“Bleeding hell, Zorah,” he murmured into the air between us, the words tickling my swollen lips. But his fingers delved into the space I’d made for him.
I couldn’t spread my legs with my jeans around my thighs, but that didn’t stop me from making a noise I’d never made before in response to the first, perfect slide of his fingers. I wanted to strip us both naked and rub my body all over his like a cat, or like the vixen that was my namesake. I wanted to ride him... I wanted his mouth on me... I wanted his body pounding into mine from behind.
I wanted so many things, but what I had was his fingers sliding into me while his thumb rubbed across my clit with every thrust. It was enough to bring me to the brink in minutes, and the nip of teeth across the sensitive skin at my throat where fangs had pierced me mere days ago was all it took to tip me over.
I jerked, keening, barely aware of the fact that I was in a complete stranger’s apartment. I had no idea how thick the walls were. Or if Rans had closed the bedroom door behind us, for that matter. I didn’t care about any of it. My body was singing, my earlier state of near collapse replaced now by the wash of pleasurable endorphins.
Rans eased me through the climax with lazy strokes of his fingers, and pressed a final close-mouthed kiss to my lips. It was so good... so good... but it wasn’t all that I needed. His hand slid free of my body. I used my newfound energy to roll us, tumbling our bodies further onto the bed until he was the one lying on his back while I crouched between his legs.
Without a single thought in my head, I attacked the fastenings of his motorcycle leathers. He was still completely dressed, right down to his black leather coat. It splayed out beneath him like bat’s wings, stark against the pale blue duvet.
“Zorah,” he said, staring at me as my fingers tugged open the row of dark buttons along his fly. “You don’t have to—”
I growled at him. Like, seriously growled, the way an animal would growl when something tried to get between it and its prize. His eyes flared for a moment with that blue light like the hottest part of a flame.
“Or maybe you do,” he muttered. “Buggering Christ.”
He was wearing black silk boxers beneath the leather, and I succumbed to the urge to rub my cheek against the sumptuous fabric. He drew in a startled breath and his cock twitched sharply. The heady smell of musk was more pronounced down here. My growl turned into a purr. I freed his thick length from the silk and leather, my mouth watering.
Rans was uncut—only the second uncircumcised man I’d ever been with. He was also hard and ready, a bead of pre-come gathering in the slit. It looked oddly coppery in the warm light of the bedroom, tempting me to taste. It was coppery, as though a hint of blood accented the usual bittersweet saltiness.
I probably should’ve had questions about that. I probably should’ve cared.
I didn’t.
Rans hissed out a slow breath as I twisted my tongue around the glans. I teased, delving over and over into the slit. I wanted him to grab my hair, fuck my mouth, but his hands were fisted in the bedclothes at his hips. He held his body rigid, though he had rolled up to rest on his elbows so he could watch me. I liked that. My eyes met his, and they flared blue again as I slid my lips down his length. I felt his body tremble as he kept himself from thrusting up... felt it like it was coming from my own body, not his.
Like there was a connection between us, his sexual energy flowing into me—buoying me up.
I had intended to set up an easy rhythm, but each stroke of my lips felt so good. Each slow suck, so divine. I couldn’t help speeding up, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks harder. His eyelids lowered to half-mast, blue eyes growing distant as though my lips were a drug, sapping his will.
I could sense his body tightening, preparing to give itself up to me, and a new surge of crackling energy flowed between us. I felt like a goddess. All-powerful. I took him nearly to the root, humming as hard flesh swelled at the back of my throat.
Rans shuddered and came, silently. I took it all... took him inside of me. I felt his essence flowing between us, leaving him and becoming mine. My throat vibrated in a low, female purr of satisfaction as I milked him of every last drop I could get. When he finally started to soften, I reluctantly pulled back.
God, I felt... that had been... amazing. Twenty minutes ago, I’d been afraid I might keel over. Now, I thought if I jumped off a roof, I would probably fly.
I sat up, gazing down at the powerful vampire I’d just taken apart with my mouth, and the first hint of trepidation began to creep back into my mind. Rans looked... pale. A bit dazed. He was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite parse.
I tried to reassemble the past couple of hours into a narrative that made sense. My brain felt like a computer rebooting after a catastrophic hard drive crash. An important fact presented itself, big red metaphorical arrows flashing.
“Oh my god,” I said. “Rans, your shoulder! I’m so sorry... I don’t know what I was thinking!”
Mortification flooded me, but Rans only flopped down to lie flat on his back and started tucking himself away. I realized that my jeans were still down around my hips and blushed bright red, scrambling off the bed so I
