Page 31 of Kentucky Nights (Dead Man’s Ranch #1)

The thought of that has my hand wrapping around my cock, stroking the length within my tight fist.

“Are you sore from yesterday?” I give her clit a kiss, circling the nerves with my tongue, then sucking the sweet cherry into my mouth.

Her passionate cries echo within the shower stall, her breath causing the clouds of steam to surround her. “Yes,” she shouts. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Dru stretches one arm above her, shuts her eyes, and her thighs tremble around my neck.

Continuing the sweet assault on her clit, I sink two fingers inside, fucking her hard and fast, wishing it was my cock instead.

“Kentucky!” She tries to climb up the wall as her orgasm slams against her.

Heat pulses through my cock as I smother my face between her thighs, worshipping her altar as her holy water drips down my throat to quench my thirst. She feeds the starvation that has been gnawing at my soul. The softness of her skin beneath these calloused hands should be a sin.

“Come for me again, Darlin’. Don’t let me go hungry,” I growl, giving her clit another hard tug as I roll the bead between my fangs.

Her entire body shakes, preparing for another wave of pleasure.

Fuck, I’m so close to coming just from her taste, just from her pleasure. Knowing it’s me who is having her become a fucking mess has me tightening my fist around my cock to the point of pain to stop the impending orgasm.

“Fuck—Oh, god! Kentucky!” She screams my name, curling over me as she loses her strength. Her nails rake up my back, using me to let her pleasure out.

When she’s done, I ease her legs from my shoulders and stand. She’s shaking within my embrace, her knees shake from how unsteady they are.

“I have…” She points to my mouth, rolling her lips together to keep from laughing. “You have a little bit of me all over your face.”

“Good,” I snarl, flicking my tongue to get the blood from the corners. “You’re about to have me all over yours too.” Grabbing her shoulders, I force her to her knees, grab her hair within my fist. “Be a good girl and suck my cock.”

The water from the shower shines against her lips.

I groan out loud for her to hear when her hand wraps around the base of my cock.

I want to show her how good she makes me feel.

I don’t care that she is new to this. I fucking love that no other has ever had her.

I love her uncertainty because of how sweet it is, how gentle she is, and how badly she wants to help me feel good.

What she doesn’t understand is, it is her existence that makes me feel on top of the world. Not this.

Don’t get me wrong, there isn’t a prettier sight than my fated mate on her knees and her mouth an inch away from my cock.

“Hey, no pressure, Darlin’. You don’t have to do a damn thing you don’t want to do, okay?”

“I do want to. I do. I’m nervous. I don’t think you’ll fit in my mouth.”

“Mmm,” I hum with delight. “That’s just fine. I know another place that takes every inch perfectly.” I tilt my head, allowing my eyes to morph to red before her eyes. “And I love that fucking place.”

The sound of her heart skipping a beat has my cock jerking in her hand.

“You’ll tell me if it doesn’t feel good?”

“Anything you do will feel good, Dru. It’s you. You could read me the damn phone book, and I’d come.”

The freckles on her cheeks become a deeper shade of brown as her face heats.

“It’s okay. I’ll guide you if you need it.” I brush my knuckles down her face, marveling once again at her beauty. She’s a goddess. My goddess.

Her fingers and thumb don’t touch. I don’t know if her hand is small or my dick is big, but she’s making me feel on top of the world right now.

She takes her time, and I don’t mind at all. I want this moment to last for as long as she wants it to.

Dru squeezes her hand tighter in an experiment, giving me a tight stroke that makes me gasp.

“Does that feel okay?” she asks, shy and bashful.

“Feeling fucking amazing,” I tell her, loving the glow confidence brings to her face.

She kisses the head of my cock, her big hazel eyes peering up at me to seek approval.

I flash my fangs, wanting her to see how on edge I really am.

Wrapping her plump mouth around me, she sucks in the crown. Her teeth scrape against the flesh, and I punch the wall, shattering the wooden panel.

She slides me from her mouth. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”

“No. I love it. I love the slight pain. Do it again,” I growl the demand.

She smirks, tracing the crown with her tongue, slow and easy for her first time. I tilt my head back, loving how she is experimenting, taking it slow, and wanting to please me.

“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well, Darlin’. You feel so damn good. I could stand here forever watching you on your knees, my cock in your mouth with your hand around me.”

Praising her adds to her confidence. Her tongue traces around the crown again, dipping into the slit to gather the precome. Sucking me down a few more inches, her tongue continues to massage my shaft while she hollows her cheeks.

I toss my head back, moaning her name, “Dru. Just like that, don’t stop.

” Fisting her hair harder, I flex my hips, needing to slip down her throat a little more.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good. This mouth is dangerous. If you think for one minute I’m wasting my come down your throat, you’re wrong.

