Page 39 of Daring Her Vampires

“I’ll make it better,” I promise, and she turns to me.

“How?” she asks, lifting a brow.

“I can make you come.”

Her scent fills the car.

“I’m listening.” She tilts her head.

“I can use my fingers,” I whisper. “Or my mouth.” I motion to the armrest between the seats. “I can lay you between the seats. Luca will have to concentrate on the road. Your sweet moans that close to him will drive him to distraction.” I drop my arm to her thigh. “Interested?”

She taps her lips. “It sounds promising.”

“Luca will drive around until you come. Depending on how fast I can make you.”

Her eyes flare.

“I won’t beg,” she says, lifting her chin.

“Of course not.” I wait. She wants me to beg.

“I accept the proposition,” she announces.

“I appreciate the sacrifice.” I nod solemnly.

She slides across the seat, watching me. I grab her hips as I meet her in the middle. She straddles me, and I brace one of my arms high on her back. Lying her down so her head is in between the seats, I slowly remove my hand.

“Ready, Little Bunny?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her steady, and use my other hand to unbutton her pants. Her breath hitches as I lower the zipper. I’m grateful she’s little. I can move her with one arm, and the car isn’t that big. Sliding my hand inside the side of her jeans, I push down until her hip is bare. I do the same to the other side, and keep working the fabric down until it is around her thighs. Lifting her left leg, she holds it steady while I slide one side of her pants down. I stare at her pussy, licking my lips.

“Fuck,” Luca mutters, and I look up. Sally’s hand disappeared around him. “Do you want me to wreck, woman?”

“Keep your eyes on the road, brother.” Her arm moves, and he groans. Our mate is good at distraction. I pull up with my arms, and she gasps. I suck on her clit once and then blow on her wet flesh. “Beautiful.”

“Atlas,” she groans.

“Are you begging?”

“Fuck no.”

“It kind of sounded like it.”

She growls and I enjoy the shit out of it.

“I could stay in this position all night and not beg,” she says, touching her tongue to the corner of her mouth. “Luca feels like silk over steel.”

“Tricks,” Luca hisses.

“You're very wet,” I say, rubbing my knuckle over her. “I don’t think you can last much longer.” We stare at each other, waiting to see who breaks first. I have a feeling our mate would wait all night. Her taste is delicious, and I want more. Some things are more important than winning a bet, and I did promise to make her come.

I dip my head, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and lick. Her eyelids flutter, but she holds on. My stubborn mate. She may bring me to my knees, and I’ll be grateful to be there. I break our stare and dive in, sucking on her clit, and her hips jerk.

“Damn,” she moans.

Gliding my hand up the inside of her thigh, I don’t stop until I thrust a finger inside her. She tries to hold still, but fails. Her head drops back, and her body tenses. I add another finger and stretch her.