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“What do you want to do tonight?” He didn’t want to agree to giving her space yet, but knew if she was going to willingly be with him and agree to keep seeing him, he had to do this. A tightness in his chest began to form. It became hard to breathe. He tried to hide the panic that began to rise. Her hand pressed against his stomach. She moved it up until it came to rest over his heart. The organ skipped a beat. Heat rose in tendrils through his body. Yearning thrummed through his veins as his blood thickened.

  “I want to spend tonight with you, but I also want to take the next week concentrating solely on the Ball and how to improve the town’s image. I need to figure out how I feel about you without you in it. I knew what it was like to live in this town before you, but now? Not sure of that now.” She pressed a kiss over his pulse point. “I like being with you, but I need to figure out how to deal with this new relationship. I’ve never jumped into anything so quickly without knowing first.”

  Slivers of heat trailed down his arms. His fingertips itched to feel her skin. He stayed where he was, not daring to move for fear she would retreat. Her lips ghosted down his neck.

  “We have tonight, and I want to be with you.” She nipped the crook of his neck, sending a shudder of sensation. Pain and pleasure racked his body as his cock grew thicker, his balls harder. Tension built inside of him as he fought with himself to stay still, let her have the control. Rose shifted her body to face him. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, the mixture of arousal with cinnamon and vanilla was the headiest aphrodisiac that he’d ever encountered. When she took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled up, Draven didn’t protest.

  He helped her remove his top, put it to the side and lay back without her having to ask. Her hands pressed against his pecs. He sucked in a breath as an electric charge burst through his body, touching every corner of him. Draven felt the warmth of that simple contact drowning out the fears that had assailed him earlier. Giving himself up to her exploration, he closed his eyes and relaxed.

  A tight pinch followed the soft flick of her tongue on his nipple. He groaned. Tingles of fire lapped at the base of his back. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, drawing out a moan. He pushed his hips upward, asking for more. Rose rocked her palm against his erection as she nipped and lapped at one hardened nipple. After transferring her attention to the other turgid bud, with one hand she worked his belt until it came free. The harsh ripping sound of the fly being pulled down caused his cock to twitch. Hard fingernails dragged down the length of him. Clenching his jaw, he held back a plea for more than a teasing touch. Again and again she touched him with the tips of her fingernails. Her hard caress wasn’t enough. He wanted more. No, needed more contact.

  “Please,” he groaned. “Touch me.”

  Rose’s mouth moved down the center of his body. When her tongue dipped and swirled into the shallow well of his navel, he sucked in air and blew it out in one jagged breath. The waistband of his jeans was yanked down. Cool air ghosted over his overheated flesh. Digging his heels into the blanket, he tried to thrust his hips higher into the air.

  A whimper floated up when she wrapped a soft hand around his shaft. He bit down on his bottom lip. A sharp pinch caused him to cry out as his fangs pierced the sensitive skin. “Rose,” he rasped.

  “What?” Her lips now traced over the thin line of pubic hair that disappeared into a thick patch of curls. His body shaking, sweat formed and slipped down his forehead. He tried to calm down. When he felt her lap a ring around the base of his shaft, he nearly lost it. Shudders of pleasure racked his body from that single touch.

  “Mmm, so hot, soft, yet hard.” With the flat of her tongue, Rose traced a path up the underside of his cock. He nearly wept as desire flared hotter inside of him. Draven’s hands dug into the blanket. His legs shook as she lapped at the slit on the top of his cockhead. One flick. Two flicks. Three flicks. He was ready to grab her hair and push her head down to take more of his cock into her mouth. His shaft throbbed in rapid time with his out of control heartbeat.

  He groaned again, when she cupped his balls and rolled them. Her moist, breath brushed against his crest, causing his cock to jerk in response. When he felt the soft brush of her lips close around his sensitive cockhead, he almost wept in relief. I have to see this. Draven opened his eyes and lifted his head. He watched Rose take more of his cock into her mouth. The soft, seductive slide of her lips down his shaft drove him crazy. She rolled her eyes up to meet his gaze. Heat simmered in the nearly black gaze.

  Lifting her head, she released his dick and grabbed his hips. “Relax and don’t move until I tell you to.”

  He opened his mouth to protest, but snapped it shut, deciding to allow her this moment of control. Lowering his body to the blanket, he forced himself to stay still. Rose gripped his hips and settled between his thighs. She lapped at his crown like it was an ice cream cone, catching drops of semen with her tongue before swirling it around the wide mushroom head. She scrapped the rim with her teeth, which set off a cascade of fire up and down his spine. He’d had blow jobs before, but none like this. Rose acted as if they had all the time in the world, as if nothing else mattered.

  “You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned as she swallowed the tip of his shaft, bobbing her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each down swoop.

  Up. Down. She ran her tongue over the underside of his cock, lapping at the slit and hollowing out her cheeks to increase the pressure, driving him mad. His brain was short-circuiting. Tunnel vision took hold. All he cared about was what she was doing. She flicked the V at the base of the crest. Stars burst before his eyes as pleasure simmered through his body. Fire exploded in his veins as his heart hammered against his ribcage. He drove his hips forward in silent demand that she take more of him into her mouth. Rose stopped. Her lips slid up and cold air whirled around his shaft.

