of strong convictions and courage, with a deep-held desire to protect those most in need of it.”
Jace arched a brow. “I thought you said you hadn’t probed his mind.”
“I didn’t, but when you are as old as I am, Jason, there is much you know by the briefest of contacts with another’s mind.”
“But wouldn’t what we do go against everything he stands for as a police officer?”
Wilfredo shrugged. “We only dispatch vampires who prey upon humans. Why should that be contrary to his duties as a police officer?”
“I have no idea. So you want me to contact him and tell him, what?”
“Find out what he wants with you and feel him out. After that, we’ll see where we go from there.”
* * * * *
TAT STOOD AT THE AIRPORT, watching as an emotional Erica turned from hugging Mikhel to look at Vlad. “Oh, thank you so much!”
Before Vlad could respond, Erica flung herself at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his.
Instead of giving her a quick hug and a polite peck, as Andrei might have done, Vlad palmed her ass, ground his hips against hers and devoured her lips. Within seconds, Mikhel’s face reddened as Erica moaned and shuddered in clear ecstasy in Vlad’s embrace.
After watching with growing annoyance, Mikhel swore softly and pulled Erica out of Vlad’s embrace. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Vlad smiled at Erica, who blushed and leaned against Mikhel. Vlad shrugged. “She was thanking me and I was telling her she was welcome. So. Are we ready to head out to Boston?”
An hour later, walking down the hall to her condo door, Tat thought that the others’ flight to Boston, with Vlad piloting, was going to be very interesting.
Several feet from her door, she saw several vases filled with roses of assorted colors placed along the outside wall of her penthouse condo.
She carried the vases inside before she plucked the small card from between the petals of the middle vase containing a dozen yellow roses. Holding the small card against her chest, she closed her eyes. Which of her lovers had sent the flowers? Jason didn’t appear to have a romantic bone in his hard, beautiful body. But after she’d sent him home, allowing Jason to stay, Tim had no reason to send her such a profusion of roses. The only other male who had shown much interest in her lately was Vitali Boucaro, but he hadn’t given her the impression he was the flower-sending kind of vampire.
Heart racing, she read the message.
Forgive me. Jace.
Tim would have written about sending roses for his beautiful rose and pleaded for forgiveness. She wasn’t sure which approach she liked best. Each male had different qualities and abilities. And she missed and wanted them both. There were valid reasons why she should avoid each. Jason was the hunter who had set out to kill Vladimir. Pursuing a relationship with him would piss off her entire family. Tim was no longer the human she had fallen so deeply in love with. After having initially rejected her, he had decided he’d made a mistake. Instead of just asking for her forgiveness, which she would have freely given, he had assumed that to win her back he would need to be something more than human. He had aligned himself with a group of vampires called the Vamptues. Many of the Vamptues were also nocturenes.
As she understood it, the process of becoming a member required at least two steps. In addition to the living tattoo he’d been required to get, Tim had to swear allegiance to the vampire whose blood had been used in the Vamptue creation. It was also rumored that the living tattoo quickly took on a life and personality of its own, usually in keeping with that of the blood donor.
In a very short time, the human she had loved and known as Mike Timbersmith would no longer exist. Already, with their recent encounters, she could detect a disturbing difference in his behavior.
The ringing phone interrupted her thoughts. She laid the card on the marble-topped hall table and picked up the cordless phone lying there. “Hello?”
“Hi, sweet.”
“Jason.” She struggled to keep her emotions under control. “This is a surprise.”
“Why?”
“After some of the things you suggested the last time we saw each other, I didn’t expect to see you again.”
“How can you say that when you know how I feel about you?”
I love you. The memory of his hastily whispered words sent a tingle down her spine. What did he know about the dangers and pitfalls of loving a full-blood vampire? She had no doubt that he was in lust with her, as she was with him. But in love with her? She doubted that.
“I’m going to be blunt, Jason. We share a powerful lust for each other, but we have no future together. We’ve explored our shared lust on two separate occasions and that will have to be sufficient.”
