Hot Blooded

break things," he gasped when she added the scrape of her teeth. "I'm
very careful of my strength. Lord. Help me get you out of these clothes."
    Released from his hold, she peeled out of them, then stared pointedly at his
crotch. His erection stretched his trousers impressively. He rubbed his palms
along either side, the muscle and hair of his forearms exposed by his rolled-up
cuffs. She could learn to love this look: half lusty businessman, half sex god.
    Not that he needed those business clothes now.
    "You, too," she reminded.
    "What? Oh. Right."
    His zipper whined down and parted, allowing his shaft to bulge from the
opening. Before he could release himself completely and charge ahead, she put
her hand on the throbbing arch. "Take everything off, Bastien. Including socks."
    "What socks?" he muttered, then wrenched and shoved and hopped on one foot
until he was bare.
    She had barely drawn breath to comment on his magnificent naked state when
she was kissed and lifted, her thighs pressed smoothly to either side of his
hips. The tip of his penis nudged her, shifted to find its aim, then pressed
thickly inside.
    Groaning with gratitude, Bastien ground her against the wall. She had a
second to savor the penetration before he began surging in and out. Then she
could have groaned herself. The sensitivity she'd thought she must have imagined
the other night had her shuddering on the brink by the fourth forceful stroke.
Her whole sheath was as responsive as only a tiny part of her had been before.
The effect was maddeningly sensual.
    It did nothing for her control to think his nerves must be similarly
multiplied.
    "Don't crack the plaster," she said as her hands clutched his back and neck.
To her dismay, half the words were wailed.
    "Paper… covers it," he huffed, but he cursed and dropped with her to the
floor.
    There the only danger was carpet burn.
    "Wider," he demanded, his hair falling around them, his grip already
stretching her thighs.
    "Yes." She gulped for air as he slammed in deeper, the head of him pummeling
some secret pleasure spot. When her neck arched up uncontrollably, his mouth
immediately nuzzled her pulse.
    "Should warn you," he said against its frantic drumming. "The first time of
the night can be very fast for
upyr
."
    "The first time?" Her heels climbed to midspine.
    "Believe me, once is never enough."
    The warning was hardly unwelcome, especially when his hand slipped between
them to find her clit. She groaned at the help she didn't even need. "How many…
times… do you think you'll want?"
    His kiss shut her up, his fangs sliding longer around her tongue. "Can't
talk," he said. "Really… need to fuck."
    He suited his actions to his words, his thrusting growing more urgent, his
breath beginning to break in swallowed grants. As if his life depended on more
access, he grabbed one of her knees and shoved it higher still. Both of them
moaned at the new angle. Supernaturally strong or not, she knew mere seconds lay
between them and a genuinely explosive climax.
    When he screwed his eyes shut and sucked a breath, she had to grab her
chance.
    "Wait," she said on her very last burst of air.
    "Wait?" His disbelieving gaze burned into hers. His movements slowed but did
not halt. "Mariann, this is not a good time to be testing me."
    She flinched at his intensity, but didn't withdraw her demand. Tom had never
let her try new things. If she couldn't claim more freedom as an
upyr
,
when would she ever? At her silent insistence, Bastien's hips slowed to a stop.
    "Suck my ringer," she said, a little breathless for an order.
    His brows went up. Then he nipped it instead.
    Yelping, she yanked her finger back trickling blood. Her sex contracted hotly
at the tiny pain. That was unexpected but interesting. Apparently, she was going
to have all sorts of new tastes.
    "I can heal it," Bastien suggested hoarsely, unable to resist probing in and
out of her flickering sheath. "It wouldn't take but a minute."
    Mariann pursed her lips in refusal. "That's very kind of you, I'm sure, but I
have other uses for this."
    "Other—ah!" He jerked as she found the tiny opening between his buttocks, the
instinctive clenching of his cheeks unable to keep her completely out. "Ah,
okay. Other uses." He laughed at her when she stopped. "Now, now, don't lose
your nerve, love. I think you must have figured out I'm rather hard to shock."
    "I don't want to hurt you."
    "Can't," he