Page 31 of Crossing Between

I was going crazy. These men who made my heart race and my pussy immediately gush when they looked at me, were making me go crazy.

I was ready to jump one of them. Or all. It depended on what they were doing.

"Varon," I blew out the breath I had been holding to try not to snap at him.

"I get that the demon is after me now, but you can't just keep me locked up in your house forever.

I need to go home, check on my neighbor, and my brother is starting to ask questions.

" Not to mention, I missed my own clothes.

Wearing the spare clothing Varon had lying around was getting old.

I did not do well with dark colors, I needed my bright neons back.

Varon looked up at me from the laptop he was working on. We were in one of his living rooms (yes, the man's house had multiple living rooms). We were sitting on the couch with some work things between us. My eyes were about to go cross-eyed if I didn't take a break soon.

"We all agreed it was best that you stay here with me while we searched for this fucker." Varon tipped his head to the side slightly. "Aren't you comfortable here?"

I shook my head. "It's not that. Your house is amazing and the bed is the most comfortable I've ever slept in.

My point is that I have a life and I can't just abandon it because some asshole wants to hurt me.

I have a family that I need to see." Not to mention, I wanted to make sure Ruth was doing all right.

I was so used to checking in on her daily.

She had to be worried. "I want to go home. Please."

I watched as several emotions flitted across his face.

He was so close to saying yes, but the danger and his sense of duty were keeping him from taking that last step.

A sudden burst of courage had me standing from where I sat next to him, and I found myself straddling his lap.

His eyes widened in shock before lust filled them, matching what I could start feeling inside myself.

My hands moved down his chest, my fingernails dragging down his shirt.

I could feel him hardening underneath me, and felt a surge of power that I could get this reaction from the vampire.

I leaned forward, our lips touched briefly just as his hands gripped my hips, pushing my pussy to grind against his cock through our clothes.

I couldn't stop the moan that slipped through as his tongue slipped out to lick my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth. I could feel the brush of his fangs against the sensitive inner skin and I wanted more.

Why had I done this again?

It didn't seem to matter at this point. My world had narrowed down to this man and his touch.

My hands yanked at his shirt with hungry desperation as we broke apart just long enough for me to fling the fabric over my shoulder. I devoured the sight of him, that alabaster skin stretched over taut muscle, so unlike my own complexion. His nipples were a dusky pink against all that paleness.

I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, my mouth trailing hot, open kisses down the column of his throat, pausing to nip at his collarbone with just enough pressure to make him growl.

The sound vibrated against my lips as I moved lower still, capturing his left nipple between my teeth.

My tongue flicked across the hardened peak, circling it before sucking gently.

Varon let out a sharp hiss that told me everything I needed to know about how much he liked it.

Despite the lethal sharpness of his nails, he controlled his strength perfectly, digging them into my hips firmly enough to bruise but never break my skin.

"Zoey." My name in his mouth was rough, sending electric pulses racing up my spine and pooling between my thighs. "If you keep this up, I am going to flip you on this couch and fuck you like a fucking animal."

My inner muscles clenched at the raw promise in his voice, a rush of heat soaked through my panties.

The rational part of my brain had completely checked out, replaced by something primal and demanding.

Every nerve ending in my body screamed yes as I rocked my hips against his hardness, silently begging for exactly what he'd threatened.

I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face at his words. "Is that a promise?"

Varon's eyes darkened as he gripped my hips tightly, pulling me against him. "You're playing with fire, little one."

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe I want to get burned."

With a growl, Varon flipped us over, his body pressing me into the couch. His hands roamed over my body, pulling at my clothes until I was left in nothing but my underwear. He took a moment to look at me, his eyes roaming over every inch of me.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushed against my cheek.

I felt my cheeks flush hot at his words, the intensity in his eyes making me tremble.

His lips captured mine again before I could respond, more urgent now, his tongue sweeping past my lips, which made my head swim.