  He stared down at her. A wicked smile curled on her lips.

  “I’m the one in control. Do that again and I’ll stop and let you use your hand.”

  He was astonished. How the fuck can she be so cool about this? I’m losing my mind.

  Rose lowered her head again, took his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head. This time the pace quickened, the pressure tighter. Passion bubbled up inside of him. Every cell in his body became saturated with need and fire. He wanted to move, but didn’t want the sensations to stop. When she gave his balls a gentle squeeze, he almost lost his mind.

  “Please,” he moaned.

  She bobbed her head faster, dragging her teeth over his sensitive flesh. He gritted his teeth and held back a grunt as pain and pleasure collided. Rose released his balls and wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft. Working her hand up, she moved her head down. Colliding sensations and desire built, stacking the fire higher until an inferno consumed him. She released his cock with a pop and worked him with her hand.

  He couldn’t stop himself. Shaking with unspent energy as the need to move increased, his legs twitched. His hands began to ache from holding the blanket too tight.

  “Rose, please,” he pleaded.

  “Please, what?” She slowed her hand and continued to gaze at him with a lazy smile on her face.

  He growled. “Fuck me, suck me, do something. I want to come.”

  “Didn’t I say you couldn’t come?” Her hand stopped completely.

  His cock throbbed as the ache increased in his balls. “Damn it, Rose.” His voice was hoarse as if he’d been yelling. Everything in him wanted to burn up. Energy coasted through his muscles, demanding that he do something to relieve the tension.

  She chuckled, dipped her head, and lapped up a trail of his seed. Desire burned hotter watching that one act.

  Rose cocked an eyebrow and squeezed under his dripping crown. “Do you want to come?”

  He gasped.

  “You know,” she murmured as she leaned forward, planting kisses on the underside of his shaft. “I thought vampires were supposed to be these big, bad predators. Stuff of legends, an
d yet all I have to do is get you by the cock and you’re a kitten.”

  Time to stop being nice. Draven snarled. He reached down and pried her hand from around his cock and sat up. He then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up his body. “Play time’s over.”

  She gasped, but didn’t pull away. “Show me.” Rose planted a kiss on his lips. He growled and rolled them over.

  Chapter Ten

  Rose released his cock and brought her hands up to his face. Cupping his jaw, she gazed into his eyes. Heated steel gray swirling with desire stared back at her. His fangs were fully extended. Heat shivered through as her body tightened, ready for him. It had been maddening trying to control the situation; a heady madness that made her feel equal parts sexy, and at the same time, fraying at the seams. She stroked his cock; the sensation of hardness and softness drove her to her breaking point. She surprised herself by refusing to beg him to take back control. The salty, spicy tang of his cum lingered on her tongue. She wanted to slide down his body and take one more taste. Watching his body shake, and his tight, white knuckled grip on the blanket had been one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.

  Draven had held back. He could have stopped the whole thing, yanked her up his body like he had, ripped off her clothes and filled her to the hilt. The fact that he was partially clothed and she was still dressed was a surprising aphrodisiac. She liked it, and for a moment wondered what it would be like if their positions had been reversed and she’d been the one partially clothed with him fucking her. Rose shuddered underneath him.

  “Draven, please—” She stopped herself from saying anything else. This time I want him to tell me what he wants to do.

  He buried his head in her neck and dragged his fangs along her collarbone. “Please, what?” Now he was in control. She felt the switch, like a light that had been turned on. He was now the cool, confident man he always was instead of under her thrall. “Tell me.”

  When he took hold of her neckline, she waited, unsure of what he had planned. Part of her hoped he’d rip the shirt off her. The material had long since become an irritation. Instead, he dragged his hands down her sides, took hold of the hem, and lifted it up. Without having to be told, she lifted her arms. He stopped pulling the shirt up once it was over her head. He traced his fingers over her lace covered breasts. She cried out when he plucked the sensitive tips through the rough fabric. For a few moments, he twisted and tugged at the nubs, flicking them through the bra before planting opened mouthed kisses down her abdomen to swirl his tongue in her belly button.

  Just like I did.

  He used one hand to undo her jeans, and with a hard yank, pulled them down to her knees. Draven removed her boots and then pulled the pants all the way off, leaving her partly in her sweater, bra, panties and socks.

  “Now, we fuck. Don’t move your arms. Stay just like that.” Draven sat up on his heels and dug into the back pocket of his jeans. Rose bent her knees. The sound of a wrapper ripping filled the air. She watched as he rolled on the condom and then position himself over her. He lowered himself down. His skin burned against hers. Hard muscles pressed against her body. Her nipples throbbed at the increased pressure from his chest. He reached between them and positioned his cock at her dripping entrance. There was no need for foreplay. She needed him now. Her body was one pulse point of need and desire. The pressure of his crest against her cunt made her moan. She needed him inside of her. Now.