“Don’t count on that, Tatiana. You can talk of powerful lusts all you want, but it won’t change anything for either of us.”
She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“Are you brazen enough to imagine I’m in love with you?”
“Are you liar enough to deny it?”
She narrowed her gaze. “You have a strange way of apologizing, Jason. Let me give you a little advice. Accusing me of fucking around and calling me a liar is not the way to get on my best side.” She broke the connection and resisted the urge to slam the receiver down.
When the phone rang again, she ignored it and walked through the apartment to her bedroom. She undressed, took a quick shower and then slid into the Jetted tub. Closing her eyes, she tried to allow all the worries and fears of the last few months to dissipate. Instead, she found her thoughts centered on the impertinent Jason Makefield.
She was far too old to be obsessing over a male not even a third as old as she was. She gave an angry shake of her head. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? Hell, now she was even imagining she could feel him when he wasn’t there. Her nostrils quivered with the remembrance of the wonderful masculine scent that belonged exclusively to him.
It was so strong, he could almost be... Her eyes snapped open. She shot upright from her reclining position. Jason, naked, with his fully erect cock jutting out in front of his body, stood in her open bathroom doorway. In one hand he held a bottle of wine. His other hand held an elaborate gold box with the words Marsh’s Ancient Delicacies embossed in shimmering red letters.
She licked her lips, her nostrils quivering anew.
He smiled, advancing slowly into the room. “I come bearing gifts, prepared to beg forgiveness.”
Instead of getting out of the Jetted tub and kicking his ass out of her condo, she lay back, resting her head against the cushioned neck rest. He knelt beside the Jetted tub, placing the bottle of wine in one of the refrigerated cubbies on the wide ledge to her left. He opened the box and extended it.
Inside were dark chocolate mounds, which she knew contained chilled, sweetened and jelled cow’s blood. If he thought she would be bribed into forgiving his sorry ass so easily...
“I come bearing sweets for my sweet.”
If he thought that line, albeit smooth, would soften her up...
He lifted one of the balls from its gold foil wrapper and placed it against her mouth.
Despite herself, she parted her lips and bit down. Dark, rich chocolate and jelled blood touched her tongue. She closed her eyes as the decadent dessert sent a chill of delight through her. Although she had been addicted to the delicacy for some fifty years, it had never tasted this wonderful.
As she swallowed the last mouthful, she opened her eyes. His lips were a breath away from hers. He lifted another ball, licked it and placed it against her lips.
She ate the second one with greater enjoyment, her pleasure heightened by the taste of his saliva. As she swallowed the last mouthful, she felt a tingle between her legs. By the time he pressed the next mound against her lips, her pussy was moist and aching to be filled with his cock. She had to clench her hands into fists at her sides to keep from reaching out and wrapping them around his hard length.
He lifted another mound, licked it and lifted it near his mouth. “Do these taste as good as they look?”
She nodded silently, licking her lips in anticipation.
He tilted his head. “Hmmm. I think it’s time I found out for myself.”
He put the box next to the bottle of wine on the ledge. Instead of popping the mound in his mouth as she expected, he dipped his other hand in the Jetted tub, found her pussy and parted her wet folds.
She caught her breath but let it out in a quick exhalation when he eased the chocolate mound between her cunt lips.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled. “You had yours with saliva. I’d like mine covered with pussy juice.”
As if they had a mind of their own, her legs parted.
He rose and slipped into the Jetted tub with her. Positioning himself between her thighs, he eased his hands under her body. With his palms cupping her ass, he lifted her hips out of the water and buried his mouth against her body.
He licked and nipped at her flat belly before kissing his way over her wet skin to rest against her pubic hair. He inhaled deeply. “You have the most incredible scent when you’re aroused. I can’t wait to taste you.”
To encourage him, she pushed her hips higher.
He licked the length of her outer lips, sending chills all through her. His warm, firm lips nibbled at her clit.
She moaned.
He slid his mouth down her slit, parted her and bit into the chocolate. She felt some of the jelled blood ooze into her pussy. Anticipating his shooting seed there soon, her nipples hardened.
