Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3) (17 page)

She ran her hands along his arms and shifted backwards. He groaned and swallowed, tried to keep his eyes locked with hers as she moved down his body, trailing her fingers over his chest and then his stomach. He pulled at the restraints, moaning as they bit into his wrists, the spark of pain intensifying his pleasure.

“Antoine,” Sera whispered and his attention snapped back to her. She ran her fingertips in circles around his nipples and then down over the ridges of his stomach. He tensed it for her, eliciting a sweet moan. She traced each muscle, fingers following the dips between them, her tongue sweeping over her lower lip. He stared at her mouth, wanting to kiss her when she did that.

She leaned over and replaced her fingers with her lips, kissing him instead, sweeping her mouth over his stomach. She shuffled backwards, knees astride his thighs, and licked the hollow of his navel. He laughed. Her answering giggle was light and soft, and she swirled her tongue around his navel again. Antoine bucked up, the cuffs tight against his wrists, and laughed harder. His stomach tensed and flipped, fluttering. He never should have revealed his weakness. She was merciless as she teased it, her giggling and his laughter mingling and lightening the mood for a brief few seconds.

When she sat back, her eyes met his and the mood changed again, deepening once more. With his blood in her body, it was impossible for her to hide her feelings from him, but the fact that she wasn’t even trying touched him and drew him into responding in kind. He stared into her eyes and let his feelings bubble to the surface so she would see them in his eyes and feel them in his blood.

Her cheeks flushed again and he smiled at her, soft and warm, content beneath her even though he was bound and powerless.

He had been bound and powerless from the moment he had met her.

Sera moved up him, grasped his cock and positioned it beneath her. She held his gaze as she slowly sank down on it, drawing him into her heat and stealing his breath away. He struggled to focus, switching between wanting to close his eyes and revel in the feel of her body encasing his, and staring into her eyes and drowning in their combined feelings. Sera settled her hands against his stomach and rose off him, as slowly as she had sunk onto him. He groaned and she joined him, her moan so low that he barely heard her.

His arms tensed, body going rigid as she began to ride him, setting a pace that threatened to overwhelm him. His emotions slipped beyond his control, rising to the surface, all of them there in his eyes and his heart for her to see. He had expected the cuffs to make him vulnerable but not like this.

It felt as though she was drawing his feelings out of him through his eyes as she stared into them, deep and intense, her own full of emotions that echoed the ones beating in his heart. He groaned and sighed, frowned. Her slow tempo drove him crazy, deepening the connection between them until he lost awareness of their surroundings and could only focus on Sera as she pressed her hands into his stomach, tipped her head back, and rode his cock.

Her breathy moans were music to his ears, adding to his ecstasy and pushing him towards the edge. Antoine couldn’t stop himself from groaning each time she slid down his cock and took him back into her body, tightly gloving him, heating him to his core. He kept still beneath her, letting her be the one in control, knowing that if he did she would give him the ultimate pleasure.

Her gaze held his, warm with affection but edged with fear. He felt that same fear in his heart, a whisper at the back of his mind that warned this was dangerous. He was falling for her and no good would come of it.

Antoine didn’t care.

Fear meant nothing in this moment. The future meant nothing. All he could focus on was the present, the intense connection blossoming between them as their bodies joined in a mutual search for pleasure.

Antoine had never felt anything like it.

It was mind-blowing, incredible, and shook him to his soul. He had never experienced such a connection with anyone, not in all the years he had been alive and all the relationships he’d had.

He needed more.

“Sera,” he husked and she bit her lip, her pupils widening, as though the sound of him saying her name aroused her and heightened her pleasure.

He tipped his head back, silently trying to tell her where he wanted her. He craved the feel of her mouth on his, her taste flooding him. He needed to complete the connection between them through a kiss.

She moaned and ran her hands up his chest, her strokes faltering, quickening. Antoine pumped his hips, meeting her on each down stroke, tearing another throaty blissful moan from her. She leaned over him and he craned his neck, caught her lips and kissed her.

Ecstasy.

Did she feel it too?

