Lord Belshazzar blurred as soon as the word ‘yes’ exited my mouth. His strong arms tightened around my hips, and he lifted me straight off my feet with dizzying speed. Wind whipped through my hair, blowing the black strands into the lord’s chiseled features, but he didn’t seem to mind. No, not when he flattened me on my back, laying me on top of the fur rug, the flames of the fire only inches from our bodies. His heavy and warm weight pressed down over every inch of me. From the tips of my toes to the crown of my head, the lord’s cinnamon scent and his hard-muscled frame enveloped me.
I shook the dizziness from my head and glanced at the flames so close by. Then I peered up into his burning red eyes. Out of breath from the rush, I panted, “You like to live on the dangerous side, huh?”
His lips curved in pleasure. “Oh, yes.” His gaze ran over my features. “Are you all right now?”
I removed one hand from the death grip I had on his shoulders and rubbed my forehead a bit. Sheepish, I mumbled, “You move a lot faster than I do. Just got a little dizzy. I’m fine now.”
“I move a lot faster than most. But the blood loss didn’t help you either.” He dipped his head, narrowing his eyes on mine. “Are you sure you can handle me? Like I said, you are young still.”
I glowered. “Shut up.”
His lips twitched, though his resentful gaze didn’t waver, confusing me some. “Don’t puke on me.”
I scoffed, “I would never—”
Wind rushed and the room tilted in a mad rush.
Reality twisted and curved as we moved.
I squealed. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Suddenly, we were in the same position again.
Except we were butt ass naked.
My mouth flapped like a darn idiot. I couldn’t stop blinking past the stars in my eyes. And I was certain I had a little drool hanging out of the side of my mouth. I sputtered, “Huh?”
The lord’s chuckle was quiet and devious. One long finger wiped against my cheek—yes, drool—and he stated calmly, “I was slow earlier. That’s how fast I can really move.”
With the back of my right hand, I quickly rubbed my cheek for any remaining drool. I continued to blink until he completely came back into focus. My eyes took a slow gander at all the hard olive-colored flesh I could see over me. It was only his shoulders, but they were damn perfect. I sucked in a sharp breath and leveled my eyes with his, desire spreading out to my fingertips for this vampire. They itched to touch all of his skin.
I growled, “I hope your end game tonight isn’t that quick.”
Those perfect shoulders shook slightly, barely containing his amusement. But…he was still glaring down at me. His manner was a heady mixture of emotions he was throwing at me. The lord whispered slowly, “There’s nothing quick about my end game, Gwen. You’ll enjoy tonight. I have no worries there.”
His fiery red gaze lowered. Almost on me.
The heat from his flesh was better than the sun.
I shivered as his red lips landed on mine.
Decadent and sinful.
His lips were made by the devil. They had to be.
They melded against mine and consumed.
Brush after brush, he hungered. For me.
That was how it felt, at least, and I let myself drown in the heady feeling, a need of two hundred years exploding inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his flesh, moaning against his plump lips. His tongue met mine with the same fervor I gave—and needed.
One large hand ran down my shoulder, squeezing hard enough to bruise. I relished it, arching up against his naked frame. The lord pressed back down, challenging me in strength and winning. He kept me pinned under him, grinning against my cheek when he moved from my mouth, eliciting a whine from deep within my chest.
“Hush, little one,” he whispered against my flesh. The lord peppered my cheeks, my forehead, and my closed eyes last, with reverent kisses. “I’ll give you everything you need.”
I gripped his hair with my fists, bringing his mouth back to mine. I stared up into his fiery gaze. “It’s been so long. I need—”
“I know how long it’s been for you,” he interrupted. His hair fell down around the sides of his face from my fingers messing it up, fanning my face in a curtain of deep midnight black. The lord’s lips quirked against mine, holding himself just a breath away from my mouth. “You were at Rest. Don’t doubt me. I’ll give you what you need.”
I sighed in relief and then squirmed under him. “Please hurry.”
His chuckle was deep and masculine. “Now you want it ‘quick’?”