She resisted the need to snatch his body up hers, grab his cock and stuff it deep in her pussy so she could fuck him until he was too limp and sore to stay hard.
With his tongue, teeth and lips probing at her swollen lips, she cried out, pressed her hands against the back of his head and came. Settling against her, he kept his mouth on her cunt, eating what was left of the chocolate while licking her juices.
He didn’t lift his head from her body until she moaned and slumped back against the Jetted tub.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, lifting his head to look up at her. “They’re delicious mixed with pussy juice.”
She parted her legs further and stared up into his eyes, allowing her expression to tell him what she wanted.
“That’s my woman. Prepared to give me some of the pussy that belongs exclusively to me?”
She nodded, her hunger to feel him inside her leaving her bereft of words.
He slid up her body, moved his hips against hers and pressed downward.
The first inch of his cock sliding into her pussy sent a shock of delight so strong through her it left her almost breathless, while simultaneously sending a chill of dread through her. She’d had more lovers than most human woman could imagine. There was no reason for her to need sex with him half as much as she did. This man had done his best to kill Vladimir. Knowing that and yet allowing him to fuck her again was outrageous. Why did all her self-respect vanish the moment he waved a stiff dick at her? Why—
All thoughts were chased from her head as Jace slid balls-deep inside her. He groaned then grabbed her ass again, crushed his hungry lips down on hers and fucked quickly, roughly in and out of her, treating her pussy as if it was his personal possession to be used however he liked.
Returning his demanding kisses, she wrapped her legs and arms around his body. She arched her back, driving his cock deeper in her pussy. Each delicious stab of his dick sent a corresponding jolt of almost unbearable pleasure through her. Her pussy radiated with a joy that quickly spread through her entire body.
No other male, human or vampire, had ever created these intense feelings or this level of pleasure in her. Breathing was difficult, nearly impossible. His cock became an extension of her body...a vital part of her internal system she couldn’t survive without.
A gigantic rush of satisfaction thundered through her pussy, setting it on fire before quickly spreading down to her toes and fingers. She tore her mouth away from his and sobbed as she experienced the most amazing climax of her long life. A powerful thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside her. Feeling the jets of his seed blasting into her pussy prolonged her release.
He held her tightly as he continued to thrust into her, pumping the last of his cum into her cunt.
“Oh shit,” he groaned, burying his face against her neck. “That had to be the most incredible fuck...” He lifted his head. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Feeling as satisfied as a cat in heat, she forced her eyes open and gazed up at him.
He shook his head. “That wasn’t a fuck. Anyone can fuck, but only two people destined to spend eternity together could make love as we just did.” He licked her lips. “I love you and I don’t care what you say or how much you deny it, I know you love me too.”
Shaken by what had just happened between them, she was in no mood for any of his shit. She pushed him off her. His cock came out of her with a popping sound. Some of their combined fluids oozed out of her body. She set him on his feet beside the Jetted tub and rose. “Don’t be so damned dramatic. If I were you, I wouldn’t let one fuck go to my head, Jason. You live long enough, you’ll have better.”
Ignoring the tightening of his lips, she stepped onto the tiles beside him. She reached for a towel from the warmer and wrapped it around her body. Or at least she started to.
He grabbed the edge and tossed it aside. He swung her around to face him. “You’ve lived close to four hundred years. Have you ever had better?”
She swallowed hard and averted her gaze, unwilling to lie about something that had touched her so deeply.
He cupped her cheeks between his palms, pushing her chin up. “Don’t look away from me. You maintain my gaze and tell me you’ve had better with any of your lovers.”
She jerked away from him, putting several feet between them. “Don’t forget yourself or who you’re dealing with, Jason. I’m not some human whore whose will you can bend to your own.”
He closed the distance between them. Slipping an arm around her waist, he drew her body against him, until his hard length pressed against her. “I know just who you are.” He curled the fingers of his other hand in her hair and drew her head back so they were staring at each other. “You’re my fem...my woman.”