He tugged at his restraints, mentally cursing them. He wanted to clutch her to him and hold her, keep her moving on him while he kissed her. She took control of the kiss, using his distraction against him, and he melted into the pillow. Her tongue swept past his lips to tangle with his, her sweet taste flooding his mouth. Her slow thrusts drove him out of his mind, the pleasure too intense, and he felt as though he was going to scream or explode. He wanted release, needed to feel her quiver with her climax, desperately desired to thrust his cock hard into her and spill himself.

“Sera,” he whispered, one half pleading her to give him release and the other half begging her to continue and draw it out for as long as possible. He didn’t want to lose this incredible connection to her, this soul-deep joining of their bodies and their emotions. Whatever they had, it was a rare thing, one he wouldn’t give up, not for anything or anyone.

“Antoine,” she moaned into his mouth and her fingers tightened against his shoulders, nails pressing in and adding a spark of pain to the bliss burning through him. She groaned and moved faster, harder, driving down onto his cock and choking him in her depths. Still not enough.

He dug his heels into the mattress and pumped her, rocking his cock into her hot sheath. Her moans were exquisite, so full of pleasure and need. Two feelings he awoke in her and was more than happy to fulfil.

She tangled her hands in his hair, kissing him deeper, and it felt as though she was taking all of him into her, and giving all of herself to him.

He pulled at his restraints again, frustrated, desperate to touch her and hold her to him, to roll her over onto her back and drive into her.

She tightened around him, trembled and then bit down hard on his lip as her body jerked forwards. Her body clenched him and throbbed, milking his cock, and his orgasm crashed over him. He lifted his hips off the bed, pushing himself deep into her core as he climaxed, flooding her with his seed.

Sera was still a moment, teeth clamped down on his lower lip, body shaking around his, and then relaxed. He closed his eyes and exhaled on a heavy sigh, heat running through his limbs and carrying his strength away.

She kissed along his jaw and down his neck, and Antoine didn’t have the strength to deny her. He tipped his head to one side and groaned her name as she sank her fangs deep into his throat. Bliss. Fiery, consuming, and so intense that he trembled. He moaned with each soft pull she made, drawing his blood to her, sending his head spinning. Her hands clutched his shoulders, squeezed, held him in a way that said she wouldn’t let him go either.

Her soft suckling filled his ears as her feelings flooded his mind. The connection that had opened between them when they had been making love was nothing compared to the one that sprang into life now, filling his mind with bright colours and endless warmth.

“Sera,” he whispered, a plea this time. He didn’t want her to stop. He could hold the darkness at bay for her, would never let it touch her mind again. He wanted every time they made love to end like this, with sharing blood. He craved the connection to her.

She sucked harder and he couldn’t take it. The feel of her hands on him, her lips on his throat and her fangs in his body, his blood flowing into her, and their bodies intimately entwined was so profound and erotic that it overwhelmed him.

His cock stiffened, balls ached, and a second orgasm rocked him, far stronger than the first and so unexpected that it sent his head spinning towards fathomless darkness. Towards unconsciousness. Sera moaned as he pumped his seed into her again and her body shuddered. Her fangs left his throat and she breathed hard against his neck, her sheath milking him once more. The feel of her climaxing with him because of their connection and sharing blood had him reaching for her but the cuffs bit into his wrists, reminding him that he wasn’t able to do what he wanted.

Sera relaxed against him, hands shaking on his shoulders, breath trembling across his chest.

When her bite had sent him careening towards passing out, he had feared that she had awakened his bloodlust, but he felt none of the effects. He felt hazy and warm, at peace and one with her. Sera. His seducer. His vixen. His goddess.

Her thoughts swam in his mind and he tried not to listen to them, but their subject and her emotions tugged at his heart. She feared. She was afraid that he would leave her someday, that she would lose the incredible man beneath her. He would have smiled at being called incredible had it not been for the fact that her fear was genuine, and ran deep in her heart. She feared he would be taken from her and that she wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening.