  “Draven.” Rose struggled to get the sweater off.

  “I said, don’t move your arms.” He pushed up, taking away the delicious pressure that had been pressing her to the ground.

  “No, please. Draven.” She stilled and waited for his return.

  “No moving your arms. Let me love you,” he murmured. He returned to his position over her and placed soft kisses over her forehead, the tip of her nose, and both her cheeks before finally touching her lips. The contact sent a jolt straight to her clit. She groaned, opening her mouth for him. He slipped his tongue past her lips, stroking hers with slow movements. Moaning, she arched her back and prayed to feel more of him; his skin, his mouth, his body, everything.

  When he finally lowered down, she sighed around his tongue. He drew back and stared down at her, his expression unreadable. Reaching between them, Draven positioned his cock and pushed forward, sinking into her. They both groaned. She contracted her inner muscles around him, drawing him further inside. They rocked against each other. He pulled back then pushed forward, sliding his cock into her slowly, rubbing against her nerve endings. She clung to the moment. The pressure built. Each time she thought she was going to come, he would retreat and slow down. The scent of the earth, sex and sweat blew around them as he increased the pace. Wet flesh slapped against each other. He pushed in and pulled out. His lips pressed against her throat.

  She sucked in a breath, waiting for the dark pressure followed by the pain and the burst of pleasure. It didn’t come. When Draven reached between them and massaged her clit, her orgasm coiled tighter until it snapped. Rose came in a rush of fire and sensation, crying out his name into the night. He pulled out and slammed into her, refusing to stop. Continuing to work her clit, he drew out another climax as he fucked her faster.

  Rose became lost. Each stroke of his cock pulled her close to the edge. Over and over he made her come until her body became weak and spent. She lay under him panting, watching as Draven withdrew and slid home once more before he threw back his head and let out a cry. His body tensed as his cock pulsed. He came, crying out her name. Draven drove into her three more times before lowering himself down to take a kiss. He slide out of her completely and rolled next to her.

  “Fuck, I love you,” he panted out.

  She stilled, not sure if she’d heard him correctly.

  He rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Don’t want to let you go, but have to.” Burying his head into the crook of her neck, she giggled when he flicked his tongue over her pulse point. Sighing, she turned into his embrace and closed her eyes. The sounds of the night and the howling of wolves filled the air.

  A deep male voice grumbled nearby. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I should arrest you for that. Jesus, put some clothes on.”

  Draven groaned. “Go away, Torger. We’ll be out of here in a few moments.” To her he said, “We’ll just lay here, honey and then go home.”

  Home. She didn’t contradict him. Rose looked forward to snuggling with him in bed, and waking up beside him.

  * * * *

  “Okay, let me get this straight. You’ve voluntarily stopped sleeping with tall, dark, and fangly? Are you sick? Does he have an STD? Oh my god, he does have dead man’s breath, doesn’t he?” Sabrina followed her around the office like an incessant, yapping puppy.

  “Yeah, what she said.” Katey walked next to Rose, making her feeling boxed in.

  “I needed space, time to think, adjust,” Rose replied through gritted teeth.

  “Uh oh, she’s irritated. Don’t care. And he said he loved you? What’s wrong with you? Getting ILY from a guy is like pulling teeth and denying them sex. They’d have to do something wrong for that. How’d you do it? Is your vagina magic or something?” Sabrina took another sip of coffee and tapped her foot while Rose put the files away.

  “No, not a magic pussy. How about an enchanted mouth?” Katey offered.

  “Guys, I just needed time to adjust, and he understood. It’s okay. We’re not broken up.” She stopped, realizing what she’d said. Her stomach clenched, and she felt sick. “Besides it’s only been two days.”

  Katey snorted. “Two days in the dating land of love is like two years. So what are you thinking on? Anything good? You do realize that he’s the most sought after bachelor in the city, right? And since the bachelor auction is coming up, women are going nuts. I saw some woman throw her panties at him as he was entering the building. Panties! I wouldn’t throw my water bra at him if he were on fire. I need it; these puppies need enhancing.”

  Sabri
na burst out laughing. “Want some of my boobage? Bachelor auction? When does it take place; can I go into debt for it? And what kind of bachelors are we talking about? Not like the ones on that TV show, right?”

  Rose was relieved when Katey led Sabrina away to the kitchenette area. With a sigh, she trudged back to her desk. Each step was like walking through sludge. She wanted to call Draven and check on him. The morning that they’d parted he’d moaned over the upcoming auction and prayed he wouldn’t have to take part.

  “I have a girlfriend. Why do I have to still walk down the runway like a piece of meat?” he groused.

  Rose had teased him about all unwanted attention he was getting, and she wanted to make sure he wasn’t stressing too much about it. Then there was the serial killer on the loose. She reached out, her hand hovering over the receiver before she pulled it back.

  “No. I won’t call him.” She was about to turn away when her phone rang. Jumping, she snatched up the receiver and answered it. “Hello? Rose Andrews speaking.”