He rubbed his cock against her cunt and she shuddered.
She hated the triumphant look in his eyes at her involuntary reaction.
He slid his hand over her ass. “Everything about you belongs to me from your beautiful titties, your big, brown ass and your honey-sweet pussy.” He nibbled at her lips. “They all belong to me. Tell me they don’t.”
Although she shook her head, when he reached down to part her wet slit, she made no effort to stop him shoving his cock into her. He glared into her eyes. “This sweet pussy is mine, and you’d better get used to the idea that I’ll take it and you whenever I like.”
He slapped her ass so hard she gasped.
Smiling and staring into her eyes, he eased in and out of her. “Tell me you love me,” he ordered.
She shook her head.
“Never mind. Shall I tell you what I love about you?”
She nodded.
“I love how my pussy tightens and ripples around my cock. I love the smell of my pussy when it’s filled with my cum. I love the way your dark skin glistens with sweat when we enjoy a really hard, raunchy fuck. I love everything about you. I love you.”
His erotic words had a hypnotic effect on her. She linked her arms around his neck. Pushing off the floor, she wrapped her legs around his body. Keeping their gazes locked, they enjoyed a quick, explosive standing fuck.
She rotated her hips and moaned with pleasure each time he shot his powerful hips forward, driving his thick, hard length into her pussy. At one point, he held her by her waist and bounced her up and down on his cock. Pure, sweet delight washed over her.
She wanted to close her eyes to savor the delicious feelings buffeting her body, but she didn’t want to miss watching the expression on his face as they fucked each other. She moaned and raked her fingers through the hair at his nape. Lord, who knew sex could devastate her so thoroughly?
She didn’t close her eyes until her climax thundered through her. Only then did she moan and lay her head against his shoulder. With his arms still holding her, she felt weak and needy.
He kissed the top of her hair. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
He placed a hand under her chin and stared down at her. “Damn, I’d give anything to knock you up and watch your beautiful brown belly slowly swell and your breasts start to sag, heavy with milk, as my baby grows inside you.”
He eased his cock out so only the head remained in her.
She made a small sound of protest.
His dark eyes alight with triumph, he quickly sheathed himself inside her again. He licked her neck. “I’m about to come. Maybe this time you’ll get pregnant and have my baby.”
His words tore at her emotions. At this point in her life, she wondered if she were capable of getting pregnant. If he managed to impregnate her, the miracle of it would be overshadowed by the grief any relationship with him would entail. Nevertheless, his words aroused her.
Holding her ass in his palms, he emptied the contents of his heavy balls deep into her pussy. Then, with his dick still buried inside her, he carried her to the bedroom. Once there, he withdrew from her and tossed her face down onto the bed.
Instead of objecting to his lack of gentleness, she lay with her eyes closed, her legs parted.
He kneeled between her legs, raining kisses on her ass. Parting her cheeks, he rimmed her hole with his tongue and teeth.
“Hmmm.” She wriggled her hips and lifted her ass against his mouth. “Oh yeah.”
A finger replaced his mouth against her nether hole. “You know what I like most about fems?”
“What?”
“They can take a cock up their ass without any lube. So get your ass ready, baby, here comes my dick.”
“Hmmm.” She reached back and eagerly parted her cheeks. Her pussy convulsed at the thought of his thick cock sliding in and out of her ass.
Rising above her, he pushed his cock against her puckered hole, pressing forward with steady pressure. He pierced her anus, easily sliding balls-deep up her ass.
“Oh yes!”
He laid his body along her back and slipped his hands under her shoulders. “Oh hell yes,” he groaned, thrusting in and out of her. “Oh damn, sweet, your ass is so hot and tight...it’s almost as good as your pussy.” He licked at the back of her neck as he fucked her. “Oh baby, you’ve ruined me for any other woman...fem or human.”
