Thirst [All-American Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

Q: Might be possible to set up a trap. Any ideas?

H: Not sure. Need more info. Don’t want to do anything that might endanger Cassidy and any other bloodslaves.

Q: I agree. Just keep me updated.

H: Will do. How are things in Chi-town?

Q: Interesting. We’ll talk when I get back.

H: Problems?

Q: Let’s just say that things have taken an unexpected turn.

H: Sounds like you’re seriously considering taking the job.

Q: Haven’t made up my mind yet. Need to talk to you and Ty before I decide anything.

H: Have you heard from Ty? Is he still on his honeymoon?

Q: I talked to him earlier. He and Libby are on their way home from Alaska.

H: Still seems like a damn odd place for a honeymoon to me.

Q: I know what you mean. Different strokes for different folks. They’ll be home day after tomorrow.

H: Good. I’ll let you go now. I’ll get in touch when I have more info.

Q: Okay. Later.

Hawk closed the program and then stood, crossing to his suitcase. He laid it on the floor and opened it. Kneeling down, he began pulling out some clean clothes for the next day. He didn’t bother with anything to wear to bed as he didn’t plan on needing anything.

He heard the shower turn off and tried to block out the vision of a wet and naked Claire stepping out of the tub. Pushing the picture aside, he pulled out his Glock and checked to make sure it was fully loaded before he set it on the table beside the bed. He’d just closed his suitcase and set it against the wall when the bathroom door opened. Claire walked hesitantly into the room, covered from neck to toe. She had on a thick bathrobe over what appeared to be man-style pajamas. Her hair was damp and slicked back from her face, which had been scrubbed clean of any makeup. He thought she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

He walked toward where she stood, hovering just outside the bathroom door. She quickly slid to the side. “It’s all yours.”

Hawk narrowed his eyes at her but nodded his head. Grabbing his toiletries kit he’d tossed onto the bed, he stepped into the bathroom. After the shortest shower he’d ever taken, he brushed his teeth and shaved, not wanting to scratch her soft skin with his rough stubble. Wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around his hips, he turned out the bathroom light and opened the door. The bedroom was dark, with only a small bit of light coming from a night-light in the far corner. Luckily, with his paranormal eyesight, he could clearly see the room before him.

Claire had gotten into the bed and had the covers pulled up to her chin. Hawk was pleased to note that at least she had taken off the robe, because it was draped over the chair beside the bed. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she peered at him over the sheets. He hoped that she liked what she saw. Holding her gaze, he reached behind him to pull the leather tie from his ponytail. His hair fell around his shoulders and down his back. He could see her eyes widen a bit at his action, then they began traveling down across his chest and lower. When her gaze hit the towel that he had tied loosely around himself, her eyes got so big he thought they’d pop out of her head.

He was hard, and he wasn’t a small man. His erection tented the front of the towel. She licked her lips, and he got even harder.

“Push the covers off, Claire.”

She blinked, as if surprised by the sound of his voice, and her gaze shot up to meet his. He knew she had to be blushing. Even though he couldn’t make out the pink color on her face in the dim light of the room, he could sense her nervousness. After a brief hesitation, she did as he asked, shoving the covers down to the bottom of the bed.

He nodded in approval. “Now lie back down, baby.”

When she did so, he admired her as she lay there. The robe was gone, and he could see a little of her body, even covered as it was by her pajamas. The pointed peaks of her breasts pushed against the thin fabric with each rise and fall of her breath. Her legs were long and slender, and he couldn’t wait to feel them tighten around his hips as he thrust into her.

He moved forward and knelt on the bed beside her. Reaching out, he ran one finger down her cheek and across her mouth. Her lips parted, and he pressed his finger inside, feeling the damp heat of her. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

She smiled slightly, and he could see the spark of determination mixed with anxiety in her eyes. “You are, too.”

