Sophia (36 page)

Her hands were trembling slightly when she tossed the bra to one side, shaken by what she saw when Colin looked at her. He wanted her. She knew that. But the strength of his lust, the sheer intensity of it . . . that rattled her. She had grown accustomed to her young men in Rio, the human toys she played with for a while and then cast aside, lovers who were completely dominated by her needs and wants. And she realized abruptly that Colin was not that kind of man. He was alpha down to his core, and he was eyeing her the way a lion eyes a particularly tasty gazelle.

“Colin,” she started, but he interrupted her.

“The rest of it, Sophie,” he growled. “Take it all off.”

She swallowed hard and hooked her fingers into her panties, tugging them down her hips. But Colin didn’t wait. He shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and onto the bed in a single movement. She fell backwards as he stripped her panties down her legs and over her feet, his big hands stroking up her calves and between her thighs, spreading her wide. But he didn’t stop there. He ran his fingers over the silky bare skin of her mound, humming to himself with a pleased smile as he slipped two fingers between her swollen folds and, tormenting her with her own slick heat, bared her completely beneath his gaze. He looked up then with a wicked glint in his eye.

“My turn,” he said.

Sophia bucked as his mouth fastened on her clit, sucking until it throbbed hungrily, every stroke of his tongue sending a jolt of unbelievable desire through her body—a shock of electricity that left her trembling perpetually on the edge of climax. Had any man ever pleasured her so? Had she let them? She shrieked out loud as he drove the same two fingers he’d been stroking her with deep inside her at the exact moment his teeth grazed her tingling clit. His fingers began to thrust in and out slowly and she pushed against them, desperate for the orgasm she could feel building in every inch of her body, in her breasts which were full and aching, in her womb which seemed to throb with the need to orgasm. She grabbed Colin’s hair, pressing his mouth against her more tightly, afraid she would die the true death if he didn’t release her soon.

“Colin,” she gasped, then groaned wordlessly.

His tongue swept lazily along her slit, teasing her with quick brushes against her pulsing clit. He slid his fingers out from inside her and sucked them noisily, drinking in her wetness and watching her the entire time. “You taste good, Soph.”

“Colin!” she practically shrieked at him.

He laughed! But then he sobered almost immediately, becoming preternaturally intent as he raised himself up over her body, his hips spreading her legs even wider, his big, hard cock sliding back and forth in the aching wetness between her thighs. “Is this what you want, darlin’?”

“Yes.” Sophia nodded, nearly sobbing with relief. “Yes.”

She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, her fingers digging into his arms, holding him close lest he think to torment her further.

Colin drew back slightly and reached down, positioning his cock at her entrance. He looked up and met her eyes, holding her gaze while he slammed his full, hard, wonderful length deep inside her.

Sophia screamed as she came hard, her vaginal walls convulsing around his shaft, the orgasm rippling up to her womb and into her breasts, tightening her nipples and sending ripples of exquisite eroticism throughout her body. She thrust against him almost violently, unable to control her need to feel more—the rough scrape of his chest hair against her sensitive breasts, the thickness of his cock as he stretched her wider with every thrust, the tautness of his arms as he held himself over her, his powerful thighs and ass pumping his hard shaft deep inside her like a piston.

Sophia wrapped her arms around him, raking her nails down his back, feeling the warm blood beneath her fingertips. Colin threw his head back, groaning as he thrust harder. She pulled him closer, wanting the touch of his mouth, his kiss.

Their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss, teeth clashing, tongues battling each other in a frenzy of mating. She bit his lip, drawing her first taste of his blood. Heat zinged through her veins, that tiny sip like molten lava, racing to her heart and sealing her fate. Colin Murphy was hers and she would kill anyone who tried to take him from her.

“Come for me, Sophie,” he murmured against her mouth, his blood still fresh on his lips. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

As if his words were a psychic trigger, Sophia’s entire body shook with orgasm, every muscle, every nerve responding to his demand. She moaned, overwhelmed with sensation, crying out as ripples of pleasure rolled over her like a tidal wave, tossing her back and forth as she hung on to him for dear life. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she bucked beneath him, her inner walls caressing his cock, trapping him inside her until he surrendered, throwing his head back and roaring as he joined her in ecstasy, his climax a heated rush against her trembling womb.

* * * *

Colin collapsed against Sophie, her soft, full breasts a sweet cushion against his chest. The image of those breasts with their large swollen nipples, plump and straining for his mouth, sent a pulse of fresh desire straight to his groin, taunting his drained cock with impossible ideas. He groaned and shifted sideways, taking his weight off Sophie and pulling her against his side. She responded limply, one arm falling over his chest as if she didn’t have the strength to lift it.

He smiled in what he recognized as pure, male satisfaction and dropped his arm down her back to cup that spectacular ass. Another shock of desire stabbed his groin, this one causing his cock to twitch weakly. The guy might be drained, but he was recovering.

“I can hear you gloating,” Sophie murmured around a yawn.

“I’m not gloating,” Colin responded. “I’m planning for the future.”

“Oh my God,” Sophie protested dramatically. “Is there no satisfying you?”

He laughed. “Eventually.”

Sophie lifted her head to smile at him, kissing her way down his chest. He rolled slightly, wrapping her in both arms. Her hands slid around his back and she gasped.

“You’re bleeding,” she said tightly.

“Scratches, I think,” he said, suddenly aware of the distant pain. “They’ll heal.”

Sophie sat up, staring intently at the blood on her hand. She shifted her gaze to meet his. “I can make them heal faster.”

