Page 27 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding

“I think Elias just became an ally,” she said, reaching up to flick on the low light above their heads.

“What does … What the hell …” Pandora turned to see what he was looking at.

“Oh, that,” she said, eyeing the suit of armor set a foot or so behind her. “Dante hid it in here ages ago. Said he was getting the creeps from it.”

“Yeah, I can see why.” Victor eyed the suit of armor the same way Pandora always eyed the painting of her great-great-grandmother Ambrosia over the mantel. “Anyway, what did you say about Elias?”

“He said he’s accepted that we’re together and happy. So I think he’s kind of … helping out now.”

“Wait. Does he know?”

“No! No. I mean, he’s just … helping with my parents and their coldness. As well as the rest of my family and their … eccentricities.”

“They’re really not that bad,” Victor said as she sighed hard.

“Hey, it’s fine.” His voice had softened as he watched her.

She was all frayed edges. Her hunger was making her bloodlust increase.

She was alarmingly aware of the pounding sound of Victor’s heart, of the whooshing sound as the blood moved through his veins, just begging her to lean in and take a little nip, maybe a sip or two …

No.

No, she had to keep it together.

She was just so hungry.

What was taking Lucy so long?

“You’re trembling,” Victor said, suddenly reaching for her, pulling her flush against his chest and wrapping her up tight.

“Oh, you’re freezing.” His hands started to chafe over her skin, trying to bring some warmth to her.

“Pandy, everything is going to be all right,” he said as she let herself lean into him, letting out a little whimper at the sound of the nickname on his lips.

She knew she should feel guilty for accepting his comfort when she was mostly upset about wanting more from him. And, yes, maybe the fact that she really needed to feed.

But she let him run his hands all over her, meaning to warm her up and succeeding. She felt like a wildfire was raging through her.

Before she could talk herself out of it, her hands were sliding up his chest, the sides of his neck, framing his face and pulling him down toward her.

She saw the confused pinch to his brows, but he let her close the distance, let her lips claim his.

For a moment, she was worried she’d overstepped, that he wasn’t interested.

But then his hand slid up her spine to grab the back of her neck, tilting her a bit as he claimed her lips more fiercely, until she felt it down to her toes.

A low moan escaped her as Victor pressed her back into the wall, his body warming hers, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips, then claiming hers as the desire grew.

She had to ball her fists to keep from grabbing his shirt and peeling it off. But just as she was about to give in to the need, it was Victor’s hands that slid down her back, sinking into her ass and pulling her more firmly against him.

If there was any question of his desire for her, for this, it was erased at the feel of his hard length against her own need.

A long moan escaped her, making a rumbling sound move through Victor. It vibrated into her own chest, bringing with it a little shiver of need.

Pandora couldn’t stop herself from shimmying her hips against him, a move that had his hands digging into her flesh a little harder.

His teeth nipped her lower lip as his fingers started rucking up the fabric of her skirt, drawing it up inch by inch, letting the air kiss her exposed skin.

Once he had the skirt up high enough, he fisted the material at one of her hips with one hand, then allowed his other to tease up the skin at the side of her exposed thigh.

A needy tremble coursed through her as his touch whispered upward, tracing the barely-there edge of her panties across her upper thigh.

Victor’s lips pulled from hers, his heavy-lidded gaze holding hers as his fingers suddenly pressed between her thighs.

Pandora’s head fell back, the moan escaping her as her hips rocked against his touch, begging for more.

That rumbling sound moved through Victor’s chest again, pleased by her reaction, by the desire he felt beneath his fingers.

Pandora’s fingers dug into his shoulders as her hips did another involuntary rock against his touch.

She whimpered. “Victor, please.”

Heat flashed across Victor’s eyes as his fingers pressed in again. Once. Twice.

Frustrated with the barrier, Victor’s hand shifted up, slipping under the waistband of her panties, then sliding beneath.

The feel of his touch against her bare skin had her thighs shaking. In pleasure. In the anticipation of more.

