Page 26 of Daring Her Vampires (Embracing The Bond #12)

Chapter Fifteen

Sally

I ’ve wondered what it would feel like to be fed on.

Most people would never imagine it, but I’ve had numerous fantasies over the years.

I’m not shy, and I usually don’t like being told what to do.

I have no problem playing games in bed; occasionally, I’ve let the man lead.

It has to be the right man to get that gift.

Luca and Atlas are the right men.

His fangs sink fast and deep. His hand flexes on my neck, and I lean into it, ready for as rough as he wants.

There is a time for slow and loving. Now is not that time.

I want his possession. He’s been holding back, and I want to break his control.

Even though I am submitting to a certain degree, it doesn’t mean he is in charge.

I have to willingly allow him to guide me.

I love feeding my mates, knowing they crave my blood, and I’m the only one who can sustain them.

It connects us on another level, and although I want to wait to become a vampire, it’s tempting to let him keep drinking.

It’s the ultimate test, trusting him to know when to stop. He was close to breaking the first time, but he showed me he can be trusted to think about my wishes while his demon is more in control than he is.

He pulls away, his head tilted back, my blood dripping down his fangs. As it hits my skin, I groan. I had fantasies, but I never thought it would be such a turn-on. With his eyes closed, he retracts his fangs and licks his lips.

“Shit,” I whisper. So hot. He drops his head, opens his eyes, and I melt from the heat in his gaze.

We stare at each other while he lifts one leg and then the other, settling between my thighs.

He pushes with his knees, opening me further.

He presses his thumb against my chin, and I look under my lashes as he licks the stray drops of blood off my chest.

“Delicious,” he says deeply, lifting his head. “Wrap those sexy ass legs around my waist.” I want his cock, so I do what he says. Steel presses against me, and I inhale sharply. “So warm.” He looks between us, and I try not to wiggle. “You're being so good.” He lifts his head.

“Do you want me to be bad?” I ask, and he drops his body. My nipples harden when his cool chest connects to mine.

“Bad in all the right ways,” he says and licks my lips. “Are you wet for me?”

“Can’t you tell?” I lick the tip of his finger.

“You want me to lose all control,” he guesses, moving his finger down my chin, between my breasts, and around my side.

“Control is overrated,” I smirk, and he tilts my hips and surges inside me. “Fuck,” I groan. For a second, I feel the bite of pain. I roll my hips, and my walls relax.

“Hold still,” he growls, his hand on my hip, squeezing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I appreciate it, but I want you to move.” The ache is starting to build, and I’ve never felt so full.

The word please is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back.

It’s not about the game. Luca hides his emotions behind a wall of indifference, and I need him to give them to me.

I trust him, but I’m not sure he trusts me.

“You feel so good, Luca,” I rasp, and his eyes widen slightly.

“You were meant to be inside me.” He pulls out and then thrusts hard.

“You barely fit.” There is still a bit of pain, but it’s good pain.

I am not ashamed of sharing how I feel during sex, and I think he likes it.

“Squeeze me, Tricks,” he growls and begins to move. Steady. Hard. Fast. He slides his hand from my hip to my breast, lifting his chest slightly, and I harden more.

“Fuck, Luca,” I moan, meeting him with every glide of his hips.

He wears his suits, always looking sharp, but I love seeing his skin.

He makes me feel protected, curled over me, his head bowed, watching my body as he takes it.

My rabbit spreads out, relishing finally being close to our mate.

She doesn’t understand why I’m holding back. She’s greedy. She wants it all now.

“You like how I fuck you?” he asks, biting my nipple.

“Oh, yeah.” I want to touch him. My hands are still above my head, and I should get a medal for listening. “Luca, can I touch you?” His skin is covered in tattoos, and I want to trace them. I love seeing his tattooed hands on my body.

“Yes, touch me.”

I almost squeal in excitement, but it turns into a whimper as the orgasm starts to build.

Cupping the back of his head, I trail my hands over his hair, down his neck, and glide over his shoulders.

Silk over steel. I have the urge to bite him, but it’s my animal who is pushing.

My body is on fire, the heat gathering inside, more powerful than before.

