Wanton With a Vampire (22 page)

“She does when I ride her,” Trish explained.
“She also bites people when I ride her.”

“Has she ever bitten you?” he asked.

“No,” Trish admitted. “She’s never even tried
to bite me.”

“I think she likes you,” Alek said. “It’s
obvious she doesn’t want anyone near you.”

Trish snorted. “Yeah, that must be it,” she
said doubtfully.

Walking along the trail was much nicer than
the fast-paced lessons Nathaniel normally put her through. Trish
was still tense because she kept seeing images of barns and a field
full of grazing cattle. Of course, this was much better than seeing
people die. Seeing what things had been like before Nathaniel had
built his home on this property was actually kind of cool. For her
part, Bella followed along without many problems, until Alek turned
Moe around and Bella decided to try to bite the gelding again.

“Are you doing okay?” Alek asked. “You’ve
been awfully quiet. I’m such an ass that I didn’t even consider
that you might see the past while we’re out here.”

“It’s not as scary as it was at first,” Trish
admitted. “I’ve always been fascinated with the past, and now I can
see it through my own eyes.”

“Once you figure out how to control it more,
I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” he said.

“I didn’t tell you what I saw when I died,
did I?” she asked.

“No,” Alek said, feeling uncomfortable
discussing Trish’s death.

“I thought I saw my father, and he said he
took something of mine,” she explained, clearly avoiding his gaze.
“Do you think I really died and saw my father? Do you think he
passed this psychic thing on to me?”

Alek thought for a moment. “I’m not sure.
What do you think?”

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I think my
brain just kind of reset when I died. Suddenly, I have these vague
memories of doing things like this when I was really young, but the
shrinks helped me realize it was just my imagination.”

“That explanation makes the most sense,” he
said. “We’ll probably never know why it happened. You seem to be
coming to terms with all of this.”

“It’s not like I have much choice in the
matter,” she said. “Changing all of this would be like trying to
change the fact that I’m short.”

“You wear those shoes with the high heels a
lot,” he pointed out.

“So, maybe I haven’t come to terms with the
fact that I’m short,” she said. “That might be a bad example.”

“Are you enjoying the ride?” he asked.

“Honestly?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Alright, we’ll turn around. I’m
getting the impression riding isn’t your thing.”

“It’s not,” she admitted. “I can think of
another type of riding I’d enjoy much more.”

Alek turned and pulled his horse up alongside
hers. His eyes darkened as he stared at her. “We should head back
now so you’re not too sore for a long hard ride.”

That’s when Bella tried to kick Moe. Moe
jerked to the side and then reared up to get out of her way. It was
impressive that Alek stayed in the saddle.

After he finally got Moe back under control,
Alek nodded at Trish. “Perhaps we should avoid riding in the
future— riding horses that is. I can think of another type of
riding we’d both enjoy much more,” he amended with a sexy wink.

Alek was sure he’d lose it if one of his
nephews added to the time it took to get Trish upstairs and naked.
Honestly, he didn’t care if he got her upstairs, but Trish seemed
determined to make it to his room. With any luck, he’d corrupt her
a little more, and she’d stop insisting on making it to his room
before letting him get her naked. She was proving to be
delightfully corruptible.

Taking a less used back entrance to the
house, Alek hoped to avoid running into anyone. He was sure he’d
make it up the stairs without anyone stopping them. Then Trish
grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Kiss me,” she said, sounding frantic and
needy.

Alek had never been one to deny a lady in
need, so he pressed her body against the wall and claimed her
mouth. He gripped her hips as he bent his knees to move against her
body, wondering if he’d end up embarrassing himself like some
inexperienced teen. If they kept going, he sure as hell wasn’t
making it up the stairs.

Trish moaned as his tongue stroked hers, and
then her hands came up to grip his hair, tugging him closer. Her
sexy hips were rocking against him, making his dick strain against
the tight fabric of his jeans. Every instinct he had was telling
him to strip Trish out of her pants and fuck her against the wall.
Alek tore his mouth from hers in a desperate attempt to get his
mind to function properly. His ragged breaths against her neck must
have excited Trish more because she shuddered in his arms.

