Hot Blooded

Take me slowly, then ride me hard."
    "All right," she said, "since you asked for it."
    When she put his tip against her entrance, both of them jerked. She was ready
for him, hot and generously wet. His fingers tightened on her hips as he watched
her thigh muscles tense. Her eyelids fluttered when she pushed down.
    True to her promise, she took him languorously.
    "Oh," she said at the reach and stretch of him deep inside. Her head dropped
back and rolled. "Oh, boy."
    "A little more," he whispered, devastated by her clasp, by the tempting arch
of her neck. "Push all the way."
    She planted her hands on his shoulders and did as he asked. For just an
instant, he had a sense of how he felt to her: her instinctive caution at his
male invasion, her more modern shame at her delight. His size seemed too much
for her—too thick, too hard—and at the same time just enough. Her eyes went
round, her fingers kneading fretfully by his neck.
    "Wow," she said. "I think—" She stopped to give her hips a delicious grind.
"I think whatever you slipped me made me grow a few extra nerves. I can feel you
up to my throat."
    He laughed. "I didn't slip you anything but this, love." The upward swivel he
used to illustrate made her groan. "What you're feeling is who you are."
    Her head was shaking from side to side, her distress obvious to see. Her
nipples stood out like pale pink cherries against her breasts. "I've got to take
you," she said almost fearfully. "Now. And I've got to take you really hard."
    "I wouldn't stop you if I could."
    He slid his hands up in encouragement, over her new and slightly lusher
curves. The moment he brushed her nipples, she went wild. She didn't even wait
for him to pluck them. She bucked on him like the rodeo cowboy she'd threatened
to make him earlier: hard, merciless thrusts that had his body screaming with
pleasure and his teeth gritting for control.
    He clung to that control with all his will. After her talk of needing a
break, he was damned if he would come first.
    She went over with a muffled scream, her body stiffening with her head thrown
back, her nails breaking his skin. Not yet knowing why it excited her, she
licked her lips at the scent of blood. "More," she said, her hips going even
faster. "I can't—I have to have more."
    Snarling with a response he could not control, he rolled her under him and
began to pump. He had more strength than her, more speed. He shoved an arm
beneath her waist to tilt her for the best angle, the one that let him bury all
his length. Thankfully, her hands braced on the wall to help. The arch of her
back lifted her breasts. She shuddered when her nipples scraped against his
chest hair. His fangs were so sharp he could not have hid them if she chose to
look.
    "Harder?" he said because he wanted to hear the hunger in her response.
    "Yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes."
    Their madness could not have been more in tune. She came again and it made
him crazy, the shudder of her belly, the way she moaned and pulled him in for
more. He'd never felt anything like this, not even with his own kind. His body
ruled him. He literally could not have stopped what he was doing. He couldn't
bring himself to want to. This leap into the void was pure, carnal joy,
especially knowing she needed it as much as he did. Her heels dug into the
mattress, one hand clamping on to his buttock for leverage. He grabbed the
bedframe and prayed it wouldn't break. He was slamming into her with all his
strength, his orgasm swelling with tsunami force.
    "Feed," he said, the order harsh. "Sink your teeth in my neck and drink."
    He had so little control he'd thralled her without meaning to, and she was
still young enough to go under. Her head snapped up and her fangs broke through
his
upyr
skin. Fire burst in his body, a long, hard groan burning his
throat. He hung on the edge of jubilation.
    "Drink," he rasped and she did.
    He came like the world was ending, one cock-wrenching spasm after another as
she took his lifeblood into her veins. His pleasure was a spur to hers. He felt
her quiver and heard her moan. The grip of her luscious, climaxing flesh
returned him to full erection before he could fade.
    Upyr
weren't known for being swiftly sated, but this surprised even
him.
    Her mouth fell away as she collapsed beneath him, her lips reddened by his
blood. She licked them and blinked in wonderment, the blue of her eyes turned to
flame.
    "What," she said,