“You know what I mean,” I grouched. I lifted my head off the fur rug and attacked his teasing mouth with mine. His resultant groan satisfied me to the marrow. “Fuck me hard, my lord. Fuck me hard.”
He groaned again. Long…and hard.
Lord Belshazzar escaped my gripping hands on his head in a blur, and then he was sucking greedily on my right breast. Hungry. Hungry for me.
I screamed in pleasure and pressed my chest up against his mouth, wanting all he had to give. “Yes, my lord!”
“Bel,” he panted, his lips moving to my other breast. “You may call me Bel.” The lord flicked a glare up at my eyes, even as his tongue made a slow glide around my left nipple. “But only when I give you permission.”
I moaned at the sensations he was inflicting on my person. “Bel, you’re a cocky bastard.”
Tiny little bites, his fangs slicing gently into my heaving breasts. He licked the blood, holding my gaze, watching as I shuddered at the crimson color coating his tongue with each lick.
The lord whispered, “I am the worst, Gwen. The sooner you learn that, the better.”
I already knew that.
I squirmed under him again. “Lower.”
“I’m getting there.” His eyes left mine and lowered to my breasts again. With gentle hands, he cupped each small globe…and squeezed brutally.
My shout echoed inside the room. A shiver wracked my entire frame, holding me paralyzed with the beautiful sensation. He could stay there as long as he wanted, as long as he kept playing my body like a dream. Too long, I had been without physical contact. An overload of senses overtook me as he sucked and nibbled and played with my breasts—as if he were as mesmerized as I was. His words and expression might be harsh, but his actions were saying otherwise. The hunger in his actions, barely banked, was on the cusp of breaking.
Then his control did break.
And I loved it.
His mouth found a new treat to torture and devour. The lord’s tongue dove into my wet channel, shoving hard into my core, as I threw my head back in pleasure, even while he was still spreading my legs wide with rough shoves.
Against my most intimate flesh, he growled in harsh demand, “Goddamn, you’re smaller than I imagined. Hold your legs for me, or I will get my fucking rope to keep them apart.”
I moaned and thrashed my head as his tongue fucked my cunt. But I managed to take over his restraining hold on my legs, brushing his hands aside absently, to grip behind my knees, and spread myself for him.
The vampire hissed in enjoyment, his fingers parting my intimate folds for easier access for his mouth. One long finger pressed up into my channel, and his tongue slid up to flick hard against my swollen clit. Again and again, he thrust his finger in time to his gifted tongue.
Damn his tongue.
Fuck his tongue.
I loved his tongue.
The heat inside consumed. The explosion bowed my back, and I screamed in pure ecstasy. A climax straight from the pearly gates jarred my entire frame, passion and euphoria thrumming through my shaking body, all my thoughts gone except for...
Fuck, this is amazing.
I clung to it, holding onto the high, never wanting to let it escape. I wanted to climb in the climax, sink my claws and fangs in, and keep it forever. Just me and his wicked tongue playing in the clouds of bliss.
But my eyes shot wide open when the blunt head of his lordy cock pressed against the entrance of my channel. His very, very large cock. When he had moved, I didn’t know—nor did I give a fuck. I whimpered slightly at the uncomfortable intrusion, wiggling under him.
My wary gaze met his.
He stalled for a heartbeat, his hair hanging down around his face again, blanketing me in the darkness. Bel swallowed hard, fighting his urge to just shove inside me, his jaw clenching as a bead of sweat trickling down his right temple. Though, in a gruff voice, he questioned with extreme slowness and calm, “Do you want me to stop, little one?”
The heart in my chest still beat a fast tempo from the pleasure he had given me…and I wanted more of it. I shook my head quickly. “No, keep going.”
His head cocked slightly and his lips quirked up, still giving me a chance to calm myself before his huge fucking cock rammed into me. He teased, “I should mention I’m not trying to get you pregnant.”
I chuckled, the tension releasing with his words. “And I’m not either. No worries there.” He hadn’t even needed to say it.
Two vamps or druids coming together?
We don’t need condoms like humans. Our prey.
