Page 27 of Kentucky Nights (Dead Man’s Ranch #1)

He trembles beneath my touch.

“Kentucky?” I drift my fingers down his back. “Are you mad?” I can’t tell by his reaction. He hasn’t said a word.

His growls fill my ear. Every breath that escapes him sounds like it’s coming from a wild animal waiting to tear apart their prey. I can’t decide if that is good or bad, considering our situation right now.

“Kentucky?”

He licks the side of my neck, his fangs sharp as they skim across the vein. I submit to him in return, wanting him to feed, wanting to feel what it is like to be properly bitten by a vampire.

Goosebumps arise on my skin from the back and forth of the sharp points threatening to break the barrier shielding my vein. Still, I’m not afraid. I trust him.

He thrusts my legs apart, settling between them without saying a word. Kentucky continues to bury his face in my neck, sucking a chunk of flesh into his mouth.

My hip becomes the leverage he needs to hold on to. His claws threaten to puncture my skin as they sink into my flesh. The slight pain causes me to arch my back. I want more of his wild abandon. I want more of him losing control.

He finally speaks when the head of his cock slips into my entrance. “Dru.” My name is a shaken attempt from him to speak. “So fucking wet for me,” he praises, sliding a hand down my thigh.

He lifts from me, his eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “You are all mine, Beloved.” He pushes forward, stealing my ability to string a thought together.

I clutch the bedsheets in my fists, arching my back as I work through the small amount of pain. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he inhales, then his tongue licks one fang before he lazily drops his gaze to where we are locked together.

“I love it when you bleed for me.”

He slides out, only to slam back in, unforgiving and relentless, as if he has been waiting to take me.

“You waited all this time to give yourself to a vampire?” He wraps a hand around my throat, his fangs nipping at my chin. “Why is that, Darlin’?”

“I—I—” My answer turns into a moan.

“What is that?” He squeezes my throat a bit harder. I can still breathe, but I crave the pressure from his grip on either side of my neck. “I couldn’t hear you with my cock nine inches deep.”

“—I don’t know,” I call out, clawing at his shoulder as hard as I can. It doesn’t matter if I make him bleed.

He will heal.

“Yes, you do.” He flicks his tongue across my chin, outlining my mouth before he dives between my lips, kissing me with harsh bursts. “Tell me.” He thrusts faster, our skin slapping together as he picks up speed.

“Kentucky,” I moan, unable to keep up with his demands as he pounds into me.

My throat becomes a podium for his hands.

“I said to tell me, Dru. Or I won’t let you come. I’ll use you. I’ll fill this pretty cunt up with all my come, leaving you needy and throbbing.”

“You wouldn’t!” I cry as his pace increases again, burying himself as deep as he can inside me.

Two fingers slip into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, which causes me to gag.

“I have lived for a very long time. If you think I can’t use you, you are mistaken. Now, tell me before I get my lasso out, bind your wrists and ankles to the bed, and let you lie here day in and day out while I use you over and over again.”

I groan, loving the idea of that.

He brings his lips to my ear, and a dark chuckle has me holding my breath. “Tsk, tsk, Darlin’. You aren’t supposed to love that idea, but I smell how much you do.” He lifts my leg to his shoulder, somehow allowing him to sink further inside me.

His fangs tease down my neck and up again.

“Maybe that’s an idea we can try later.” Kentucky nibbles my earlobe, the slight sting of the dangerous points makes me wetter.

“Mmmmm,” he growls, licking the side of my throat again.

“You have no idea how badly I want to drink from you, Darlin’.

” His fingers trace what I assume is my vein.

The rough pads of his fingertips spark lustful chaos in my blood.

“I bet you’d taste so good. I’ve imagined what you could taste like.

I bet you’d be warm with a hint of cinnamon and smoke—the best kind of whiskey a man like me could ever crave.

” He flattens his tongue again, licking a path from my collarbone to my jaw. “I know you would always sate my need.”

“Always. Whenever you need me.” I kiss his shoulder, neck, and jaw before I take his lips, needing to feel more of him. One hand drifts down the strong plains of his back, gripping a firm cheek in my hand. The muscle flexes with every hard thrust he gives me.

With a snarl, he flips me over, placing his hand between my shoulder blades to keep me pinned against the bed.

He fists my hair, craning my head back. I’m not sure what it is about this position, but he hits a spot that feels too good.

I can’t stay quiet. I cry out with every drive of his cock to the hilt, giving me every inch.