Victor’s finger slid up her cleft, finding her clit and working it in slow, soft circles.

Pandora’s head fell forward, her forehead to his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent, as his finger kept working her, kept driving her up.

She couldn’t seem to stop herself from turning her head in, from nuzzling into the pulse point on his neck, feeling the frantic thud of his own desire as he continued to tease her.

Her fangs felt longer, thicker.

Her tongue flicked out, teasing the spot where she felt his heart beating. And maybe she let her teeth graze his skin, just a scrape of the sharp edges, regardless of how strongly her body was screaming for her to press in, to nip, to taste.

A groan escaped Victor at the sensation.

Then his fingers were slipping down, sliding inside her.

Her lips against his skin muffled the moan that clawed its way out of her as his fingers settled deep, just an unmoving fullness.

On a whimper, her hips moved in a circle, getting the movement her body was begging for and pressing her cleft against his palm, creating a friction that had little sparks of need spreading, catching, burning through her.

Victor sucked in a deep, steadying breath.

Then his fingers were moving inside her as his thumb slipped up to keep working her clit.

Pandora’s fingers dug into his arm as he drove her up, as he worked her achingly slowly, tormenting as well as pleasing, never quite giving her what she needed to get the release that she felt coiled in her core.

“I need to taste you,” he murmured, voice thick.

I know that feeling too well , she thought, before his other meaning sank in.

By then, his fingers were already sliding out of her.

A whimper escaped her, the need for release an acute ache, almost a pain.

But then Victor was lowering down in front of her as he pressed her back against the wall, letting it support her weight as he disappeared under her skirt.

Pandora reached down with frantic, shaky fingers, pulling the skirt up out of the way, not wanting to lose sight of him for a second. Especially when he tilted his head back to look up at her with hunger in his gorgeous green eyes.

His fingers moved up, grabbing the waistband of her panties and drawing them down slowly, seeming to enjoy her longing as her thighs shook, as her hands curled into fists around her skirt, wringing the material.

It fell around her feet and Victor lifted each foot, freeing the material.

Then his lips were pressing into the inside of her knee, blazing a heated path up her thigh.

Pandora’s chest felt tight, her head fuzzy, by the time her leg was draped over his shoulder and his tongue was tracing the crease of her thigh.

So, so close.

His breath was warm on her cool skin, the contrast sending butterflies swooping through her belly.

Then his head finally shifted.

A current shot through her body at the feel of his tongue teasing up her cleft. The shock of pleasure was searing, sizzling, smoldering, making her head fall back as a long, ragged moan escaped her.

Against her, Victor made that rumbling sound again, like he was just as excited by her pleasure as she was, the vibrations of the sound against her creating an entirely new dimension of sensation.

He worked her with the pressure and speed she was craving, driving her up as she struggled to keep her moans down.

His fingers slid back inside of her once again, stroking as he continued to tease her with his tongue.

He drove her right to that edge, then sent her flying over, continuing to lick and stroke as she crashed, as the pleasure overtook her completely.

The aftershocks were still racking her system as Victor’s head shifted, pressing a kiss to her other inner thigh, working his way back down toward her knee.

It was right then that Pandora heard Lucy’s voice calling through the house, her tone becoming a little frantic when she didn’t locate her immediately.

Victor pulled away, exhaling hard as his head ducked so she couldn’t see his face.

“Go,” he said, voice rough, as he reached to rake a hand through his hair.

She really needed a moment to pull herself together too. Or, better yet, to forget all about the party, take Victor upstairs, and finish what they started.

But she couldn’t do that.

So, instead, she moved out of the storage closet.

Without her panties, she realized a moment too late.

But there was nothing she could do about that when Lucy finally spotted her, waving the bottle full of susten-ance at her.

Pandora hoped it would help with her frayed nerves.

Even if, with each passing moment, she suspected her hunger had less to do with needing to feed and a lot more to do with her fiancé himself.