Lothaire (39 page)

All those chiseled muscles in his torso contracted in a breathtaking display.
From just my tongue?
Exhilaration drummed inside her, wonder. . . .

Arousal.

Which was understandable, considering his addictive scent, his delicious taste, his utterly masculine reactions. “I think I’m gonna like this, Lothaire,” she said, just before she twirled her tongue around the bulbous crown.

“Suck it . . . into your mouth.”

She nodded, then leisurely brought it between her lips. Another groan broke from his chest. His pleasure made her bold, and she drew him deeper, licking as she sucked.

When his head briefly fell back, Ellie realized that she
loved
this.

With shaking hands, he threaded his fingers through her hair. “How is your first experience?” His accent was thick, his words husky.

She gave a harder suck, then murmured, “I could do this all night.” His poor testicles did look like they ached. She dipped down to give each a lick, grinning as his knees nearly buckled.

“Ah, good girl!”

When she took his shaft into her mouth once more, he held her head in place and began to rock his hips. Then, as if with great effort, he removed his hands, making fists by his sides. “Do you know how . . . difficult it is not to . . . fuck your mouth?”

That was what he needed? Then
she
needed to make her hand and mouth feel as if he were doing just that. So she pumped her wet fist on his shaft, as her mouth followed in time.

“Yes, that’s it!”
A low growl began to rumble from him. He grew even harder in a rush, just as she perceived more of that salty taste.

“Look at me.” He cradled her face. Veins in his muscular arms stood in relief. So much strength—but he held her gently.

As she worked his engorged flesh, she met his gaze; red eyes consumed her.

“I’m about . . . to spend, Lizvetta.” His voice was ragged. “Be my dear . . . take it from me . . . and I’ll reward you, beauty.”

“I will.” Then she set back in, greedy for his release, wanting to feel it, to taste it.

“About to come . . .”
Suddenly, he grew motionless.
“Right upon your talented tongue!”
With a brutal roar, he ejaculated, spurting hard jets against the back of her mouth.

She felt every shudder rippling through his powerful body, felt his shaft pumping between her lips as he bellowed to the ceiling.

Warmth slipped down her throat as he yelled his approval, “Yes, yes, Lizvetta!”

On and on it continued, while his hips jerked helplessly to her mouth.

When he gave a last groan, tugging her off him, she collapsed back on the bed, catching her breath, unable to mask her surprise.

How exciting. How
primal
. She stretched her arms over her head and smiled—

“You liked that?” he sneered. He was
angry
with her? “Unexpected Elizabeth . . .”

Too much.
Again the pleasure was unforgettable.

As if Elizabeth was branding his mind with these memories.

Her eager exploration of him . . . the way her pouty lips had sealed around his shaft, her little cheeks hollowing as she’d sucked . . . her smile after she’d wantonly accepted his spend.

She’d told him she would haunt him after she was gone. He narrowed his gaze on her.

She might.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Lothaire pressed one knee to the bed. “Part your thighs.”

“Guess not.”

When she eased her legs open, he began to harden once more, not even surprising him this time. He was insatiable for her.

Which wouldn’t do.
I’ll worry about that later.

He cupped her sex—gods almighty, she
had
liked sucking him and swallowing his seed. She was wet with desire, so ready to be fucked—if not with his cock, then with his fingers.

He sank one inside her, probably the first time she’d ever been touched like this.

She gasped. “Lothaire, that feels so
good.
. . .”

“Do you ache for me here?”

“I-is that my reward? Are you going to have sex with me?”

Her seeming delight at the prospect aggravated him anew.
Too much.
He was roiling inside, and
she
was the cause of it. “No. As a mortal, you’re not strong enough to receive me.”
Not a match for me at all. Lacking in every way!
“I’m going to use my fingers.”

He stirred the one inside her. She was too tight, her maidenhead getting in the way. “This needs to go.”

“What . . . what are you talking about? That’s starting to hurt, Lothaire.”

He was hurting her? He
wanted
to. He was obsessing about her more than his revenge, more than his vows.

Something is wrong with me. I despise her kind!
He began forcing a second finger into her. Holding her gaze, he commanded her, “Take it, Elizabeth. Take them deep.”

When he’d wedged both inside, spreading them, her tears welled. “You can’t.”

“I can! Your maidenhead’s
mine
.” He drew his fingers out, thrusting them back in.

“Please stop . . .” She scrambled back, but he pinned his free hand over her neck. Her head fell to the side, her eyes squeezed shut.

Elizabeth couldn’t be his.
I did not subject my fragile female to death row for half a decade
. Of course it wasn’t her. He wouldn’t have taken his Bride’s virginity with a crude thrust of his fingers. . . .

I wouldn’t have vowed to obliterate her soul.