“Is there a room with a lock close to here?”
she asked as she reached between their bodies to grip his erection.
“On second thought, forget the lock. I’ll be fine with a door we
can close.”

Alek wasn’t about to let this opportunity
slip through his fingers. Grabbing Trish’s hand, he dragged her
toward the nearest sitting room, not at all sure why this house had
so many sitting rooms, but thankful for this one with the
comfortable looking sofa in the middle.

As soon as Alek kicked the door closed, he
pulled Trish against him and kissed her again. This time, he held
nothing back, glad he no longer had to make it to his room.

“I want you so fucking much,” he said against
her mouth. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

Trish nodded and licked her lips.

“First, I am going get you out of this
shirt,” he said as he pulled the fabric from her jeans and slipped
it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but a teal bra with
lace along the top edge. “I can’t wait to see the panties that go
with this bra,” he said as he ran a finger along one of her erect
nipples. “But before I do that, I am going to enjoy your gorgeous
breasts.”

Reaching around her back, Alek undid the
clasp on Trish’s bra and slid the straps down her shoulders,
allowing it to drop to the floor. Then he leaned forward to take
one of her nipples into his mouth and stroke it with his tongue
before suckling it. Trish began to rock her hips, looking for
relief, so Alek put the pad of his hand between her legs in the
place he knew she wanted it most. Sure enough, Trish groaned and
moved her hips against his hand as he continued to savor her
breasts.

Alek wasn’t sure how much longer he could
wait to get inside of her, but he was determined to make Trish lose
control before he gave in to his own lust. “That’s it, honey,” he
said as she rocked faster against his hand. He knew her orgasm was
close. “Take what you need from me.”

“I need more,” Trish pleaded.

“What do you need?” he asked. “Tell me what
you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your mouth,” she panted out. “I need your
mouth on me. I need your tongue between my legs.”

Alek was so turned on at that moment that his
movements became almost clumsy. The button flew off of Trish’s
jeans in his attempt to get them off quickly, and it was a miracle
the zipper wasn’t destroyed. Then he remembered her shoes.

“Fuck,” he hissed and lifted her off the
floor to settle her on the sofa. Hastily, he removed her shoes, and
then stood her up again to strip off the jeans and panties. “Sit on
the edge of the sofa,” he ordered before kicking out of his shoes
and stripping off his own jeans.

Kneeling between her legs, Alek leaned
forward to run his tongue along her opening. She was already hot
and wet. Resisting the temptation to fuck her was not easy, but
she’d asked for his mouth, and he had every intention of giving her
what she wanted.

“That feels so good,” she crooned as his
tongue stroked her clit. “More please,” she begged.

Alek continued to stroke her with his tongue
as her head dropped back and her eyes drifted closed. Trish looked
completely lost in the sensations he was creating in her body, and
that was exactly the way he wanted her. When he slid two fingers
inside of her, Alek groaned at the way she clenched them so tightly
he could barely move them to stroke her.

Soon, Trish’s moans grew more desperate, and
her eyes opened so she could watch him pleasure her with his mouth.
He knew she was close, but Trish watching him fuck her with his
mouth was by far the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to
watch her longer, so he slowed his pace, allowing her to move away
from the edge of ecstasy. When her eyes began to drift shut again,
he stopped.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a raspy voice.
“I want you watching everything I do to you.”

Trish’s eyes opened, and if he wasn’t
mistaken, she was even more turned on than she’d been a moment ago.
That’s when he lost what little control he had left. His mouth was
ravenous as he sucked and licked. His fingers mimicked what he
planned to do with his cock. All the while, Trish watched him,
making the hottest sounds he’d ever heard.

Finally, her body began to tighten again, and
this time, he couldn’t hold back. Trish bucked against his mouth as
she came violently. Her spasms pulsed around his fingers while she
cried out his name over and over again.

