Deny Me If You Can (5 page)

The push barely
moved him from his spot. She expected him to grin some more, but he became serious instead and possessiveness crossed his gaze. “Good, because you are mine and mine alone.”

Megan winced. “What are you talking about?”

“You could say that once a vampire considers something to be his then no one can take it away from him.” He placed his hands against the wall on each side of her, trapping her in.

Megan thought her heart would jump out of her chest any second. It was beating so hard that it almost hurt, and it was impossible to slow her fast breathing.
His face was so close. If she just leaned a little bit closer, she could kiss him.

He sure had
a hell of an effect on her, but she kept telling herself that it was all his doing. Thanks to that, she somehow managed to stop herself from wrapping herself around him and fulfilling every naughty thought that crossed her mind.

“I never agreed t
o that,” she said.

“Oh, but you did, whether you were aware of it or not. You are mine. Forever.”

Jaromir watched Megan's eyes grow big. “Forever?” she asked with a surprised look on her face.

Jaromir
didn't understand why he had said that. It had just slipped out of his mouth. He wanted her to be his for the night during the game. But when he looked into her mesmerizing eyes, he realized that he would have a hard time letting her go once the night was over. The vampire side of him screamed that she was his
mate
, but the reasonable side of him told him that it was all because of the game. The longing for a good hunt drove him into a frenzy that created a deeper need for her. He was sure that there was nothing more to it. At least, as long as he avoided looking into her eyes, but now that he stared into them, the need and possessiveness awakened like a mad fire within him.

Mate.

The word echoed within his mind.

He had
at first seen her as a perfect candidate to become one of his vampires when she had walked into his office and faced him like no human had ever faced him before. Now he saw so much more. He saw a woman, a lover and a queen.

His mate.

Jaromir shook his head. Maybe the hunt was getting to him, and it had barely started. It filled him with adrenalin, making him need this badly. He was sure that that was the reason why he looked at her as a potential mate. He had gone too long denying his vampire needs. That simple thought turned his hunting mode on again. Megan winced when he grinned wickedly.

“
If you don't do something soon you are going to lose, Megan.”

“
Why, you ...?” she said, but he didn't give her the chance to finish.

Instead, he bent down and kissed her hard. He felt her tense and a
squeak left her mouth before he silenced it with his tongue. He surrounded her with his large body while his lips took what they needed. He wasn't one of those vampires who jumped from one bed to another. He wasn't interested in things like that, but with Megan ... well, he gladly jumped into bed with her, over and over again.

She made him feel, she made him long, and she made him burn.
He knew how to kiss, but when he kissed her it felt like his first kiss. Her lips were sweet, warm and just perfect. She closed her arms around him and pulled herself closer to him. It was all her doing. He wasn't using his powers on her, and he didn't have to. She responded just fine on her own, and that was what he wanted.

Jaromir moaned and pushed her against the wall before he pressed his aching erection
between her legs. She rewarded him with a loud moan and deepened the kiss.

Holly hell. She was sending him straight to heaven. His body ached in a
n unfamiliar way. A wild desperation awakened within him, and if he didn't get her soon, he would go crazy.

When her gentle fingertips made contact with the skin on his back under his shirt, he shivered. Goose bumps spread on his arms and it became
uncomfortable inside his jeans. He opened one button and exhaled. He wanted her hands on him, everywhere. He wanted the game to go on forever. After having her this close, he couldn't figure out how on earth he would ever be able to let her go when the clock turned five a.m.

Every touch, every m
oan and every kiss made him more and more spellbound by her. His head was spinning in a delightful way. Oh, it felt so good that he lost track of time and place.

H
is shaft wasn't the only thing that ached anymore. His fangs ached too and he felt them grow. He had to pull away from her mouth. He didn't want to accidently pull blood from her. He doubted she would appreciate it even if she would feel no pain.

He rubbed himself against her
core and felt a desperate need for a release. Her wild kisses and caresses turned him into a predator that only wanted two things. Her and her blood.

Every thought about not grazing her with his
fangs left him when she bit him on the shoulder. Megan's legs were wrapped around him. He held her up with his inhuman strength against the wall and rubbed himself against her. Their clothes were in the way and it irritated him, but the only thing he could focus on was that she had just bitten him on the shoulder. She had opened his shirt and nipped hard enough for him to feel a wave of pleasure go right through him.

It didn't ma
tter if she had been aware of the bite or not. What mattered was that she had done it, and because of that, he couldn't stop himself. He was no longer thinking when he raised his hand toward his shoulder. All thoughts about the hunt went away along with the sense of logic and intelligence. One of his nails turned into a claw and a second later he tore his skin open. A stinging feeling followed, but the blood that poured out calmed the pain. It was as if she knew what to do. He didn't need to tell her. She leaned forward and Jaromir felt her close her lips around his wound, sucking and drinking his blood.

She moaned. He moaned.

Damn, how he wished their clothes weren't in the way. He ached to be inside of her, to pump inside her like a madmen while listening to her arousing sounds. Another wave of pleasure hit him, and he couldn't hold stop himself anymore. He pulled her hair away from her neck and struck. Her body flinched in his arms, but she didn't fight him. Instead, her body language begged him for more. She rubbed herself against his hard shaft, making him almost spill. His body shivered. Her body shivered, and together their bodies desperately cried out for more, but neither could stop from drinking the others blood.