She smiled, tightening her anal muscles around his cock. Pressing her cheek against the bed, she lay underneath him, savoring the joy of having her ass fucked by a handsome young man she knew she could no longer resist. While she wasn’t ready to think in terms of love or bloodlust, there was no way she was giving him up or sharing him with any other woman. This cock and this man were hers—until she tired of him.
He rammed his cock up her ass so hard and so rapidly, her body was repeatedly thrust forward against the bed. Her clit, hard and hot, erupted and she came, her thighs quivering and her ass muscles tightening around his cock.
He bit into her neck.
With a shock of delight, she felt his incisors piercing her flesh. She moaned in ecstasy as her blood flowed into his mouth at the same time his cum shot in her ass.
Long after he stopped coming, he continued to feed on her. She loved having an ass full of cum and cock while he ingested her blood. Finally, when she was about to come again, based on the sheer, unexpected delight of him ingesting her blood, he removed his incisors and eased out of her well-fucked ass.
He rolled her onto her back, climbed on top of her and buried his face against her shoulder, his body shaking.
She held him, stroking her fingers along his back. Although her hunger for cock had been satisfied for the moment, she had another hunger only he could full satisfy. “I need you,” she whispered.
He tilted his head. “I’m here to satisfy all your wants and desires. Take what you need, love.”
One of the beauties of being a full-blood was the immunity to all human diseases, including those that were sexually transmitted. She eased Jace’s cock into her pussy. Cupping her hands over his ass, she bent her head, her incisors descending. His blood, warm and sweet, filled her mouth. Keeping her incisors firmly buried in the side of his neck, she rolled him over so that he lay on his back with her impaled on his cock.
Fucking him slowly, she fed on him. As she did, she knew why the Ancient Delicacies had tasted so wonderful. The main ingredient had been his blood, rather than cow’s blood. He had wanted to please her so much he had taken the time to find out what she liked then donated his blood to one of the few humans who knew how to make the delicacies craved by fems.
He lay under her, stroking her back and ass. Undulating her body and rotating her hips to get the maximum pleasure for them both, she leisurely fucked herself to the most natural and wonderful high a vampire could experience—one driven by blood and an undeniable affection.
With his cock throbbing in her and his blood flowing into her, she surrendered to her climax. The powerful contractions in her pussy triggered his orgasm, and they came within seconds of each other. Still impaled on his cock, she settled against him, withdrew her incisors from his neck and laid her cheek against his damp shoulder.
“You tell me that wasn’t love,” he challenged, his voice husky.
When she didn’t respond, he rained sharp blows on her nether cheeks.
“Ouch!”
He slapped her ass again. “Pussy and cock only jells this well when the people meshing them together are in love.”
“Whatever.”
“Whatever? If you keep being a hard-ass, I’m going to pack my bags and take my cock to a woman who’s not afraid to admit she loves me.”
“Dream on.”
“Does that mean you’re ready to admit you’re not only in lust with my cock but in love with me?”
“Dream on,” she repeated.
He slapped her ass cheek.
“You keep that up and—”
“And what?” he asked, bringing his palm down on her already stinging ass.
And what, indeed. “I’ll don one of my toys and fuck your ass.”
He stiffened. “Don’t count on that ever happening.”
“Then don’t you tell me you love me again, until you’re prepared to allow me to fuck your ass.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near my ass.”
“Don’t tell me a fearless vampire killer is afraid of a little anal sex.”
“You might as well dismiss your unholy designs on my ass, but guess what?”
“What?” she asked sleepily.
“I love you.”
She knew he was experiencing lust rather than love, but damned if a fem couldn’t get used to hearing a handsome, sexy man chanting that he loved her. “When did it happen?”
“When did what happen?”
She lifted her head and looked down at him. “When we first met, you were a human latent. Now you’re sporting incisors and ingesting blood. How did that happen?”
“What difference does it make?”
The loss of Tim’s humanity had bothered her. The loss of Jace’s did not. She wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because she had never known Jace when he was fully human. She sighed, feeling drowsy but weary. She should pursue the subject. And she would—later. Right now she just wanted to sleep. Settling against his body, she drifted to sleep in his arms.