It wasn’t the bloodlust that she feared, but him leaving her for another woman—the woman he had almost forgotten. Sera had chased Anya from his mind and his heart, but now she had brought her back again, a ghost that haunted him and one he had thought he had freed himself from. He wanted to tell Sera that she had no reason to fear because he would never leave her but he had promised not to use the blood connection between them to pry. She would never forgive him if he revealed that he had listened in on her private thoughts.

Antoine needed to do something to reassure her though. The need was primal, controlling, a male desire to protect his female and ensure her happiness and comfort.

He growled and pulled at the cuffs that bound him, muscles rippling and body going rigid. Sera lifted her head, her green eyes wide, shock echoing in them. Not fear. She didn’t think he had lost his mind to bloodlust then. He silently thanked her for her faith in him and pulled his wrists towards him. The cuffs at the other end of the ones that held him began to bend. He tugged harder, straining and growling, and they crumpled under the pressure and slipped through the cuffs of the restraints attached to the bedposts.

The sudden release of pressure against his wrists was something he probably should have anticipated. His left fist smashed into the side of his face and the mangled cuff still attached to it flipped over his face and smacked him in the ear. His other fist cracked against it, driving the metal against his head.

Pain buzzed across his skull.

Antoine didn’t care.

He grabbed a startled Sera, wrapped his arms around her and dragged her down against him. He kissed her with every ounce of feeling that beat for her in his dark heart, hoping to show her without words that she had nothing to fear.

She melted into him, her palms against his chest, her kisses soft and light, full of need and affection.

Antoine held her closer, drawing her deeper into his embrace.

He would never leave her.

No one on this Earth could take him from her.

No one.

A
ntoine was on edge. Sera was back in his room, showering and dressing for the evening. Dressing. He couldn’t remember the last time he had worn clothes. It felt like weeks ago rather than the days it must have been.

Javier had slipped a note under his door this morning, reminding him that he had an appointment before tonight’s party. The two male elite vampires he was meeting were the reason for the party, and one of them was the reason Javier was so insistent that he show his face.

His younger brother, Andreu, would be covering for Javier while he was on extended leave for six months to train Lilah in being a vampire and honeymooning with her after their impending nuptials. The other newcomer to the theatre was from a family that were a close acquaintance of Callum’s. Callum had assured him that Payne would be a suitable substitute while he was on paternity leave.

Antoine raked his fingers through his dark hair. Devil. If someone had told him one hundred years ago that the dedicated bachelors who had approached him about opening an erotic theatre would end up besotted and married off, he would have laughed and told them to pull the one with bells on. He hadn’t seen this one coming.

He hadn’t seen Sera coming either.

“And this is the main stage,” Javier said, Spanish accent thick now that he had been in the company of his brother for a day solid. His voice echoed around the empty theatre.

Andreu cast his deep blue gaze over the black stage and the red velvet couches that made up the set. If it hadn’t been for those eyes, so different to Javier’s rich brown ones, and the darker shade of his brown hair, the two of them might have been twins. Javier was barely half an inch taller than his brother was, and both had wide shoulders that filled the breadth of their black designer suits.

Payne was a contrast to both of them. He wore his dirty blond hair cropped close to the sides of his head and spiked on top, and wore black jeans with his pinstriped black shirt. The rolled-up sleeves hugged his toned forearms close to his elbows and revealed an elaborate array of tattoos on their undersides, intricate symbols that had caught Antoine’s attention the moment he had met the young vampire.

And he had eyes that Antoine had discovered were unpleasant to look into for any lengthy period of time. They looked dull slate grey in the low light coming from the stage but back in Antoine’s office, they had shone with the eeriest flecks of amber and blue. The background checks Antoine had run on their two newest employees hadn’t revealed anything unusual, especially where Payne was concerned. In fact, his file was so clean that Antoine suspected the man made a serious amount of effort to stay off the radar. Even Andreu’s had revealed a few fights and some dark business dealings. Javier had vouched for his brother though and Antoine believed him when he said that Andreu was completely devoted to this position and the work it entailed and wouldn’t be a problem.