Reassured, he relaxed somewhat, able to rein in his anger. “Don’t fret—the pain will be worth it.” He found himself smoothing her hair from her face as he let her adjust to the fullness inside. “It still hurts?”

When she nodded up at him with glinting eyes, something twisted in his chest. How could anyone harm her?
So beautiful, so trusting.
“Tender little mortal . . . I’ll make it better, then.”

“J-just give me a second.”

“Shhh, Lizvetta.” He removed his fingers, kneeling on the floor at the end of the mattress. “I told you I’d reward you.” Lowering his head, he kissed her navel, and lower.

“Wait, you can’t do that! Not after you just . . . Oh, stop!” Again she scrambled away, but he clamped her hips, snatching her back.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

“Taking all of what’s mine.” Hands splayed under her ass, he lifted her like a bowl to his lips, pressing his opened mouth between her legs, slipping his tongue into her folds.

“Lothaire, no— Oh!
Ohhh . . .
”

He tasted the sweet bite of virgin’s blood mixed with her own honey; growling low in his throat, he almost spilled on the floor. “Dreamed of tasting you, Lizvetta.” He nibbled, he licked, he devoured.

When she began rocking to his tongue, he eased his forefinger back inside her wetness, stirring her. Then he curled it upward until he found that subtly ridged flesh.

Her hidden little spot swelled, waiting to be found by a seeking male. “Have you ever had a man tickle you here?” He gave it a stroke.

“Lo-THAIRE!”
she screamed, her back bowing.

“You sound surprised,” he teased. “I take it you like this? Was it worth a bit of pain in the beginning?” As he rubbed it again, he darted his tongue over her clitoris—

“Oh, my God,”
she sobbed, clenching the sheets.

“I told you I’d teach you how good it can feel.”

“Don’t stop . . . don’t stop!”

He stilled his finger inside her, chuckling against her flesh.

“You devil!” She twisted her hips, writhing wildly to get his finger back on that spot.

Sexy piece!

“Lothaire, stop teasin’ me!”

“Tease?” His cock was throbbing. Already, he felt the beginning tremors. “It’s the least I can do since you’re about to make me come on my carpet.”

Panting, she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes wide. “
Are
you about to—”

Another curl of his finger had her collapsing back with a strangled cry, her knees falling wide.

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E
llie heard the vampire laughing again, but this time it sounded much more strained.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, she stared down at his pale head bent over her as he swirled his tongue, softly caressing her inside.

“
Uhn,
getting so
wet
,” he growled, relentless.

She was close, and he kept her right on the edge. That frightening intensity she’d felt with him before returned stronger than ever.

Yet then . . . movement flittered within her chest.
No. It can’t be.

Then it happened again.

“Ask me to let you come,” Lothaire told her, “and I might—”

“No. . . . No!” Saroya had begun taking over. Twice in one day?

He raised his head.
“No?”

“She’s trying to rise!” Ellie leaned up. “Lothaire, I
want
this. Don’t make me go. Please, I have to feel this!”

“You obey me, Lizvetta. You
stay
with me.”

She gave a shaky nod. “I-I’ll try.”

“Look at me.” His gaze held hers, the hypnotic red mesmerizing her. Like staring into embers. “This pleasure is for you alone to enjoy. You remain with me for this.”

Saroya had already stolen so much from her. Ellie refused to surrender this as well. She resisted her with everything she had.

Waiting . . . fighting . . .

In time, the threat passed. “I think I held her back.”

“Good.” He ran his face against her thigh, as if he was praising her in some animal kind of way.

Ellie swallowed. “You’ll keep going now? With that kiss of yourn?”

With his free hand stroking his shaft and a grin tugging his lips, he bent down to her once more.

As he curled his finger, he took her clitoris between his lips to suckle her. Her eyes went wide, then gradually slid shut.

His kiss grew more forceful. Unrestrained.
Ravenous.
The sensations deepened, stronger and stronger as he snarled against her.

The coil tightened until . . .

She screamed.
“Ahhh, Lothaire! My God!”

Stunning. Ecstasy. With mind-numbing spasms, her sex gripped his finger again and again.

She sat up with a low moan, clutching his hair, rubbing her flesh against his tongue as he caressed her so deep inside.

Wicked, how she moves!

With his fist flying up and down over his cock, Lothaire growled between each hungry lick at her glistening, slippery lips.

Her orgasm drenched his tongue. He licked her harder.
Still not enough, not enough.
The taste of her had to last him for eternity.

She tried to press him away; he wasn’t to be denied. Soon, she screamed again.

His female wasn’t done yet. When her thighs closed around his head as she bucked . . .

Too much.
At once, come exploded from him as he began to ejaculate on the floor.

His seed shot free in waves, pooling beneath him as he licked and licked her orgasms.