We only needed our will. By both parties.
If we wanted a kid, it might happen.
It was still rare, though.
If we didn’t, then there would be no baby.
Easy and simple. Magic was a vampire’s best friend.
The muscles on his biceps flexed on either side of my head as he bent lower, his face closing in on mine. He whispered in need, “Gwen, this is going to hurt. And I’m not sorry.”
He slammed his hips forward.
I squelched the scream that wanted to escape, ending up grunting, as I curled my arms around him and thumped my hands down onto his shoulders. I held on tight as my eyes began to water. The man wasn’t even in all the way, and my channel was already stretched in agony. I sucked in a harsh breath. He needed to get inside me all the way so it would start to feel better soon.
Two hundred years… Yeah, my pussy was locked up tighter than a pirate’s treasure. A few thrusts and it wouldn’t hurt either of us so bad. And it was hurting him by the grimace he wore on his striking features.
“Sorry,” I groaned. “Just hurry up.”
He blinked slowly, his voice strangled in pain…and more than mild irritation. “The next time you finish a Rest, use a fucking dildo before you let a man inside you. Fuck… I thought you would have masturbated at least once before this! You’ve been awake for days.”
With my eyes still watering from the throbbing in my cunt, I ground my teeth together. “I’ve been kind of busy, as you damn well know. Now, are we going to keep chatting about this or what?”
He heaved out a hard breath…
Then, in a blink, I was full of him.
His cock was fully seated inside me.
My body jolted inside his hold…and I screamed.
Too full. Too full. Oh my shit, too big.
What the motherfucking hell! A devil’s cock.
He has a goddamn devil’s cock. Too big.
Too big. Too big. Too big.
Out. Out. Out. He needs to get out of me!
Someone bring me a miniature-sized dildo, please!
I kept on screaming and shaking my head.
Over my pained shouts, he growled, “Silence!”
With my chest heaving against his muscled pecs, I clamped my mouth shut and glared daggers right into his eyes. Through clenched teeth, I hissed, “You used your fucking speed.”
“Thank the devil I did too,” he snarled.
See? I knew it. Devil’s cock.
“You gave me no warning,” I complained.
“And you gave me no warning you would have a cunt the size of a goddamn snail!”
My face scrunched up in disgust. “Please don’t ever reference my lady bits like that again. It’s just gross. And rude.”
His eyes flared even redder.
All right, all right. I was pushing too far.
I hadn’t warned him.
I had wanted it too much to ruin it.
With as much decorum as I could muster, I apologized, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll be honest and upfront next time.”
“Too little, too late,” he grumbled. Though, after my apology, his fury subsided in small increments until it was contained once more. He cracked his neck—much like I do occasionally—his hair brushing against the side of my face. “Just tell me I can move now.”
I wiggled my hips a smidge. I grimaced, but it wasn’t the excruciating pain I’d had before. So I nodded in affirmation. “It’s as good as it’s going to get until you move some.”
With gradual ease, his hips moved back.
We both winced. But, damn, the man stayed hard.
Devil’s cock…
The vampire had perseverance.
He never stopped. He kept going, pushing into me and gliding out. Repeating and picking up gradual speed. Eventually, his eyes flared even redder for a more pleasant reason.
Each gentle plunge lessened the horrid ache while creating a new beautiful one. The walls of my vagina unclenched from dreadful levels to sweet and succulent. My wet channel gripped him like a tight glove, every inch of his devil’s cock feeling and rubbing just right.
I groaned low, my head arching back. “Yes…”
He growled quietly, agreeing without words.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my fingers into his hair, bringing his face down to mine to kiss those delectable lips.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
I jerked his head back. Stopped his movements.
He merely bit his bottom lip and stared at me.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
I blinked, oh so, slowly. “Well, fuck.”
Our hearts were beating in unison.
Soul mates we may not be, but we were compatible mates. If we wished it. Hearts only beat as one during sex if we were magically compatible.
His hips started moving again. A black brow arched, his words arrogant and amused, “It’s never happened to you before?”
