Hot Blooded

ruthlessness, she sliced the cords holding up her top. Her
lovely breasts bounced free, pink-tipped and gleaming with sweat. "And this."
    Lance swallowed, taking in Grace's lush body dressed only in leather boots.
His shaft jerked against his belly, heavy and hungry. "Yes," he managed, his
voice strangled. "I think I did have something like that in mind."
    "Too bad." She stroked long fingers over the arch of his sweat-slicked chest,
then bent down. "Because I seem to have won, and we're going to do what
I
want."
    Slowly, she extended a pink tongue and gave one of his tight male nipples a
lick. He arched under her with a gasp of pleasure. She grinned. "You like that?"
    He rolled his hips until the head of his rigid cock brushed one of her full
breasts as she bent over him. "Can't you tell?"
    "Let me see." Sitting up straight, she eyed his straining erection as it lay
pointing at his chin. "Mmmm. You do look… interested." She ran a fingernail up
the length of the flushed shaft. As it grew even harder, she cupped his balls in
one long-fingered hand.
    "Oh, I'm interested, all right," he growled. "So interested I'm about to
demonstrate just what happens to tasty Latent girls who cocktease vampires."
    "Why, Lance—that sounded like a threat." He felt cold steel against his
throat again. "Not a good idea, when I'm the one with the knife."
    He smiled slowly into her eyes. "But can you keep it?"
    "Oh, I think I can." Still holding the dagger beneath his chin, she reached
for his cock with her free hand and aimed it skyward as she rose off his thighs.
"I'm really good with blades." Pressing the rounded head to her nether lips, she
sank slowly down, impaling herself.
    "Yeah," Lance groaned. "Oh, yeah, you certainly are!"
    God, she felt so hot and tight and wet. Long, luscious thigh muscles bunched
as she rose off him and bent forward. Lance was still gasping at the sensation
when he felt the knife press harder against his throat, almost drawing blood. He
jerked in shock and stared up at her, about to knock the blade away.
    "You're at my mercy, Sir Lancelot," Grace purred. "Are you going to be a
good, obedient captive?"
    He was strongly tempted to roll her over, tie her up with what was left of
her bikini, and show her who was whose captive. Instead he arched his hips and
slid slowly deeper. "Your wish is my… pleasure."
    Her soft mouth fell open at the sensation as her eyelids drifted to
half-mast. "Good. Ohhh, good." A pink tongue flicked out to wet tempting lips.
She bent until her breasts hung lusciously over his mouth and pressed the
knife's cool mock threat to his throat. "Then suck my nipples, captive."
    With a groan of hunger, he lifted his head and obeyed the rough command,
swirling his tongue over and around each hard little peak in turn as he
simultaneously rolled his hips upward, driving his shaft even deeper into her
slick, clamping depths.
    His head spun. She felt so damn good. He couldn't remember the last time a
woman had turned the tables on him so deliciously.
Two of a kind
, he
thought, drowning in heat as he stroked harder, faster. They were two of a…
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    LANCE bucked against her, his skilled mouth locked on the tip of one
quivering breast. The raw, unbelievable pleasure made her shiver. Made her burn.
    Until she had to have more.
    Grace threw the knife aside with a flick of her wrist and leaned back to grab
both ankles. Circling her hips, she ground down hard on his thick width. "God,
Lancelot," she whimpered. "You make me…"
    "Yeah," he said roughly, deepening his rolling thrusts. Strong male hands
clamped over the tops of her thighs, holding her captive for his cock. His voice
dropped to a guttural purr, rumbling an incomprehensible torrent of words in a
language that hadn't been spoken in centuries. She could feel her orgasm
building, hot and cold and blinding, a corkscrew of pleasure twisting up her
spine. Until she heard herself begging in a hoarse, broken voice, "Lancelot,
please…"
    "Yessss." A big hand snapped up, wrapped around the base of her skull and
jerked her down. Then his mouth pressed against her throat with the quick, dark
pleasure-pain of his fangs sinking into her pulse.
    She jolted in surprise, but she was caught in those powerful arms, impaled on
his shaft—helpless.
    He began to feed as he fucked, his mouth moving hot on the thin skin of her
throat as his body jolted hers. Burning, prickling waves of