Her eyes held a determined look in them as she approached, speaking volumes. Drake’s arms immediately opened for her as she launched herself at him and covered his mouth with hers. Penny Berkey was his other half, and he was powerless to stop her.
She would get what she wanted.
He let loose a growl as her tongue made its way into his mouth to duel with his. He instinctively took control of the kiss, sweeping his tongue throughout her mouth to taste her. He threaded his fingers into her dark luxurious hair to angle her head, and crushed her to him as he turned, allowing her body to fall between his legs.
She instantly climbed onto his lap, bringing her heat in connection with this hardened cock. His fingers reached for the edge of her shirt as he fought to keep his incisors from descending as she moaned.
“Are you sure about this?” he gasped, breaking the kiss. She opened her eyes and nodded her head slowly.
“Please,” she murmured against his lips. She gently bit his bottom lip, sending him over the edge. He needed to have her now. This was his Penny. He had waited for her since she was born. She was made for him. She would be his for all eternity, and no one would take her from him.
He snatched the shirt over her head, putting her plump breasts encased in their black lace on display for him. The small metal clasp nestled in-between her breasts caught his eye. He reached out and undid the mechanism, pulling the bra away from her skin. His chest rumbled from a groan as her dark areolas came into view.
He leaned down and captured one with his lips, trying to draw as much as he could into his mouth. He played with the beaded nipple with his tongue, loving the taste of her. She threw her head back as he laved her mounds with his tongue. Her hips shifted, rubbing his cock, causing it to swell even more. His hands grabbed her plump ass, moving her along the length of him. He wanted her to feel all of him and show her how ready he was for her.
His beast rumbled in his chest, wanting to mark her, to leave proof that she belonged to him. It did something for his wolf to be able to show that their woman carried their mark.
Her eyes met his as she reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. He moved his face to the crook of her neck, running his tongue along her skin. His beast snarled, loving the taste of his woman. He tucked his fingers into her yoga pants and pulled them down.
“These need to come off or I’ll rip them off,” he demanded against her neck. She quickly lifted up to help him drag her pants and panties down, hopping on one leg to shake them off before plopping back on him. He widened his legs, causing hers to spread open, exposing her fully to him. He nipped the skin on her neck and soothed it with his tongue as he slipped a finger between her moist folds.
In due time, his mark would grace her skin.
“Yes,” she groaned as he slid his finger along her slick, swollen nub.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, massaging her clit. “Is all of this for me?” he asked, slipping his finger into her tight core.
It slid in easily, her sweetness coating his finger. Her tight walls contracted on his finger as he gently withdrew it. He massaged her clit with his thumb as he trailed his finger along her labia. His eyes were captivated by the emotions that played out on her face, and her hips began moving in rhythm with his hand.
“Oh my God, yes. This is for you,” she moaned as her head fell back, leaving her hair to cascade down her back. “All of it.”
“Can I have it?”
“Take it. Please, Drake.” Her breaths were coming fast as he increased the pace of his thumb on her sensitive flesh. “Just fuck me, please.”
“Take me out of my pants,” he growled, unable to take his eyes off of her. He would not deny her a request, especially such as the one she just made. Her fingers fumbled as she reached for his sweatpants. She yanked on them as he lifted up, easily lifting her weight with his.
“You don’t have on any underwear.” She gasped as he broke free from the restrictive pants. Her eyes flew to his with her discovery.
“I hate them,” he murmured, not letting up on her clit. He took his free hand and brought her face to his, making her look at him. “I don’t have any protection here.”
“I’m protected. I get a shot every few months, and I’m clean. It’s been a while since my last partner,” she admitted, a red flush appearing on her cheeks.
“I don’t carry diseases,” he admitted. It was the truth. Shifters were not susceptible to human viruses or diseases. He had to ensure though that she was protected because shifters had been known to sire children with humans. He tried to inhale enough of her scent to sense if she was ovulating. He didn’t detect anything and knew that she was not fertile at this time. He had to be sure, not wanting to just trust man-made medications to prevent pregnancy against his shifter seed.
She nodded her head as she lifted herself over him, holding onto his shoulders. With one hand on her ass and the other on his cock, he slowly guided her down onto his length. He gathered her to him, fighting to move. He needed to ensure that she would accommodate his thick width.
He released a curse as she moaned and rocked her hips.
“Penny, are you okay?” he hissed around his fangs that descended on their own. He was close to losing control of himself. The feel of her wet heat wrapped around him had him ready to pound away into her, but he knew that because she was a human, he could hurt her. He would be damned if he caused harm to her. He would never be able to forgive himself if he caused her pain.
