Bite, My Love (12 page)

The
Vampire’s jaw clenches, and his intensity lessens. “A truce.
Daniel?”

“
I was no danger to her or you to begin with.” Daniel shrugs.
“What happened between us will not affect my ability to be
rational. I do not hold grudges. You have your truce.”

Ben
snorts, but turns with a brilliant smile for Lee. “I’m mad you
endangered yourself for nothing, but each time I think of our child
my heart overflows.”

Lee
returns his smile with a luminous beaming of her own.

Daniel
and I stare each other down. “What have you done?” My voice is too
high, strained with the effort of not shrieking.

There’s
nothing but cultivated blankness on Daniel’s face.

Does he
not realise the horrible things that tormented me when the sun was
up? Trapped in a strange place, alone, I couldn’t leave because I
was tired, hungry, and I wouldn’t get very far with the Pack
hunting me looking for him. I wanted to leave so badly, and had to
repeatedly remind myself our unresolved mating would leave me
vulnerable without my mate by my side.

Why
doesn’t he understand that now my wolf has chosen him she expects
him to keep us safe?

Anger
prances across his handsome features.

Is he listening to my thoughts? He didn’t realise these
things would affect me?
‘You are my mate.
Let me care.’

The avarice in his expression bleeds until his face is
soft.
‘Stop your fussing.’

I’m
tense, resistant when his arms surround me. I sigh. Daniel runs his
hands down my body, his fingers kneading, dipping, and flaring with
the curvature of my form.

Pleased,
he rumbles in my ear. The sound is dark and seductive, paying
homage to my body. “I missed this.”

Not ‘you’
but ‘this’.

It’s a
start.

Sensing
his mood, I catch his hand sliding up for my breast, and tug him
after me towards the door.

Ben and Lee
so
need some privacy. Their moans are loud, and Ben’s hands are
doing eye-popping things.

I’ll find
us our own cubbyhole where I can interrogate and seduce
Daniel.

But he
does not move.

Daniel
looks at the other couple in the room, gaze questioning.

Ben lifts
his head from plundering Lee’s mouth. A sleek eyebrow climbs, and
the corner of his mouth curves. He murmurs something in Lee’s
ear.

Eyes
sparkling, she nibbles on her bottom lip. Her gaze shyly meets
mine. Wink. She nods at Ben timidly.

My
attention shifts to Ben who drops to his knees and pushes her shirt
apart to bare her breasts, sucking a dusky nipple into his mouth.
She mewls, fingers curling into his hair. Ben stands, grabs her so
she can lock her legs around his waist, and he sets her down on the
sideboard, rocking his jean-clad hips into hers.

Lycans
behave like this all the time, animal nature and all
that.

I’d not
expected it of the Vampires. They seem too remote to enjoy anything
so openly kinky.

Staggered, my attention snaps to Daniel.

He pulls me into a shaft of moonlight by the window, and
turns so my back presses into his front. His cool breath tickles
the nape of my neck. Lips crafted from sin ghost over the shell of
my ear as strong hands grip my hips.
‘Lee
likes to watch.’
The whisper ends on a
naughty chuckle. Daniel nips my earlobe.
‘And Ben does whatever she wants, encourages it because he
loves nothing more than making her happy. I hear it in his
thoughts.”
His fingers stroke my hip
lazily.
“Sickeningly sweet, isn’t
it?’

I swallow, loud enough to hear the dry click at the back of
my throat. “So Ben does whatever her heart desires. Whatever his
Bride wants?” The concept
is
nauseating, but charming too. “You won’t do the
same for me.”

I lick my
lips, again, because the feel of my wet tongue is
erotic.

My
breathing turns ragged.

I feel
Daniel’s mouth pull into a smirk as he presses a kiss to my throat.
“It’s best you believe that.”

I’m
roughly spun round.

Daniel’s
forehead undulates. His brow slopes over his eyes leaving a lumpy
crown of bone. His fangs elongate, and his gaze transforms into
piercing stare.