A helpless sound escaped me as my fingers dug into the firm muscles of his shoulders, anchoring myself while he rocked against me with deliberate pressure.

"I can't...I need..." I panted between kisses, tugging frantically at the remaining barriers between us. Every nerve ending sparked as I arched up, seeking more contact. The friction was exquisite torture, not nearly enough yet too much all at once.

Varon groaned low in his throat, the sound primal as his hands slid down to cup my backside, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulled me impossibly closer. The strength in his grip sent shivers racing up my spine.

His mouth trailed a path of liquid fire down my neck, each nip and suck leaving behind marks I'd see tomorrow. I didn't care. When his teeth scraped against my collarbone, not quite breaking skin, the sensation shot through me like lightning, making my toes curl and my back arch.

"Oh god," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Please!"

His hands moved with predatory intent, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of my underwear.

The first touch of his cool fingers against my heated flesh made me jerk and whimper.

He stroked with maddening precision, finding exactly where I needed him most. My hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the pleasure that coiled tighter with each circle of his thumb.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking, barely recognizable to my ears. My eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. "I need you. Now."

Varon's eyes locked with mine, dark with hunger but also something deeper that made my chest ache. "I need you too, Zoey," he whispered, the raw honesty in his voice making something in me fracture.

With that, he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them off, tossing them aside. He settled between my legs, his cock pressing against my pussy. I could feel him, hot and hard, and I wanted nothing more than for him to be inside me.

Varon leaned down, his lips brushing against mine as he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

Once he was fully inside me, he paused, his forehead resting against mine. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.

I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm more than okay."

With that, Varon began to move, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that started deliberate and measured. Each motion sent waves of sensation radiating through me. I gasped his name, my fingers finding the smooth skin of his back, feeling the muscles there flex and release with each movement.

"You feel incredible," he breathed against my ear, his voice barely recognizable, husky and desperate. My body responded instinctively, rising to meet him, finding our shared cadence like we'd danced this dance a thousand times before.

I lost myself in the building pressure, the delicious friction where we connected.

The intensity in Varon's eyes as he watched my expressions change with each thrust made me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.

He adjusted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly stars burst behind my eyelids.

"There," I managed, the word more plea than statement. "Right there. Please, Varon, please!"

My thighs began to tremble, my internal muscles clenching around him. Varon must have sensed the change, the mounting tension in my body, because his pace quickened, each movement more determined than the last. His breathing grew ragged, matching mine as we came together.

"Let go for me, Zoey," he commanded, his voice strained with his own restraint. "I want to feel you."

With one final, powerful thrust, the universe shattered around me.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me, radiating outward to the very tips of my fingers and toes.

I cried out his name, my voice breaking as my body convulsed beneath him.

Every muscle tensed, my mind emptying of everything except pure, perfect sensation.

Varon followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he groaned against my skin.

I felt his release, the way his powerful body trembled against mine, his fingers digging into my hip with an intensity that only heightened my own pleasure.

He collapsed onto me, his weight was a delicious anchor as aftershocks continued to ripple through me.

His breath came in hot, ragged pants against my neck, mingling with the fine sheen of sweat on my skin.

We remained entangled, neither of us willing to break the connection as our racing hearts gradually slowed to a synchronized rhythm.

The world beyond our joined bodies slowly came back into focus, the distant sounds of the city, the cool air against our heated skin.

I ran my fingers through his damp hair, savoring the silky texture.

Finally, Varon lifted his head, and what I saw in his eyes made my breath catch.

Vulnerability, wonder, and something deeper pooled in those dark depths as they searched mine.

He lowered his mouth to mine, and this kiss was different.

Tender, kind, his lips brushing against mine with such gentleness that it somehow felt more intimate than what we'd just shared.

As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, his heartbeat steady against my chest, a certainty bloomed within me.

This wasn't just passion or chemistry or the thrill of the forbidden. I was falling for my boss.