Devin

Sariel is pushing at the wall I’ve put up. He’s trying to take control, and I’m not going to give in. I need to have Willow before he takes her from me. Or takes me from her.

“Do you know how much longer you’ll be in Seattle?” Her expression is unreadable, as though she’s working to cloak her emotions. This woman is a puzzle, and I’m dying to solve her.

I shrug noncommittally. “Until I get my next orders. But, I’ve only got six months left until they can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

Her eyebrow rises, and I can see the questions forming in her head. I don’t want to offer any more answers. Opening the door to my room, I pull her to me and crush my lips against hers. I can feel her pulse rushing through her veins as my hands slide over her body.

“Can we take off these damned wings now, Angel?”

Her soft laugh sends tingles of awareness over me. “Yes, please. But, only if you lose the vampire getup.”

Irony at its best. Closing the door behind us, I toss my jacket on the floor and pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes are on me, scoring my bare chest with hungry anticipation. When she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and lets out a little moan, my dick goes right back to the aching fullness it’d had in the alley.

“You’re so … built.” Her gaze lands on the muscled V at my hips. I know she wants to touch me, but this needs to last. This first time is going to forever be burned into my memory.

As she reaches out, I back away. “Not yet. Take off the dress.”

A small frown creases her brow before she slides the straps down her shoulders and lets the white fabric pool on the floor. Standing in front of me in only a lace bra and matching panties, she’s a vision. My cock gives a jerk beneath my pants, and I have to fight the urge to throw her on the bed and tear that scrap of lace off her.

“Now the bra.” The barely restrained growl surprises me.

She shakes her head. “Your turn. I’m pretty sure it’s called tit for tat.”

“So far I haven’t seen any tit.”

“Oh, you think you’re cute? Come on. Pants. I’m down to my underwear. It’s only fair if you are too.”

I hold back my laugh as I unbutton my pants and lower the zipper. Her eyes flash when she sees the bare skin underneath. “I’m not wearing any.”

A softly uttered “Shit,” leaves her mouth.

“Come here.”

“No. You come to me.” She stands her ground, feet planted, arms across her chest, warring for control. Damn, it’s fucking sexy as hell.

In my need, I give in, taking two steps toward her, relishing the satisfied smile on her lips. It doesn’t matter anyway, pretty soon I’m going to fuck her into oblivion and she’ll be begging me to dominate her.

Her hand inches toward my chest, making me wait as she decides where to touch me. Fingers hovering over my sternum, she finally presses her palm against my skin. I thought it would be light and tender, but she curls her fingers, nails raking over my tight abdomen until she reaches the light dusting of blond hair that trails down to my open fly. A pulse of arousal runs through me at the sight of her—the feel of her.

“Take what you want, Angel.” My voice is rough as I try to push through the tension radiating in my body.

Dropping to her knees, she slides my pants down my hips, freeing my aching cock. Her hands run up my thighs, over my hips, touching me everywhere but the one place I need her to fucking touch. God, she’s a tease. It figures. Then, her nails trace the length of my dick, sending sparks through me, and I kick my hips forward involuntarily.

“Eager?”

“So damn eager. I can smell you. You want me just as badly.”

“Close your eyes, Devin.”

Her husky whisper makes my balls tighten, but I do as she says. And then her warm, wet mouth covers me, and pleasure explodes down my cock. “Fuck.” The word is more of a hiss than anything.

I want to come, already, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to let that happen. Not yet. I need to be inside her. As she continues sucking me, my orgasm hovers on the edge, and I know that with just the right flick of her tongue, she could tip me over. That familiar coil of euphoria builds at the base of my spine, and before she can bring me to release, I pull out of her willing mouth, breathing heavily.

“Stop. Oh, fuck me, but that felt amazing.”

She rolls her beautiful eyes up to look at me, and a rush of emotion that has nothing to do with my need to come washes through me. “I didn’t give you permission to open your eyes.”

“Fuck your permission,” I growl, grabbing her arms and pulling her up, her skin against mine.

Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her amazing tits sway in the slight space between us until I cup them in my hands. Their full, heavy weight in my palms just adds to my raging need.

“Wrap your legs around me, Angel.” She does as I ask, the only thing between her slick pussy and my cock the thin barrier of white lace. As she grinds herself on my throbbing dick, I can feel her wetness through the fabric. “You smell good enough to eat.”

“Promises, promises.”

I toss her on the bed and have to brace myself as Sariel breaks through. Take her, Devin. Feed me.

Fuck. Do I really want to let him feed? I don’t want to share her with anyone. Then the gorgeous creature on my bed slides her hand between her legs and shimmies out of her panties. The moment her fingers delve into her wetness, I’m lost. My reservations about Sariel are gone. Crawling over her, I kiss my way up her legs until my lips find her femoral artery. Immediately, my fangs descend, and I’m tempted to taste more than her pussy. I want to sink my teeth into her and feed on her blood before I feast on her body.

“Jesus, Devin. Stop screwing around and fuck me. I love some foreplay, but if you don’t let me come around your cock soon, I’ll have to take care of myself.”

Laughter falls from her lips as I look up her body with a pout. “Where’s the romance in that?”

