Hot Blooded

could actually see his veins expand. When he noticed her
attention, she definitely saw him swell and lift.
    And lift and lift, she thought, her teeth catching her lip until it bled.
    The wound inspired a breathless laugh from him.
    "Ah," he said, "I see you are experiencing some side effects of the change."
He swung one knee onto the silk-sheeted bed, his erection bobbing at the move.
Its head was shiny and taut. Obscuring her fascinated view, he propped one arm
beside her and bent to drag his tongue across her bleeding lip. The action made
her shiver violently. "Perhaps I could help you get through them."
    She had no idea what he meant, nor did she care. She grabbed the arm on which
he was braced, yanking it toward her as she rolled his torso under hers. She
wanted to crow as she straddled him. For a man of his size, he'd proved
surprisingly easy to pin.
    Happily, his arousal didn't fade at all. His penis thrust straight as an
arrow up from his groin, hard enough that it didn't lay on his belly but hung an
inch above, vibrating like a tuning fork. Mariann wanted to taste it so badly,
her mouth watered.
    "I'm going to give you what I owe you," she warned, her voice gone thick with
lust. "And after that…" Unable to resist, she bent to nip his neck. "After that
I'm going to ride you till you hobble like a cowboy at a rodeo."
    "Ah," he said even more breathlessly than before, "I guess the answer to that
is 'yee-hah.' "
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    CONSIDERING her fangs were already a trifle sharp, what Mariann proposed to
do was on the daring side. Bastien could not have cared less. When her greedy
mouth plunged over his aching cock, he simply arched his back and groaned. Her
tongue was a touch of heaven on his throbbing shaft.
    "God," she said, drawing back from the first tight pull. "You taste like
ambrosia."
    He probably tasted slightly of blood, that fluid a part of everything they
were. Since she immediately sank down again, he decided he should be glad.
    She had him trembling at the dozenth stroke, had him grabbing fistfuls of the
sheets and holding his breath. She was deep-throating him without an effort, her
newly tamed head of curls a silky tease against his abdomen. He could tell she'd
been good at this as a human. As an
upyr
, she was sublime. Not
satisfied with her amazing oral gymnastics, she cupped his balls, pressing them
gently but firmly between his legs. That pressure increased the one inside him
until, pushed to the shuddering edge of bliss, he started to relax and let go.
    To his dismay, she took this as a signal to call a halt.
    He cursed as his glans popped free of her clinging lips.
    "I want you to last," she growled, crawling over him on all fours. "I want
you to go all night."
    He didn't have the breath to tell her he would no matter what she did.
    "Wait," he gasped as she poised herself.
    Her eyebrows rose until they disappeared behind the tendrils of her hair. "If
you're about to say you're 'almost afraid' to make love to me, you're going to
be on my sh—, uh, bad-person list."
    He laughed at her determination not to curse, running his hands in admiring
circles around her hips. She made a beautiful
upyr
, a bit more rounded
but just as strong, the white glow of her skin faintly touched by peach. "I know
you're eager," he said, "and, believe me, I am grateful. My only request is that
you come down slowly for that first thrust."
    Her grin was crooked. "Scared I'll hurt you?"
    Happiness swelled inside him at her teasing, beyond any emotion he thought
he'd know. "I think I'm up for whatever you can dish out. I just want to savor
this. No lovers have more than one first time."
    Her eyes filled unexpectedly, her pupils shining within their newly
crystalline blue. "You know, you're pretty sweet for a weirdo."
    "Honey, you haven't begun to taste how sweet I am."
    She shivered at the roughness of his voice, her delicate fangs making dents
in her lower lip. The evidence of her lust sent his sex surging painfully. He
could hardly wait for her to discover the rest of her powers.
    Her teeth bit a little deeper as she took him into her palm. The clasp had
him quivering exuberantly.
    "Can you hang on?" she asked, her forehead pinched with a crease of doubt.
"If you need a break—"
    He pulled her down and kissed away her breath, careful to lick the sensitive
spots behind each eyetooth. More than a little affected himself, he broke free
with a gasp. "No breaks, Mariann.