Reduced
to hiding behind the monster.

He wants me to
think
he doesn’t care. I suppose for him it’d be easier
if I conform like the rest, and accept he’s cruel and sinister when
really he’s just broken, hurting, and in need of my
love.

I’ve seen
the real Daniel, and it’s as beautiful as his creature is
ugly.

Knowing what he needs, I tug his shirt away from the
pearlescent skin at his neck. Skin so pretty it
hurts
to look. Silvery scars make it
better, adds a flaw I can relate to, so I feel less like I’m in the
presence of a fallen angel.

I am
conqueror. My vicious teeth marks brand this warrior.

Whatever
excuse he uses to convince himself our relationship is doomed, his
skin reveals the truth. His Bride has claimed him, and she’s
offering to love him.

Snaring
his icy gaze, I let my desire melt his indignation into a sexy haze
of want.

“
The Vampire is hard for the Lycan,” I murmur.

He
grins.

I drag
the flat of my tongue over my claim on his skin in a singular,
insolent lick. I suck on the mark, loving the taste of his skin,
all masculine and salty.

Knees
knocking, his bony crown smoothes. The predator retreats and leaves
behind a face forged from dreams.

Handsome?

Daniel is
beyond the word.

He
trembles. Large hands flex on my hips. His breathing is heavy and
harsh. Groaning, he rocks forward to kiss my temple and press his
groin into my belly.

Faraway
eyes identify my smug expression for the victory it is and
harden.

Daniel
grabs my chin. Baring my throat, he returns my teasing. His licks
are lazy, arrogant flicks over the double pinpricks he bit into my
skin the first time we clashed. He chuckles evilly. Watches me
through slumberous eyes, twin pools of lust lowered to sapphire
slits, exultant to again be in control.

I gasp.
Shivering in his arms, my nipples tingle and rub against the cotton
twill of my borrowed shirt.

A
blissful sigh has my gaze wandering over the other couple. Ben and
Lee have moved from sideboard to sofa.

Naked in
a tangle of clothes, Ben eases onto a supine Lee, sprawled out on
the Chesterfield. Firelight casts a shimmering nimbus around her
pastel limbs. She sighs. The sound brims with love. Her rounded
hips roll, arms curving in welcome, luring him into her embrace.
She arches into Ben, a pagan goddess accepting ravishment.
Supplicant, he bows to her, straining body descending towards his
idol. Ben hisses when she nips at his chest, running her hands down
his muscled back. The caress becomes a wild scratch down his sides.
She grabs his backside. Fingers dig greedily as she fits him
against her.

‘
See how he loves her.’
Even Daniel’s
mental voice is breathless.
‘Would you
believe you can inspire greater pleasure? Desire so powerful
nothing can match it? Not even the vision of consummate adoration
you see now.’

Look how Lee holds Ben, as if he’s precious, sculpted by love
itself. Desire greater than
that? Look how
Ben slants his mouth over Lee’s, and rocks his body into hers with
such care.

I can’t
begin to fathom desire so vast.

Daniel
believes we can be as beautiful? It’s possible for our feelings to
burn so brightly? Become a primal power too furious to contain, and
too ferocious to tame?

This is
too much, the need growing inside me. It was easy before. I clung
to the hope if he rejected our mating I could find a new pack where
I’d no longer be babied, but how can I not want Daniel with all my
heart?

How do
you protect yourself from falling in love with a man like
him?

He turns
my head and kisses me, mouth crushing until blood floods my lips to
ease the ache. Tongue tangling with mine, supping, exploring with
no indication of retreat, he stabs me over and over as his hips
rock, his hardness pressing into the flesh of my ass and making me
wet. Our lips press closer, battling for dominance. A hand cups my
breast, squeezes, and a thumb plunges past the fabric to sweep over
the hard peak.

Holy
hell.

I rest my
hands on my stomach. My fingers become claws that snag the cotton
in agitation.