Colin swallowed hard. Her eyes had taken on that weird amber glow again, and his sex-addled brain finally clicked on what it meant. She was a vampire. And he was bleeding. “You mean—”

“My blood can heal you,” she said, completely calm. “Not just the scratches, but all of these as well.” She touched the nicks and cuts he’d acquired in the gun battle that had nearly taken Leighton’s life. She met his gaze again. “And anything else, Colin. If you take my blood, you’ll feel ten years younger.”

Colin blinked. “Is that what you were talking about back at the compound? About Raphael healing Leighton? You mean he can literally
heal
her?”

“Yes.”

“But . . . you didn’t see how bad she was, Soph. She was gut shot. There was blood everywhere. I didn’t really expect her to make it back to the compound alive. Can vampires heal something that bad?”

“If the vampire is powerful enough, yes.”

“But if that’s true, why isn’t vampire blood the new wonder drug? Every researcher in the country could use something like that.”

“And what would happen to us? To the vampires?” Sophie asked gently. “I’ve seen what humans are capable of. What do you think your leaders would do if they learned about our blood? They’d lock us away in a heartbeat. Or they’d try.” She brushed back his sweat-dampened hair. “No, Colin. This is one secret every vampire alive respects. Or they die. Simple as that.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

“There are exceptions,
meu querido
. People we trust.” She shifted, pushing him over onto his back and going up onto all fours as she bent to lick at the sweat on his chest, biting his flat nipples gently. He wound his fingers through her long hair and tugged her head back, meeting her eyes.

“Do you want to take my blood, Sophie?”

She stilled, studying him in that intense way a predator watches its prey. Her tongue swept out and across her upper lip and he saw the first hint of her fangs, white tips barely visible below her gums. Her eyes changed, their color once again a brilliant amber that left humanity behind. She drew a long, slow breath, her nostrils flaring as they took in his scent.

“I can smell it,” she said in a low, sensuous purr. “The scent of your blood is intoxicating. Think of the most delicious aroma you’ve ever encountered, baking bread, chocolate, a bubbling stew—all of that and more. It’s not just blood, Colin, it’s
your
blood. And, oh, yes, I want it.”

Colin drew in a deep, hard breath. Adrenaline spiked, but it wasn’t fear. Or not only fear. He’d have to be nuts not to be a little intimidated by the idea of someone biting into him and drinking his blood. But it was more than that. It was lust, pure and simple. Damn if he wasn’t turned on by the idea. And if that made him a sick fuck, then so be it.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

The amber glow of Sophie’s eyes amped up, like turning on a flood lamp. She opened her mouth and her fangs slid into full view, white and gleaming. “Are you certain?” she asked.

Colin nodded. “Do it.”

She smiled slowly and stretched out on top of him, sliding her satiny smooth mound over and around his cock, enticing him, as if he needed anymore enticement. Her nipples scraped against his chest as she buried her face against his neck. Her breath was hot, her tongue a stroke of wetness along the side of his neck. His heart was racing faster than in the worst firefights he’d ever endured. He rebelled against the fear, reminding himself this was Sophie. He began to thrust gently beneath her and she groaned against his neck. He felt something hard and blunt scrape over the skin below his jaw, heard her indrawn breath.

Ecstasy. His cock hardened instantly, unbelievably. Sophie was straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips, her silky hair draped over his chest. He could feel the tug of her mouth, the slick glide of her fangs as she took his blood. And he felt a kick of desire like nothing he’d ever experienced. He wanted to throw her over, spread her legs and fuck her hard and long. He gripped her ass, sliding his hands over the firm mounds and dipping his fingers between her legs. She was soaking wet and still hot from her earlier climax. She moaned when he began pumping his fingers in and out of her, rubbing herself gently back and forth over his erection where it lay trapped deliciously beneath her. He guided the fingers of his other hand along the crease of her buttocks, teasing her tightly puckered star, and Sophie jerked in his arms, the tight walls of her sex clenching around his fingers.

There was a sting, a slight ache as her fangs withdrew from his neck, but it was quickly replaced by the warm caress of her tongue. Pushing against his shoulders she sat up, her beautiful breasts swaying tantalizingly close. Her eyes were almost completely amber as she stared down at him, glowing like jewels in the dark room. Without a word, she lifted her hips, her soft fingers wrapping around his cock as she sheathed him inside her once again and began rocking slowly back and forth.

She cupped her breasts, squeezing and releasing, scraping her fingernails around and around her nipples, until they begged to be suckled, until blood streaked the round perfection of her breasts and drops hung poised on their very tips. She leaned forward, her hands to either side of his head as she moved, sliding herself up and down his aching cock. Colin growled, grabbing her hips and holding her in place as he began to thrust upward, delving deeper inside her with every stab of his cock into her welcoming body. She leaned closer and he fastened his mouth over one breast, sucking hard, tasting her blood on his tongue, feeling it hot and slick as he swallowed. Sophie cried out, her inner walls shuddering around him in warning. Colin grinned, tightened his grip on her hips, and switched his attention to the other breast, taking it in his mouth and sucking until it was bright pink and swollen.

Sophie had closed her eyes, her body swaying above him as if in a trance. Colin could feel her orgasm building around his shaft, could feel the tremors in her belly, the tightening of her inner walls as they began to ripple along his cock, caressing him, urging him to give up his seed. He grunted softly, trying to hold out a little longer, wanting to feel her climax, her wetness soaking his cock and dripping out of her swollen sex.