You’re going to sit on my cock and take every fucking drop.

” I wrap a hand around her throat, loving the movement I feel in every finger from her head bobbing to take me deeper.

She hums around me, the vibrations sinking into my cock, and I shout my approval. She does it again, and again, bringing me closer to the edge. One hand begins to stroke in tandem with her warm, wet mouth, pulling me deep into her throat.

Dru lightly bites down on my shaft, and I rip her off me by yanking her back by her hair. Picking her up, I spin her around, press her against the wall, and sink as far as I can inside her.

She moans from the intrusion.

“Does that hurt? Because you’re so sore?” I grip her thighs, my claws dragging across her skin.

“So sore,” she replies, hanging her head as the water rushes down her back.

I slide out and then slam back in. “Good,” I growl into her ear. “You’ll always know I was there. That this pussy is all mine. That no other will make you ache the way I do. Isn’t that right?” I kiss the side of her neck, wishing I could take a quick drag from her vein.

So tempting.

“Yes. Yes! That’s right. Always.” She turns her head, pressing her cheek against the wall, gasping as I take my fill.

I use her tight cunt to grip me, her warmth sending me over the edge. I roar her name, biting into my arm again to stop myself from binding our fates.

“Dru,” I gasp her name on an unholy exhale, my cock jerking as every rope of come escapes me.

“Oh, god!” she cries, squirting all over my length while her spasms pull my come to her womb.

I knew her orgasm would be intense.

I stay lodged inside her, kissing her shoulder, wishing that she’d be bred with my child by the end of the day.

If only I could have kids. I know I can’t. I’ll have to talk to her about that. If she wants children, we can always adopt. I want to be a father more than I can put into words.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her. To beg her not to go home. To stay with me here on the ranch. I want to tell her that I’d give her everything in this world. She’ll never have to ask, need, or want for anything. If she never wants to work, that’s more than fine by me.

A woman of her caliber deserves warm baths every morning and night, massages, gifts, attention, and love. I want her to have all that.

And I want to be the one to give it to her.

Easing out of her makes us both gasp. I hate and love watching as I drip out of her. Blood and come washes down the drain, leaving no evidence of our time together.

I spin her around, slamming my lips down on hers, readying myself for round two. That’s one positive about being a vampire. My endurance never ends, but my sweet mate is human, and she’s sore. She needs time to recover.

“Let me take care of you.” I maneuver her in front of me, tilt her head back so the water is soaking her hair, and steal another kiss. “I can’t get enough of you, Dru.”

“I can’t get enough of you either,” she mumbles, relaxed and sated.

She reaches for the shampoo Lorcan got her, and I reach for her hand, stopping her. I’m agitated that Lorcan got her everything she needed. That was my job. I failed her.

“I want to wash your hair.”

“No one has ever washed my hair before.”

I grin, continuing to separate her hair to get every strand wet. Dru’s hair is so thick and curly. I’m obsessed.

“Lucky me for getting another first.” I bend down, kissing her left shoulder, then her right. “The only man who is ever going to wash you, bathe you, and take care of you is me.”

She turns her chin to her shoulder, a genuine smile twisting her plump lips that are as soft as suede.

They are an addiction I will never break.

Her kiss is hypnotic, a spell so strong that all I think about night and day is feeling her against me. I can’t believe I’ve lived long enough to have someone destined for me for all eternity. I still can’t seem to wrap my head around it.

“I think I really like the sound of that, Kentucky.”

A purr of pure happiness fills my chest. I’ve never been this content in all my years. Feeling like this is so new to me that I’m not sure how to fully believe it. She’s almost like a dream, too good to be true, and could be gone in the blink of an eye.

“It would be a little easier if you parted my hair into sections. Since my hair is so thick, it will be easier to get the sections wet.”

“Tell me everything. I want to learn how to do your hair, so you don’t have to. Anything you need for it, it’s yours.”

“I wouldn’t mind a silk bonnet. It helps protect my hair.”

“Consider it done, Darlin’. I’ll buy you all the bonnets.”

She giggles, a beautiful sound I want to record so I can have it on replay. “I only need one or two.”

“You deserve as many as you want. One or two,” I scoff, sectioning her hair like she told me to. “I’m assuming they have fun patterns? You should have your choice of selections.”

“You’re going to make me fall in love with you if you keep that up.”

Warmth blooms through my body, my heart skipping a beat, and I hold my breath when I realize what it is.

Hope.

Because I do love her already. Loving her happened the moment I smelled her blood. Loving her happened when I killed those shifters to save her. Loving her happened when I finally had her in my arms, close to my chest, and my tears falling into her wound.

“Maybe you falling in love with me is exactly what I want and need.” After sectioning her hair and wetting it, I reach for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount in my palm.

Taking care of her is my life’s mission now.

Nothing else matters.