She held up a trembling hand and touched his chest, lightly stroking the skin that was stretched smooth and taut. When her hands began to travel lower, he grabbed them and shook his head. He could only take so much. “Not yet, baby. I don’t have the control for that. Not this first time.”

“But I want to touch you.”

“And you’ll get the chance. I promise. Later. Once I’ve taken the edge off, you can explore to your heart’s content.”

She pouted slightly but subsided, lifting her hands from his skin.

He looked around and spotted her robe. Leaning over, he snagged the garment and pulled the soft tie belt out of the loops. Then he moved to straddle her. Holding her wide gaze, he commanded, “Raise your hands over your head.”

She hesitated, her eyes both worried and excited.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid of me, Claire. Anytime I make you too uncomfortable, just let me know, and I’ll stop. All right?”

She nodded.

“But,” he added, “I want you to give me a chance first. Don’t just automatically stop me because you’re nervous or embarrassed. Okay?”

“Okay.” Her soft whisper was music to his ears.

“Good. Now”—he lifted the belt—“put your hands above your head.”

Claire eyed the belt for a moment and then nodded. Lifting her arms over her head, she watched the pleased expression that appeared on Hawk’s face as she did as he had told her.

“Reach back and grab the headboard,” he said before leaning forward.

Claire gulped. Was she really ready for this? She wasn’t sure, but she pushed her doubts aside and obeyed, clasping the slats in her hands. Hawk leaned forward, and she felt the soft cotton of the robe as it was wrapped around her wrists and then was secured to the wooden rungs. Her heart pounded in her chest with the building excitement of the moment. His long hair fell forward and brushed over her face as he moved back, his hands trailing down her arms and over her shoulders.

She watched as Hawk studied her, seeing his eyes darken with pleasure at her submissive posture. He took his time looking, not missing a single thing, building the need she was beginning to feel to a fever pitch. She shivered and tugged at her bonds, but he shook his head, a stern look on his face. “Stay still. Don’t move.”

Claire froze.

“How does that feel? Is the knot too tight?”

“No.” She barely whispered her answer, and he smiled.

“Good.” He moved his hands to the front of her shirt. “I’m going to unbutton your shirt now and look at you. I want to see your breasts and your sweet little nipples.”

She bit her bottom lip and barely stopped herself from squirming in anticipation. Her lashes drifted down.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch me.”

She obeyed, opening her eyes wide. One by one he released the buttons, and the fabric parted. His eyes widened in appreciation as more and more of her skin was revealed to him. She couldn’t hold back a blush as he finished with the buttons and spread the two sides of the shirt apart, revealing her naked body to him. He licked his lips, and it sent another tingle of desire through her. How was he able to produce such a reaction in her with nothing more than a look? She tried to remember when she had ever reacted so strongly to another individual. Then his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them softly with his skillful fingers, and she forgot everything but the pleasure he was giving her. She loved the feel of his skin on hers and rose slightly, pressing more of herself into his hands.

He stopped touching her, and she arched slightly, hoping to bring his hands back to her. “Don’t move. Remember?”

She nodded, settling back down, willing to agree to anything for him to touch her some more. He reached out again, using only his fingers this time, to twirl around and around over her breasts in decreasing circles. Her nipples tightened to hard points, practically begging for his touch. Finally he squeezed them in his fingers, not hard but not soft either, and she had to bite back a moan of pleasure.

“You like that.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”

He leaned down to take the point of one breast in his mouth, and she couldn’t stop from arching against him again. He didn’t scold her this time though, just pulled harder on her nipple, using his teeth and tongue to drive her crazy. He continued to squeeze and release the other breast in time with his mouth’s suction. Before long she was writing against him, shamelessly begging him for more.

He rose slightly to look down at his handiwork. She wanted to pull him back, but the bonds on her wrists prevented it.

“Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous,” he said. Then he blew softly on the wet nipple, and her entire body jerked.

“Please, Hawk. I need more.”

“Shh, sweetheart. Have patience. I promise you, I will give you everything that you need before we are done here. But remember that I am in charge. I decide when. Not you. You just lie back and enjoy.”