Her gaze turns heated. “I’m not looking to fall in love. Now come over here and fuck me like you mean it.”

“As you wish.”

* * *

Willow

Honestly, I don’t want Devin to stop anything he’s doing to me, but things are getting a little too intense between us. I’m having … feelings. I can’t afford feelings. I just want him to take that long, thick cock of his and fuck me. Is that really too much to ask?

His lips continue blazing a trail across my body, over my stomach, and up to my breasts. As he sucks one nipple into his mouth, his fingers slide through my slick pussy, rubbing my swollen clit and sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. I’m ready for him. The wetness between my legs should be indication enough. Lining up the crown of his shaft with my entrance, he begins to push forward. The heated stretch of his invasion makes me pant in anticipation. But, like cold water thrown in my face, a feeling of dread crashes down, ruining the moment.

“Wait!” I cry. “Protection. W-We need a condom.”

He stills and releases my nipple. “Fuck. Hang on.” Pulling back, he sits on his knees and smiles.

My heart stops when his fangs flash in the light. Fangs. He’s a fucking vampire, and I almost let him inside me. Oh my God, I practically served myself up on a platter. Eyes wild, I search the room for some kind of weapon I can use against him, and of course, I have nothing.

His shrewd gaze finds mine, concern etched on his chiseled features. “Willow? What’s wrong?”

“Please tell me those are part of your costume, Devin.”

Confusion colors his face, and he reaches out for me. Instinctively, I scramble away, knowing I’m no match for a vampire in my current state. “Don’t fucking touch me! How did I not see this?”

“See what?” His innocent attitude makes me wonder if I’d been seeing things.

“Open your mouth.”

Doing as I ask, he parts his lips, and all I see are normal human teeth. No fangs. But they could just be tucked away wherever he keeps them. Gathering my clothes, I start pulling them on, not caring how put together I look. I need to get out of here.

“What are you doing?” There’s a slight hitch in his voice, maybe a note of panic.

“I need to go. This isn’t going to work.”

“It seemed like it was working pretty fucking well until just a minute ago.”

I shake off the desire to give in. Really, I just want him to hold me and kiss away any worries I have. But that would put his possible fangs very near my vulnerable skin. “I’m sorry. I just … I can’t do this. I’ll call a cab.”

As I search the floor for my phone, anxiety swells every second I’m in the room. Where the fuck is it?

Devin clears his throat. He’s wrapped a sheet around his waist and is holding my cell in his hand. “Looking for this?”

I take a deep breath. If he touches me, I might cave. I don’t know if I can handle that. Holding my hand out, I stare him straight in the eyes and pray he’s not what I fear he is. Slowly, like a cat on the prowl, he crosses the room, gaze never leaving mine.

“I don’t understand why you’re leaving.” He drops the phone into my outstretched palm but doesn’t stop walking until I’m backed against the wall and he stands a breath away.

Those penetrating blue eyes of his search mine. All I have to do is lean forward and we’ll be connected. “I don’t know you. I shouldn’t be here.”

He’s not touching me, but he might as well be. My nipples harden as he licks his bottom lip and his gaze drops to the tops of my breasts. One finger trails the line of my throat before his hand cups my nape and he pulls me against him. Fireworks erupt behind my closed eyes as his tongue presses into my mouth and he groans against my lips.

“Willow, let me in.” It’s just a whispered plea as he pulls away, but I’m gone. Lost to this man’s hypnotic stare and the promise of what he’ll do to my body.

The sheet covering him drops to the ground, and as soon as I nod, he rips the lace away from my skin and lifts me, sheathing himself inside me in one powerful thrust.

“Oh, fuck, Willow.” His groan makes me clench around him.

When he begins to move, I throw my head back, hitting it on the wall and not giving a fuck. His slow, shallow hip rolls drag the head of his cock across that spot, over and over. My toes curl, breaths come in gasps, and I dig my hands into his hair, loving the length as my fingers tangle in the strands.

His hands clutch my ass as he begins to pound into me, harder than I thought I was ready for, but damn, I love every movement.

“Kiss me,” he whispers in my ear.

I stiffen when his tongue licks a line down my throat, and he nips my neck before returning to my lips. As he moves deep inside me, my pleasure begins to climb, so close to the edge. I moan, grinding my hips against his so hard, he bottoms out inside me. “Holy fuck,” I cry, the sensation too much. “I’m coming.”

He growls in response and increases his pace, chasing his release with me. “Say my name, Willow. Tell me who makes you feel so fucking good.”

The waves of my orgasm hit me as soon as he lowers his head and covers my nipple with his mouth. The pleasure is so intense, taking me under as I scream his name. My eyes roll back in my head, and I swear I see stars. He swells inside me and pulses, long and deep, his knees shaking as his thrusts become erratic.

Releasing my breast, he draws lazy circles around my nipple with his tongue as we both come down from our high.

“That was …” he starts, but then just rests his forehead on my breastbone. “I don’t think I can describe what that was.”

“Earth-shattering comes to mind.”

“Life-affirming,” he offers.

“Hot as fuck.”

He nods. “Yes. Hot as fuck just about covers it.”