Her soft skin was so tantalizingly close. Zane had to work hard to keep from lunging at her. He had more restraint than that though. The scent of berries had his nostrils flaring and his fangs extending further. Zane had to suppress a groan when he caught the perfect view of her deep cleavage. Her hard nipples were like two pointed barbs under the thin dress. It seemed to him that they were fighting to cut their way to freedom. His dick hardened up a whole lot more at the thought of their lush weight. He’d never imagined that overly full breasts would entice him so. Round, plump, soft. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, to watch them bounce as he took her. Couldn’t wait to hear her screams as she came. He suspected that a female as filled with passion as Tanya was, would let herself go in the moment. Zane couldn’t wait to make her lose it. He would have her soon. Very soon.

His lips touched her skin and she jerked away. “No touching. Fangs only.”

“Hold still then.” He bracketed her hips with his hands.

“Hey.” She waggled her hips.

“Need to keep you still. We don’t have much time so I’m going to drink hard and fast.” He couldn’t help himself as a chuckle escaped. Tanya would be sorry she ever made the no touching rule. “You might want to hold on female.”

Zane didn’t wait for her reply. He sank his fangs into her, loving the way she gasped as he entered her body. He closed his mouth on her soft skin and sucked, hard. Tanya groaned. The sound interlaced with both pleasure and frustration. She closed a hand on his bicep as he drew deeply a second time, her nails biting into his skin.

Her essence filled him. Her taste so divine that his cock grew even thicker. Surely his skin would burst if he expanded any more. She was panting and mewling, sounding more frustrated than pleasured. Zane wished she would stop being so damned stubborn. He longed to pleasure this woman, wanted it more than he’d wanted anything in his whole life.

Another heavy draw and her pants turned to ecstasy filled groans. Moans of…pure unadulterated pleasure. His eyes flew open as she jerked in his arms. He had to clamp his hands more firmly at her waist to keep her in place. The little minx. Her fingers were firmly between her legs with her dress bunched in a V where her hand and stomach met. Her fingers worked frantically pumping in and out of her pussy. Her thumb circled her clit. He growled and drew in another mouth full of decadent blood.

Two could play at this little game. Leaving one hand on her waist, he used the other to fist his cock. Zane sucked slower, delaying the process. He had to be careful not to take too much. Palming his shaft harder, he pictured how tight her sheath would be. She was a small human after all. He could just imagine taking her slow and easy or fast and frantic. It didn’t matter, he just knew he’d find utter rapture between her luscious thighs.

The taste of her blood on his lips, the sound of her moans, his imagination did the rest. Zane tugged faster. One more hard suck at her neck and she cried out as a second orgasm took her. He watched her hand thrusting into her glistening pussy. It was enough to bring him over the edge. Hot semen jetted from him marking her stomach and chest. A feeling of possessiveness grabbed hold of him. This female was his. He would fight dirty to ensure that he got her.

It was with extreme reluctance that he retracted his fangs. He licked at the wound on her neck. Tanya groaned, as did he. She sat upright, running a hand down her dress as she was in the habit of doing every so often. Her face crumpled as her hand came away sticky. “You pig.”

“Did you expect me not to watch? Not to like what I saw?”

Crimson darkened her cheeks, she straightened her shoulders and pushed out her chin. “Not watching would’ve been the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“I’m glad I’m not a gentleman then. Watching you please yourself is one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. I have burned the moment to memory and will replay it often in your absence.”

“What the hell am I supposed to wear now?” She huffed, pouting her lips as she placed her hands on her hips.

Zane picked up the phone next to his bed and speed dialed Charlotte. “My female needs something to wear.” He paused as Charlotte explained the various options. She knew what he liked and how he liked it.

Tanya mouthed the words underwear several times. Zane tried to suppress a smile and failed. Did she ever give up?

He shook his head at her. “That will do nicely.” Zane spoke into the mouthpiece before putting the phone in the cradle. Warmth rushed through his veins, he could actually feel his energy levels rise as her blood in his system countered the poison. Looking down, he noticed that the wound was less severe. His healing flesh no longer looked swollen and inflamed.

“I have my jeans, I don’t need anything else.”

“No jeans.”

“You’re insufferable.” She stomped her foot.

Zane stood allowing the sheet to fall away. Her cheeks flushed further, this time with arousal. He noticed how her eyes tracked the length of his body. How her lashes fused as her eyes grew hooded. She was attracted to him. That much was clear. It didn’t take long for her eyes to flash with anger though. She didn’t want to want him. Well too bad. He would have her before she went back to Brant.