They
shouldn't be doing this because this created something. He couldn't put a finger on what though. His mind was too busy with other things. He didn't even react when he felt something click into place within him. All he knew what that she felt the same. He pushed the irrelevant thoughts away and kept on sucking her blood while she sucked his. They kept rubbing against each other, now with a frenzy. They couldn't stop. It felt too good, too damn good. The pleasure she gave him blew his mind and all he could do was ride along. His body didn't listen to reason. It hadn't listened from the very beginning. He had never lost his mind like this to a woman before. There was something about Megan that made him want to claim her more than anything. She was his. Period. If someone tried anything funny, limbs would fall.

Megan moans became louder and her body tensed. Her lips went still against his shoulder. He felt her breath
ing against his wound speed up and he knew what he had to do. He rubbed himself harder against her. Her body tensed even more and pride filled him when his woman cried out her pleasure. He had been the one to give it to her and it made him smile, but he wasn't far back himself. He hadn't been aware that it was possible to come like this, but all it took was a few more rubs against her and he exploded. He roared out, unable to stop himself from screaming out his pleasure. His knees almost gave in beneath him, but somehow he managed to stay standing while his mind went into a haze of lust.

The door banged open and Jillian's voice yelled out: “Jaromir! How dare you!”

Megan looked up from Jaromir's shoulder when the woman buzzed into the room with an angry look on her face. Jaromir was still in the middle of his orgasm and was unable to stop screaming out his pleasure. Megan didn't know where the feeling came from, but all of a sudden shame flooded her, but the feeling wasn't hers. Somehow, she knew it was Jaromir's shame. There was no doubt in her mind.

Megan felt exhausted, her head felt heavy and her body sated, for now.
A wild possessiveness came over her, and she held on tight to him to show the woman that he was hers. He still held her in his arms while his body shook from his orgasm, and all Megan could do was look the pissed woman straight in the eyes. The woman crossed her arms, bit together her lips and waited.

Silence filled the room when Jaromir's roar died out.
Megan heard his heavy breaths against her ear and she felt his chest come in contact with hers every time he breathed in.

At first he didn't move. The silence was almost suffocating. The tension in the air was heavy. Megan waited for a bomb to go of
f any second. Jaromir's shame subsided and now she could swear that he was pissed even if his face didn't show it, but he didn't move. It took yet another minute before he slowly let go of her legs and let her down, but he didn't pull away from her. He remained standing with his back toward the woman. Megan knew why. He had just had an orgasm and wasn't presentable, and neither was she. Jaromir's shoulder was bleeding. His shirt was pulled down from his shoulder and his face was flushed. She looked something like that as well.

Megan looked into his eyes, and he looked
into hers. They never broke eye contact while Jaromir talked with the woman. His gaze told her he would fix everything, that she didn't have to worry.

“Leave, Jillian
,” he said.

Where
Megan stood, she no longer could see the woman whose name apparently was Jillian. Jaromir hid the woman from view with his tall frame.

“No way!” Jillian protested. “
You just gave her
your blood while she took yours, you son of a bitch! How dare you do such a thing with someone you don't even know! And what's even worse ... you did it with a
human
!”

Jillian spitted out the word “human”
with a disgusted face as if it was something dirty.

“Jillian, I'm only going to say this one more time. Leave!”

“Forget it.”

Jaromir's body tensed and Megan watched him change into another type of predator. If she had thought that he had
looked dangerous before, she had been mistaken. His eyes turned red, his fangs grew even longer and his claws turned razor sharp. Somehow she knew not to touch them, that a touch was deadly for a human, if the vampire wanted it to be. Somehow she knew that a vampire could release a poison through his claws to stop his enemy, and somehow she also knew that it was exactly what Jaromir was doing. Another thing she knew was that the poison wouldn't kill another vampire, but it would leave an impact. Megan had no idea how she knew these things. She just did. The knowledge seemed to come from the blue.

Jaromir corrected his pants. Luckily nothing was visible on the outside, but Megan
knew that it wasn't comfortable for him with the result from his orgasm inside his underwear. 

Jillian was irritating
Megan. Who did she think she was? What right did she have to buzz inside the room without knocking? What pissed Megan off even more was that Jillian had, without any shame, watched Jaromir scream out his orgasm. That was unforgivable, but Megan knew that she didn't have to worry. Jaromir was already on it. He stood tensed and one move from Jillian would make him snap.

Shane rushed inside the room with a worried look in his eyes. He looked around.

“What is going on? I heard Jillian yell.”

Jillian answered: “He has bonded himself to a human! I smelled the exchange of blood when I crossed the room, and I had to stop the madness. Jaromir
must have lost his mind.”

Bond? What bond? At first Megan
didn't understand what they were talking about, but after a while it hit her. He had drunk her blood at the same time that she had drunk his, and that was where all these new emotions came from. The emotions were really Jaromir's. Somehow they had connected through the exchange of blood, and that was where all the knowledge came from.

Her mind was still foggy and she had a hard time following what was going on. One second she had been pissed at him, the other second they had kissed like maniacs and
had almost made love. Once he had kissed her, her body had stopped listening to reason.

Did that mean that the hunt was still on, or had she lost?

Then she realized that she had actually drunk his blood! What had gotten into her? She was a human, not a blood-sucking vampire! And yet, she could still feel the taste of his blood on her tongue. It hadn't tasted as she had expected it to taste. It had been sweet and warm, and the memory of her lips against his shoulder made her long for more.