His touch and possession ease the pain of denying it.

I will never get enough of him. Of Atlas.

“I can’t hold back,” I cry.

“Don’t ever hold back,” he grits out, speeding up the thrust of his hips. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. I want you to come.” He sucks my nipple, pushing my breast closer to his mouth. A roll of pleasure vibrates through my body.

“Yes, Luca,” I pant. He removes his hand from my breast, fisting it in my hair, tipping my head back, and kisses me. His needs fuel mine, and my orgasm rolls over me. I pull away, and my cries fill the room.

“Damn, Tricks,” he roars, and I watch his eyes brighten. His demon stares at me as he fills me with his come. Tingles begin where we are connected, radiating outward, and I can’t hold my legs up anymore. He slows, gliding in and out slowly.

“I have no control over my body.” I smile slightly, my arms dropping to the bed.

“That’s a good sign,” he says, his eyes crinkling. He suddenly rolls, and I spread over him.

“I like this,” I sigh, cuddling closer.

“Good. I don’t want to leave you.” He palms my ass with one hand, and the back of my head with the other.

“You can stay inside me forever,” I say.

“Forever?” he asks, and I tense slightly.

“Did that scare you?”

Luca always seems on the edge, unsure of his place.

“No, Tricks. I wouldn’t get anything done if you gave me that option.”

“Too bad. I said it. I won’t take it back.” I relax and kiss his chest before settling. He drags his hand from my hair down to my back. I shiver as he caresses my skin with the tips of his fingers back and forth.

“Don’t hold back your words,” he says sternly. “If something upsets me, I will tell you. I want you to do the same.”

“Not all men like my honesty.” I can think of tons who haven’t.

“I’m not like them. I love your honesty and your eagerness for my touch.”

“I’ve had a few experiences that weren’t good,” I mention lightly. It’s never good to talk about other men while your vampire mate is still inside you.

“How?” he asks.

“You don’t want to hear that.”

“Am I inside you?”

“Uh…yeah.”

“Is anyone besides me or Atlas ever going to be inside you again?” he growls.

“No,” I say quickly. Even without the bond, I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else again.

“I know you had a life before us. I don’t want to picture it, but if there is something we need to be careful of, you need to tell us. I don’t want to trip a bad memory.” He drums his fingers on my ass. “Tell me.”

“I don’t temper my words while being intimate.

Years ago, I was dating a human. He was nice and seemed to enjoy my humor.

I was being cautious and hadn’t slept with him yet.

At the time, I didn’t know why. As I look back, there were signs that should have given me pause.

We always went to restaurants out of town, and he never showed me his house or introduced me to his friends.

I made him dinner at my place so he knew where I lived.

We kissed and did other stuff, but never had sex.

“The conversation was always about my life, and I knew very little about him. I was struck by his pretty face and gentlemanly manners. Then, I thought it was nice that he seemed to listen to me. He started coming to my place all the time, and we never went out anymore. Our attraction grew, and we finally had sex.” I close my eyes, feeling the humiliation.

“I made noises, and I expressed my pleasure.” I open my eyes.

“He didn’t like it. He covered my mouth and told me to be quiet. ”

“Asshole,” Luca grumbles. I fold my hands on his chest and prop my chin on them.

“Yes. I remember smelling his scent on his hand while he left it over my lips as he finished. I was stronger than he was, so I could have flipped him off the bed. It was a low point in my life because I remember thinking, Why am I letting him do this? I didn’t move, allowing him to use me even though I didn’t like it.

He rolled away and apologized for snapping at me.

He explained that he didn’t like talking during sex, and I should never do it.

I should have dropped his ass at that moment. ” I snort.

“But you didn’t,” Luca says.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t. For another month, I suppressed myself and made excuses for him.

I suffered through more of his treatment in the bedroom, but I began to wake up from whatever spell he had over me.

One night, he was supposed to meet me for a meal.

I waited at the restaurant for thirty minutes before I called him.

A woman answered his phone, and when I announced I must have the wrong number, she informed me that she was his wife.

” I shake my head. “I suppressed everything I was for a man.

I wanted to please him. Saying something would have made him mad.

Making him happy was more important than what I needed.