Into Death's Arms (37 page)

    
I kissed him back.
I wanted this.
I needed this. Funny how my thoughts reflected his own so perfectly,
I arc
hed my body against his I needed
to feel every inch of him.
I tried to free my hands I wanted to get that shirt
off
him, but he wasn’t letting go. He held my wrists with one hand the other skimmed down the length of my arm. I gasped into his mouth. His mouth left mine questing down my chin and across my jaw line. Dayton’s hair fell about me in glorious waves, slithering across my bare torso like it had a mind of its own and wanted to touch me
just as badly as he did
. His hand had finally
reached
my
breast;
he closed his warm hand around, cupping me
.
Again,
I arched. This was amazing
, why had I stopped him before? I couldn’t remember.

    His warm lips came in contact with my neck and I flashed back to the moment a few days ago when he’d bitten me. I wanted him to do it again. “Dayton,” I gasped. Suddenly oxygen felt like a commodity I couldn’t afford.
His tongue slid along my throat along my jugular, up to that spot just behind my ear. He nipped my earlobe.

     “MMM…
”
he growled
coasting that hot mouth back down laving the hollow of my throat. I whimpered
and just as I was about to beg him to sink his fangs into me he did.

     “Dayton,
” I screamed falling through space in a pleasure driven haze. I think I might have even blacked out for a moment.
He pinched my nipple a little harder than I had done. I cried out trying desperately to get my mouth on him. His throat was so close to mine but I couldn’t quiet reach it with his fangs in me. I was completely helpless a prisoner to his desire.
His hand left my breast and inched down across my ribs. “Dayton…” I whispered urgently.

     He took a deep draw at my vein and I forgot how to speak momentarily. “Please, I want to touch you.”
My voice sounded soft sultry
,
the voice I’d wanted earlier I’d somehow acquired in the last few minutes.
I tried to free my hands again. He held fast. His
other
hand slid across my belly. My AoD tattoo glowed brightly under his touch. I thrashed beneath him.

      He released my throat, sliding his tongue along the tiny wounds he’d made.
“I’m going to take you, Macyn.” He whispered his breath hot against my ear. I nodded enthusiastically.

      His
hand slipped
beneath
my little white lace panties. I whimpered and thrashed. He still held me fast. He was still completely dressed
well he had a few buttons undone but I wanted more
.
I wanted to run my hands across that soft smooth skin.
I groaned. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

   
Then his hand skated across my pubic bone and my legs seemed to go numb. I blinked several times as his hand cupped between my legs. This was going to kill me. It was too much, too good. He ran his forefinger along the sli
t between my lips. I whimpered. “So wet, for me, my love,
” it was a question.
Well,
who the hell else did he think it could be for?
I was breathing
too
hard for speech not that I was having a lot of luck with my word usage anyway.

     “Let my arms go.” I begged, “I want to touch you.”
I was desperate to get my hands on him. My body writhed beneath him soft needy sounds were escaping my mouth; I couldn’t seem to stop them from
getting out
.

    He considered my request with half-closed eyes. Then slowly shook his head no. “I like you just the way you are.” He rumbled against my ear then slid his finger into my
sex
.
I gasped, then convulsed.
“Do you not like this my sweet,
” he asked softly tormenting me with that finger. I shook the pleasure was so great.

    
His mouth came to mine again. I could taste my blood on his lips. His tongue penetrated me moving in time with his wicked fingers. I saw stars. When he slid a second finger into me I came screaming his name as I found a release greater than anything I’d ever felt before.

   
He
let go of
my hands. They shot up of their own accord and tore his shirt from his body. Buttons shot through the room like
little
plastic ballistics
. I ran my hands over the smooth muscles of his torso down the hard planes of his belly.
He was so hot. He smelled so good.
I wanted to touch him
, everywhere
.

  
I wanted him to feel like I’d just felt.
Still kissing him with every ounce of passion in my
body,
I worked at his belt the damn leather thing kept sticking I couldn’t seem to work it.
I made a small sound of frustration into his mouth.

   
He chuckled softly at me. “So eager,” he murmured against my lips.
I wanted to cry with frustration.

       “Help
me get the God damned thing off,
” I snarled. He chuckled again but his cool hands pushed mine away and he slid the belt from his waist in one smooth motion.
Damn
,
well practiced
Vamp
ire
, I suppressed a surge of jealously. How many times had he performed that little move for other women? I decided I didn’t want to know. Serial killer so wouldn’t look good on me.
“Show off,
” I growled and popped the button on his pants.  

       He opened his mouth to say something but I tore down his zipper and took his hard length into my hand.
I had to love a man that went commando.
Whatever had been on his mind slipped away. He was so
hot
,
so hard
. I hadn’t expected that the rest of his flesh was usually so cool to the touch
but come to think of
it,
his whole body seemed to burn tonight
. He was big and thick.
I licked at his lips.