A knock sounded. Zane pulled on a pair of leathers and buttoned them up. Normally his nakedness in front of the female vampire wouldn’t bother him, but he got the feeling his human wouldn’t approve. “Enter.”

Charlotte walked in holding a number of garments. “They’re mine so I hope one of them fits. I will have a wardrobe ready next time you are here.”

Tanya had pulled the sheet against her soiled dress, she nodded once at the vampire, her demeanour stiff.

“Thank you. You may leave,” he addressed Charlotte.

The female had angered his Tanya. He got the definite impression his female wouldn’t want Charlotte to hang around. The female inclined her head at him and then Tanya before leaving.

 

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Two of the dresses were little more than sheaths, similar to the one Alexandra had worn at the club the night previously. Her body fat would need to be in the minus in order to pull off such a dress. She huffed, if she got any angrier smoke would start to come out of her nostrils. One was a very pretty floral number with triangles so small she’d have no hope in hell of fitting her breasts in it. The last was a stunning shade of green that she knew would complement her coloring. The top was a boob tube and it had a flared skirt that would cover her to about mid-calf. Hopefully, the elastic would fit around her boobage. Maybe, just maybe though, it would work.  

“Is there somewhere for me to change?”

“You are my female. What part of that don’t you understand?”

Zane infuriated her. “I am not yours damn it. You are never going to see me naked, get that into your thick skull.” She knew she wasn’t being fair but she felt so embarrassed at what had happened that she had decided to blame him for whole thing.

“Your bra was see-through in the shower and I had a great view of your pussy not five minutes ago. Your hand was a little in the way, but…” That did it. She flew at him fists, nails and all. Zane let her slap him and pretend claw at him for a few beats before grabbing her wrists and shoving her up against the wall.

Trapped between hard brick and hard unforgiving male, her breathing hitched. Only because she was afraid. It had nothing to do with his scent or the hard nudge at her stomach. “I will humor you female because for some reason your feelings are important to me, but do not push me too far.”

She swallowed hard and nodded, not trusting her voice. Zane leaned in, so close his breath mingled with hers. So close that his nose brushed hers as he leaned in a fraction more. Their gazes locked. His eyes burned. He was going to kiss her and she couldn’t wait. His eyes dropped to her lips, which she licked in anticipation.

Just as she was sure he would do the deed, he pulled back. “Get dressed. We need to go.”

Damn but she hated the disappointment, hated her desire for him even more. He was such a jerk. Firstly, because he made her want to kiss him. Secondly, because he didn’t damn well kiss her.

When she turned to him, he was fully dressed in leathers just as Lance had been. He looked every bit the warrior and acted every bit the king. “You have one minute and then I’m coming to get you. Understood?” He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he strode from the room shutting the door behind him.

Tanya pulled off the sticky dress. The audacity of the man to come all over her. What the hell was his problem? There was a small, teeny, tiny part of her deep down inside that was secretly thrilled Zane had been so turned on by her. Then again, she huffed, he was a man and anything with boobs and a pussy was normally enough. She pulled the green dress up over her body. A bit of a tight fit around the girls, but it seemed to fit alright. Next she grabbed her toiletry bag and headed for the restroom.  She readjusted her boobs and gave herself the once over. Not too shabby. The green really worked against her complexion and the shape of the dress accentuated her curves in a good way. Her hair was a mess. Tanya unzipped the bag and quickly tried to tame it. Next, she put paste on the toothbrush and had just started on her teeth when Zane walked in. His big body took up the entire door frame as he leaned against the jamb. Despite his warnings, he folded his arms across his chest and waited for her to finish.

He followed her back into the bedroom where she decided to push her luck by applying some mascara. With her lips puckered, she prepared to apply a coat of lip-gloss.

“You don’t need all that crap.”

“Us humans enjoy it.

“I’m not human,” he growled.

“Well I am.” She ran the lip-gloss over her mouth. Applying a second coat for good measure. “It’s not like you kiss me or anything anyway, so why would you care?” Oops, she hadn’t meant to say that. His brush off earlier must have affected her more than she had thought.

Zane frowned, he opened his big leather trench coat and stuck his hands in the pockets. “I don’t kiss females.”

“As in you don’t like it or…”

“I’ve never had the inclination.” He moved his weight from one leg to the other even though both feet stayed on the ground.

Her mouth dropped open. After a few seconds of fly catching she snapped it closed. “You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

Zane shook his head.

“You’re missing out you know?”

His mouth pulled into a thin white line. “I doubt it. Let’s go.”