It took Trish a moment to get her brain
functioning again. Looking down at Alek kneeling between her legs
with his fingers still inside of her, she supposed she should be a
little embarrassed at how completely she’d let go. Instead, she was
pretty damn proud of herself.

Alek, on the other hand, looked almost like
he was in pain. “I don’t have a condom.” He stood, taking several
labored breaths, and Trish had to fight the urge to giggle at the
distressed expression on his face. The poor man looked like he had
no idea what to do.

Trish sat up and gave him a sexy smile. “You
poor thing,” she crooned.

“Don’t mock me, woman,” he said, looking down
at his boxers. “This is not going to fit back into my jeans for the
trip upstairs.”

“I think I can help you with that,” she
assured him, dropping to her knees in front of him.

He caught her hair, turning her head up so
she was looking into his eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” she said, sliding his boxers
down his legs. Her tongue made a tortuously slow journey from his
base to his tip before she looked up at him. “I want to taste
you.”

The only sound that came from Alek’s mouth
was a groan, which Trish took to mean he liked the idea. This was
an area she didn’t have much experience in, so she relied on
instinct. First, she explored the contours of his penis with her
tongue, noting how he groaned louder when she stroked the underside
of his tip. When she took his penis into her mouth, Alek’s fists
clenched at his sides.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your mouth is
incredible.”

That was all the encouragement she needed.
Trish took as much of him into her mouth as she could while
gripping the base with her hand. She stroked with her hand as she
moved him in and out of her mouth, and then she changed up and
stroked the underside of his tip with her tongue since he really
seemed to like that.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” he
said on a groan, his fingers threading through her hair to pull her
head back until she met his gaze.

“I want to know what you taste like when you
finish in my mouth,” she said, feeling shy all of a sudden.

Alek’s eyes darkened, and he guided her mouth
back onto him.

Trish stroked her tongue up and down his
shaft as Alek’s fingers gripped her hair. It wasn’t long until she
felt him swell in her mouth, and then he found his release. Trish
loved the salty taste of him, and loved the fact that she’d been
able to make Alek lose control so completely.

She looked up at him, and he cupped her face
tenderly. “You truly amaze me,” he said with a level of wonder
she’d never heard in his voice.

She wanted to say more, but the voices in the
hallway made her jump to her feet and scramble for her clothes.

Alek hurried to the door and used his weight
to hold it closed. That was a good thing because the knob turned.
“This room is in use,” Alek said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Justin
grumbled from the other side of the door. “Doesn’t anyone in this
family know how to use their own bedroom?”

That was funny coming from Justin, since he
didn’t always make it back to his room with Caitlin. He was the
strangest mix of uptight and perverted she’d ever met.

“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” Alek
said.

“Fine,” Justin said with a huff. “There are
people here to redecorate this part of the house, but I’ll have
them start with one of the other rooms.”

Trish knew her cheeks were turning bright
red.

“Sorry,” Alek mumbled. “I shouldn’t have
pushed you to fool around in an unlocked room.”

Trish giggled. “Don’t apologize. I might be a
little embarrassed, but that was exciting.”

Alek moved toward her, still naked. “You
really are fun to corrupt,” he said.

Trish just grinned because she was really
enjoying being corrupted.

While Trish hadn’t been sure about Willow
when they’d first met, they got along pretty well, and she was glad
Willow had decided to stop by for a visit today. At the moment,
Willow was responding to an urgent email regarding business at the
women’s center she helped run. With Tempest out on leave, there was
a lot more to do. Willow admitted that she hadn’t realized how much
work Tempest was doing, and they were now planning to hire another
person to pick up some of that workload.

While Trish waited, she checked her email,
which didn’t take long. She wasn’t one to follow the news, even
knowing she should, because it always depressed her. Today was one
of those days she decided she’d force herself to at least read the
local headlines when one caught her attention. After scanning it
twice, she looked over at Willow, who was just now storing her
laptop in its bag.