   
Suddenly I was just a little scared. I mean I knew the first time was supposed to hurt but
,
how ba
dly?
That’s one of those things a girl just can’t ask her dad.
He must have seen it
in my eyes because he moaned, “You’re going to stop me again aren’t you?”
I looked into his
eyes;
I was
surprised he’d noticed in his frenzied lust.
At this
point,
he could have set the room on fire and I’m not sure I would have noticed as long as he kept touching me.
He nodded once and began to move away from me but I didn’t let go of him.
I wanted to wrap my legs around him but they were still trapped beneath both of our bodies.

      He shuddered as I stroked him.
His eyes closed his head fell back. I loved seeing him like that. He was supposedly the most powerful
Vamp
ire
in the world and with my little
hands;
I had him in complete surrender. Oh the power,
“You’ll go slow right?” I asked sharing my fear instead of hiding behind it.
That was how a relationship was supposed to work rig
ht?

      His brow creased in confusion. No doubt, he was confused. I’d been frenzied, begging him to let me touch him now suddenly I was nervous and scared. “I would never hurt you Macyn.” He answered solemnly almost
as if
I’d hurt his feelings. Maybe I had.
Lord knows I’d pushed him away so violently before
, so many times,
and I hadn’t been very nice to him.

      I st
r
oked him again. His eyes shuddered closed. “I know it’s supposed to hurt the first time Dayton, I won’t blame you for…”

     
His eyes shot open. “
The first time,
” he interrupted me. Shock was apparent in his features. His glow even dulled a little.

        I was suddenly very uncomfortable
I moved my hands away from his body
. “Yeah,” I whispered turning my head away a little. I felt sick. I didn’t want Dayton to know
other
men didn’t find me attractive. Especially not, right now. I was so close to having more than I’d ever dreamed of.

      He pulled away from me, j
ust a little so he could look down
and see my face clearly.
I would not cry. I would not cry. I
told myself. The hell I would not
cry. I felt tears prick my eyes.
I know it was silly after all the time he’d
invested,
he wasn’t going to reject me now, but fear isn’t always a rational thing.
“H
ow,
” he asked
, his tone just a little confused and just a little awed?

    I shrugged and struggled to sit up
.
It
was hard
to move
because he was still covering my body with his own
. “It’s easy you just don’t have sex with anyone then w
hen you do it’s your first time,
” I snapped.
This was not a conversation I ever thought I’d be having. I thought I would do this like I’d done everything else in my life. Crash in headlong and see what came of it. I found that I couldn’t and I was upset with myself for not seeing this coming.
I wrapped my arms around my chest feeling cold.

      Then
as if
somebody had hit the high beams behind his
eyes,
his glow lit up the room. “This is why you kept rejecting
me,
” he asked in wonderment.
His eyes boring into mine like he could look into my soul if he just stared hard enough, hell with all his mental mojo maybe he could.
“Not because
you did not want me,
” the light in his eyes changed, now he watched
me with that predatory gleam.

     “Mostly,” I answered in a whisper.
“How could I not want you, Dayton?
All the women in
North America and most of Europe want you.”  He had really thought I hadn’t wanted him. Yeah, when? When I was panting the first
time,
he grabbed me
even
though I had thought he was going to kill
me? Or, when he showed up in my bedroom and I couldn’t keep my hands off his skin? No
,
I know when I jumped him here in this very bed. Was he mental or something?

      He let out a long sigh like he’d been holding his breath for a very long time.
“But now you’re sure,
” he asked he couldn’t quiet keep the longing from his voice.
 

       “
Yes…” his mouth covered mine again
, before I could finish getting the word out
.

       “I love you, Macyn.” He whispered reverently when he pulled away. 
Allowing me to move my calves out from underneath our bodies, which was good because they’d been going numb.
He pushed his pants down his long legs, kicking them to the floor.
He surged back up my body. Then
he
kissed his way down my throat, across my belly.
He traced my AoD tattoo with his tongue. I whimpered again. Attaining that thing had hurt so damn much his tongue gliding along it made every second worth it.
His mouth seared a trail of heated sensation.

     “Of course you do,
” I answered him. “You are my AoLi I would be disapp
ointed if you didn’t,
” I gasped.
I felt his breath on the most intimate part of my body and my mind seemed to shut down for a minute.
I had imagined this. Hell I’d even dreamed of Dayton doing this but reality oh, God, reality was so much better.  My mind
flared back to life as his tongue slid along those lower lips. I nearly sprang from the bed. He made an animalistic sound and fell upon me. Licking, teasing, tasting I writhed beneath him unable to breath past the sounds comi
ng involuntarily from my mouth.
I thought his bite had been pleasure. I had thought his fingers pumping into me had been pleasure. I bit my lower lip drawing blood as I came against his hot mouth. 

   
He surged upward toward my mouth, positioning his body over mine. His hair fell about me like a curtain.
Cool silk on my fevered skin. He licked the blood I’d drawn from my lips. His broad crown slid against my sex. I thrashed. He chuckled and stroked me again, his burning erection against my sensitive moist skin. “Don’t tease it isn’t nice.” I informed him my breath escaping me in short bursts.