He rose slightly and drew off the towel which he still wore around his hips, letting it fall to the floor. She could see his erection. It stood high against his body, the large purplish head oozing drops of pre-cum. He was large, very large, and she worried for a moment that they wouldn’t fit together. She had never taken such a large cock into her body. He must have read her thoughts on her face, because he just smiled.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll fit just fine together. Perfectly, in fact.” He took a hold of his penis, wrapping his hand around it and stroking up and down. “During my human life, I never imagined how much pleasure I would find in controlling a woman, forcing her pleasure. After I was made a vampire, it quickly became apparent to me that I adored mastering a woman with her own pleasure, forcing her to my will. I’ve spent decades honing my technique, perfecting my skill. I’ve always found it very pleasurable. But I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed it as much as I am right now. With you.”

She whimpered.

“I want to feel your mouth on me.” He moved up over her, pressing his cock down toward her lips. He used his other hand to lift her head from the pillow. “Lick me.”

Claire had never enjoyed the act of fellatio before, but right at that moment she craved the taste of Hawk. Eagerly she stuck out her tongue and touched it to the head of his penis, lapping up the drops of pre-seminal fluid that lay there.

He groaned and let her continue for several moments before ordering, “Take me in your mouth, Claire. Suck me.”

She wrapped her lips around him, drawing him into her mouth as far as she could. Then she began sucking. It wasn’t too much later when she felt his hand tighten in her hair, pulling her off him. She moaned in protest, but he shook his head. “Bad idea, I’m afraid. I can’t take too much of that, sweetheart, or this will be over before it really starts. But I’m looking forward to more of that sweet mouth when I’m not so hungry to have you.”

He moved back down her body, grabbing hold of her pajama bottoms and pulling them off her legs. Then he pushed her legs apart, holding them wide when she tried to close them in an impulse of maidenly modesty. He sank down, looking his fill at her most private flesh, and she couldn’t stop herself from squirming beneath that burning regard. She pulled again at her hands, unable to stop herself, not really wanting to escape his touch but needing to resist, needing him to take command.

She felt his fingers stroking her pussy, and she knew he could see how wet she was. She’d never been so aroused, so eager for another caress. His touch was light, barely moving over her. It was just enough to tease her with promises of things to come. “Please.” She shifted, hoping to bring his finger in closer contact.

“Tell me what you want me to do, sweetheart.”

“You know,” she whispered.

“Yes, I do. But I want you to say it. Say what you want. What you need.”

She squeezed her eyes shut in mortification. She couldn’t do it, had never been told to ask for what she wanted. She stayed silent, and his fingers withdrew.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Then tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “Touch me.”

“Touch you? Where? Here, perhaps?” She felt his touch glancing over the skin on her lower belly.

“Lower.” She ground out the word.

“Here, then?” Her thighs quivered as his fingers smoothed over their softness.

“My pussy. Touch my pussy, Hawk.”

“Ah, here,” he practically purred as he circled the tip of his finger around her clitoris and through the damp curls.

“Yes, oh, God, yes. And…inside.”

“Good girl.” She heard his approving rumble as his finger slid deep into her channel.

“More.” She spread her legs wider, and he obliged, adding a second finger to the first. It was tight. His fingers were as large as the rest of him. But it felt good, too. He stroked in and out several times, and her hips rose to meet each thrust.

“How about my mouth, baby? Would you like me to put my mouth on you, too?”

She could barely form a coherent thought. “Yes, please, yes.”

“Where, Claire? Tell me where to put my mouth.”

“On my pussy. Put your mouth on my pussy. Lick me.”

She heard his chuckle as she practically screamed the last words. But she didn’t care, because his mouth covered her, sucking and licking her into a frenzy of wild need. His fingers continued to penetrate her, forcing their way deeper and deeper with each stroke. She arched up, bucking against him, crying and tugging at her hands as she felt her climax approaching.