“I love how much I stretch you. I wish you could see what I do, my fat cock stretching this virgin cunt. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow, and I’m going to love every single second of your discomfort.” He slaps my ass with his palm, a warm sting blooming across my cheek.

He slaps me again.

And again.

Until the stings morph to pleasure, my orgasm bursts through my body.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re gripping me, Darlin’, and making an absolute mess. So fucking perfect.” He leaves me empty, falling to his stomach, clutches my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and yanks me to his mouth.

His tongue is there again. The soft glide warm and wet, against my abused entrance. He moans in delight, delving his tongue as far as possible, gathering a mixture of my orgasm and blood. He drinks it down as if he is a man dying of thirst.

Kentucky pinches my clit, rolling it with the perfect amount of pressure to ignite yet another orgasm. My thighs shake from too much pleasure, yet I still feel like I haven’t gotten enough.

My body is on fire for more. Not just more sex. I want him to bite me. I need him to bite me. My soul is calling for him to give me everything he can.

He mouths my neck again, placing a kiss before flipping us into a new position.

This time I’m on top.

I stare down into red, fiery eyes and sharp fangs. His hands are on my hips, the black claws sinking into my flesh so hard, beads of blood roll down my leg. Kentucky swipes the blood free, rubbing it onto his fangs.

“What’s wrong, Darlin’? I scent your unease.”

“I…I don’t know what to do.” My cheeks become hot with the admission.

“Let me guide you, Beloved.” He applies more pressure, moving forward and back. I gasp, my clit rubbing against him while his cock sinks into me. “You belong up there, Dru. You look so fucking beautiful. A fucking goddess. I could praise you every day, and it wouldn’t be enough.”

The way he talks to me gives me the confidence to move against him, to use him, to bring myself to another orgasm. I gain speed, fucking him harder with every rock of my hips.

“Kentucky.” I lick my lips, panting as I ride him, chasing the orgasm that is lingering so close. “You’re so big. Oh, god, you feel so good.” I pinch my nipples, giving them a rough tug.

“You never told me,” he snarls, wrapping his arms around me.

He sits up, kissing the middle of my chest. “Why wait all this time for me?”

“No one else ever made sense.”

“And I do?”

I push his hair out of his handsome face, locking onto his crimson gaze. “Nothing has ever made more sense than you.”

His fangs gleam against the sunlight pouring through the windows. The rays warm my shoulders, but that’s not what is causing me to sweat. It’s the man beneath me.

“You are stunning on top of me. Don’t fucking stop, Dru,” he seethes through clenched fangs. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m going to come. I can’t wait. I can’t…” I breathe in, doing my best to hold in my orgasm. “I…”

“That’s okay, Darlin’. Come all over my cock. Show me how good you feel because of me.”

I toss my head back, crying out to the afternoon sky peering down on me, clenching around him again.

He moves so fast, he becomes a distortion, pinning me on my back. My head hangs over the bed, and he moves in a blur, fucking me so hard and fast that I can’t see him, another orgasm shaking the bones in my body from how many times he has pleasured me.

A monstrous roar vibrates through the room as he fills me, his orgasm long, filling me so much, his come begins to drip from me.

Only this time, his growls are deeper, uncontrollable, and carnal. He scurries away from me, falls off the bed, and catches himself on the glass wall. His shoulders rise and fall in harsh motions, his fangs shadows against the light.

“Kentucky?” I crawl across the bed to get to him. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t!” he yells at me, his voice not his own, but riddled with the part of him who is a monster. “Don’t come any closer.”

“Is it something I did?” I gather the blankets, covering myself. “Was…I that bad?”

He cuts his pain-ridden eyes on me. “What? No. You’re fucking amazing. The best fucking feeling I’ve ever had in my entire life. I”—he rolls his head over his shoulders, and those claws rake down the window, leaving five long grooves—“I want to bite you so bad. It hurts. It physically pains me.”

“Kentucky, if you need to feed, take it.” I hold out my wrist for him. “It’s here. I’m right here.”

“No, it’s more than that, Dru. It’s so much more. I can’t. Not yet.” He falls to his knees, a long string of saliva dripping from his mouth onto the floor. “My god, I can smell your blood pumping in your veins. I can hear it.”

He doubles over, and I’m off the bed to help him, but he holds out his arm to stop me again. “Don’t,” he warns, desperation shining in his rubies.

His sights lock onto the space between my legs, a rush of come mixed with blood drips down my leg, and he snarls, launching himself at me.