Breathless, I shook my head, listening to our hearts and drowning in the push of his cock thrusting inside of me. “No, it never has.” My brows furrowed as I gazed up at him. “What about you?”
With a soft thrust inside me, watching as my breath caught, he reprimanded delicately, “I’m old, Gwen.” His tone had tempered—a truly caring, and not just a polite, side he hadn’t shown me yet.
My cheeks instantly flushed more than they were from exertion, embarrassed for even asking something so ridiculous. Of course, he had. Older vampires had it happen to them a few times in their lifetime.
He’d probably had it happen ten times more.
“Little one…” Bel’s lips curved into a charming smile meant to pull me from my thoughts. The man always knew what to say. He teased, “Try to focus. I’m about to screw you senseless.”
I choked on a laugh.
And then all hell broke loose.
Or the walls did.
My eyes slammed from side-to-side…
Bel stopped moving, and his forehead thumped down onto mine. With eyes closed, he grumbled quietly, “I didn’t notice the time. Dammit.”
“What is that?” I asked innocently, trying not to freak out, as I pointed to the cave walls now covered in stainless steel. It had come from the ceiling, clinking and rolling down all the way to the floor. The entire room now encased in the steel, the only area still open was the door to the bathroom and the fireplace.
He groaned and tipped his head side-to-side slightly, his forehead rubbing against mine. “It’s my new security system for my room.”
I cleared my throat. “So it’s supposed to be there?”
“Yes, of course.” His eyes opened again and held my gaze. “The bad news? You won’t be able to leave until the morning.”
“Oh.” My brows puckered. “Wait. What?”
“No one can enter or exit—without an alarm sounding—while the walls are down. Guards will rush to the hallways, other Overlords contacted—it’ll be a damn disaster.”
I stared, flabbergasted. “You can’t even leave?”
“No. I’ve earned my privacy after this many years. I have no reason to unless there’s a true emergency. I’ll be phoned if that happens and can hit the code to raise the walls—and an alarm will sound.”
I still eyed him. “That’s a flaw you should probably get fixed.”
He groaned and conceded, “Yes, I can see there are a few things that could be tweaked.”
The lord evaluated my expression. It was clear he had no idea what to do with me once we were done with “business.”
I simply stared back.
Eventually, I cracked. “So…um…maybe we could talk about this later?”
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
Our heartbeats were still synced.
It was a little unnerving in the quiet.
His lips finally twitched, and he rose back up on his arms, taking some of his weight off my chest. “You are wise in your young age.”
“Oh, shut it.” I chuckled.
The man was extremely good at mocking me.
He ducked his head once more and sucked sweetly on my neck, his warm tongue licking along my quickly racing pulse.
I groaned and ran my hands down his sides, his skin smooth and misted with light perspiration. When I grabbed ahold of the globes of his ass, he moaned against my neck, his teeth nipping a little harder.
The overlord pulled his hips back and slammed into me with such force that I grunted and arched my neck further for him. He began a pounding rhythm that had my breath catching in my throat, our heartbeats racing to catch up to his pace. His massive cock filled me over and over as I held onto his flexing ass and dug my short nails in.
Bel’s supple lips found mine.
Then we shared our breaths, our kisses, along with our heartbeats.
And I had been wrong.
He didn’t have a devil’s cock.
He had a magical fucking cock. One I could ride any damn day.
Our skin slapped against each other.
The fire crackled beside us.
Another climax began to unfold.
He pressed his groin harder against my clit and sped up his pace. The walls of my channel gripped his cock with pulsing need as I flew over the damn pearly gates and landed in heaven.
I shouted against his lips in bliss. The fur beneath me tickled my back as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. Each spasm that tore through my body was a shock to the system, stunning and perfect blows.
Bel’s body coiled around mine.
His cock swelled inside my throbbing channel.
And he shouted, his head thrown back as he found his release. His cum scalded my core in the most pleasant rush. His resulting groan followed mine as our bodies shuddered against one another.
Just as he pulled his cock from inside me, my eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion, our heartbeats eventually separated.