Daniel
kisses the tender spot behind my ear. My eyes roll and my leg
shakes. Sucking, applying pressure, he plays with me. Teases. His
thoughts are dark, but rising beyond the shrouded tangle is the
desire to possess me, to claim what’s rightful his before the
end.

Hold on and wait. The end?
‘What end
are you thinking about-’

Teeth
graze the sensitive skin on my shoulder around his bite mark. My
train of thought derails. Shuts down. I squirm in his
embrace.

How much
wonderful am I to be punished with?

CHAPTER TEN

Jerking
his hips, Daniel pushes me forward. We take jarring, uncoordinated
steps that have me reaching to brace myself on the sofa.

Wouldn’t
want to tumble over onto Lee and Ben. Errant thoughts of exactly
that happening flicker through my mind. My mind lingers on taboo
images dreamt only in the dark imaginations of the sensually
deviant.

Daniel
stills. Hisses sharply.

I wait,
expecting shame or disgust, but Daniel sends me the beginnings of
an image so provocative my legs weaken and my insides
liquefy.

Daniel
and Ben thrust into me, hands travelling, tongues stroking. And
it’s not just Daniel who creates this vision. Another watches.
She’s aroused to the point of pain. She adds to the picture,
enhancing the colours and textures. An artist. She brings the taste
of musky flesh, and the rough touch of Ben’s hands on my hot skin,
a touch only she knows so well. Another inquisitive mind joins. He
reels at the scene then comes back with a vengeance, adding
pleasure that ripples across the four of us like wildfire. The
female watching is dragged under by the masculine presence, a mind
unlike my mate’s, but similar in animal intensity. Ravishing. It
blinds me. All consuming. Frightening in its intensity, the
connection is endless. Our minds fracture. This astral projection
of bliss cracks, and we’re forced to separate.

I hold
onto one last image as the presence of the foreign couple
fades.

Us four
entangled in rapture.

Lee’s
green eyes open and stare at me. She’s not all here, but somewhere
else with Ben. He arcs over her, his dark hair obscuring his
classically handsome face. Their legs are tangled and rubbing
leisurely.

Hips
aligned and lip locked.

Lee
clutches Ben to her, body writhing. Her raven hair blankets her
body. Ben’s mouth latches onto her pale skin and sucks until sobs
for release.

I’m
transfixed. Watching them has my body in a whirl.

Ben
entwines his fingers with Lee’s. He yanks her arms above her head,
stretching, and trapping her in one smooth move. She gasps. Her
head flies back as he draws a nipple into his mouth, and he smiles,
fangs flashing then sink into her flesh to draw blood.

Teeth
graze my neck. I quiver. Daniel’s hands slip under the waist of my
jeans, tug them down to my knees, and his knuckles stroke the back
of my thighs as he goes. Cold air hits my ass. A hot open-mouthed
kiss is planted on the curve of my buttock.

The air
leaves my lungs. I duck my head, flushing when my gaze clashes with
Lee’s. She grips her lip with her teeth, wets it, and the glossy
sheen is mesmerising. I exhale in a breathy rush at the lust
bouncing between us.

The hands
on me separate, one pushing on my lower back, the other easing
between my legs.

Jolting,
I look over my shoulder.

Daniel’s
eyes burn, lust darkening his stormy blue irises. They glow,
vortexes that devour me. How do eyes reveal so much? A strange
flicker of emotion slithers in their depths. Doubt? It’s gone, and
there’s only adoration in his eyes. Am I projecting my worries and
seeing things?

Bemused
at my fixed stare, he grins.

His hair
shines bright gold, and his skin is snowstorm white. The dark
tangle of my hair, and tan skin look richer, against his cooler
shades.

Hot and
bothered, I flick my head back, and my hair splays over his
forearm, chest, and shoulder.

He
shudders.

Gaze dropping to my ass, propped in the air, he stills. A
harsh sound is wrenched from him. Utter surrender. He doesn’t want
this, he
needs
it, requires it like the liquid souls he feeds on.