The moan that was ripped from her chest was all the answer he needed. He controlled all movements, easily lifting her up and bringing her back down on him. Her moisture coated him, allowing him to slide deeper inside of her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck as if to hold on, and he widened his legs as he increased the pace. He grunted as her muscles tightened around him. Her plump mounds slid across his chest as she helped him move her along his cock.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air. He growled, nestling his face into he crook of her neck. She threw her head back, putting her neck on display. He trailed his fangs along her flesh, tempted to just go ahead and sink them into her soft skin to mark her, but he pulled back.
“Drake!” she gasped as she rotated her hips, drawing him deeper before she lifted up on her own and slid down on him.
He reached down and found her slick nub and began massaging it again. She was close to her orgasm, and he locked his eyes on her, not wanting to miss anything. He wanted to see her unravel and let go.
“Penny, let go,” he growled, wanting her to release first before he did.
“God, I’m almost there,” she cried out as he applied more pressure to her clit. She slammed herself down on him, causing him to curse. He was close, and felt the familiar feeling of his balls drawing up tight.
“Penny, come now,” he growled, pinching her flesh. He didn’t want to release without her.
She cried out his name as her walls clamped down on his cock, milking him for everything he had. He roared as his release slammed into him. Gripping her ass hard, he pushed as far as he could inside of her, shooting his seed deep.
She chanted his name as her body went limp against him. He held her tight, not wanting to withdraw from her quite yet as they both attempted to calm down. Finally, she drew quiet as he continued to hold her against his chest, the sound of her heart beat calming him. She slowly sat up and brushed her hair away from her face, a large grin spread across her lips.
“I think we got that perfected.”
Penny stared at Drake as he slept. She was deliciously sore between her legs and smiled. Flashes of their lovemaking came to mind, leaving her with questions, and her smile slowly faded. There was something about Drake that was different. Something that she knew would sound crazy if she spoke it aloud. If she asked, he would probably have her committed to the loony house.
In the day that they had been together, she noticed a hint of an English accent would appear when he spoke, and last night, she would have sworn he had fangs. The feel of his teeth dragging along her skin gave her chills even now. Was she going crazy? He couldn’t be what she thought he was. That would be preposterous. Vampires didn’t exist.
Or did they?
Her eyes widened at her thoughts.
That picture!
Was that really his great grandfather, a few times removed, or was it him?
“I can hear your mind going a mile a minute,” he murmured as he rolled onto his back. His eyes remained closed as he threw his arms behind his head. He stretched slightly before relaxing back into the plush bed.
She pulled the down comforter over her naked body as she sat up against the headboard and took him in as the light of day peeked through the blinds.
“What is it?” he asked, finally opening his eyes to look at her.
“I was just thinking, after everything that’s happened between us in the past day, that I don’t even know where you’re from,” she stated, too chicken to really ask what she wanted.
“Liar,” he chuckled. She realized that this was the first time she had actually heard him laugh. Even though it was a slight chuckle, she loved the sound of it. “You’re a shitty liar.”
There it was again. His pronunciation was that of someone who was British.
“No, really. I do want to know where you’re from.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, curiosity getting the best of her.
“Manchester,” he answered, not taking his eyes off of her.
“How long have you been here in the U.S.?” she asked nervously, playing with the comforter. She knew that he was a Brit, but his accent was very faint.
She watched him warily as he sat up on his elbow, giving her his undivided attention.
“Penny, why don’t you just cut to the chase and ask me what you really want to ask.” His voice softened, as if noting her nervousness.
“What are you?” she whispered. His expression didn’t change as he stared at her. She was beginning to feel like an idiot. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe it was just a play of light on his teeth last night. Who was she to wonder about someone’s accent? Did that really matter? Maybe he didn’t want people to know that he was British—
“Penny.” Drake’s voice broke through her thoughts. She focused on him as he sat up against the headboard. Her eyes were drawn to his perfectly sculpted chest, and her thoughts were turning carnal, thinking of how it tasted. She licked her lips as the memory of his taste came to mind. “What do you think?”
She shook her head. This was crazy. He was probably leading her on, thinking she was a little touched in the head.
“Vampire,” she whispered, bracing for his laughter.
But it never came. She stared into his eyes and knew that his laughter would never come.
It was the truth.
“No, not a vampire.”
Her breath caught in her throat as confusion overcame her. If he wasn’t a vampire, then how did he have fangs? She was pretty sure she had felt—
Her eyes widened at the thought that came to mind. If he was not a vampire, but still had extremely sharp teeth, could that mean he was a shifter?
Did they exist?