Page 10 of Taming His Vampire Mate

He took a step closer. And then another, his eyes never leaving mine. The expression on his face—soft, open, almost awestruck—matched how I felt exactly.

I found myself stepping closer too, moving almost like I was in a dream.

When we reached each other in the center of the clearing, the man cupped my face with a rough hand that sent shivers through me. Up close, I saw that his eyes were filled to the brim, like a whole universe inside him might explode at any moment.

He smelled of grass after the rain and faintly of church incense, an intensely natural scent mixed with something deeper, more exotic. As a child, my brother and I used to chase each other in the fields behind the church at the edge of our village. He smelled just like that—like the grasses of the French countryside from eight hundred years ago. His scent stirred both safety and longing in me.

And, without realizing I was going to, I kissed him.

His lips were somehow both soft and rough. He let out a low groan, then slipped those big arms around me, crushing my body to his. He was so warm. And powerful. He took control of the kiss at once, dominating my mouth with his in a way that had my cock hardening immediately.

He pulled back long enough to help me out of my velvet suit jacket. I threw it to the ground. The sheer need that gripped me was unlike anything I’d experienced since the first days of becoming a vampire. Except I didn’t need this stranger’s blood.

I fumbled with my shirt, but he seized it and ripped it open, sending buttons flying. Designer or not, I didn’t care. I wanted his hands on me. A chill slid over my bare skin, drawing a shiver.

His gaze darkened with hunger at the sight of my torso. Then his voice dropped to a growl: “Take the rest off.”

I obeyed, undoing my belt. Moving quickly, I popped the top button and slid down the zipper. My slacks pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of them.

His eyes raked over me, his cock thick and hard. Gruffly, he said, “I’m going to make love to you.”

I nodded, practically shaking with anticipation.

“I need you to say you want it,” he said.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you inside me.”

He caught me around the waist and pulled me close. His body was deliciously masculine and hard. I let out a noise of need as his hand, warm and a little rough, palmed my ass.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

And then, before I could reply, he kissed me again. His mouth dominated mine. Ordinarily, with most mortal men, I would have enjoyed a bit of power play—using a fraction of my strength to remind him who was boss. With him, the thought didn’t even cross my mind. Instead, I pulled away and settled onto the ground, not caring that pine needles bit into my back.

The man dropped to his knees and slid his hands behind my legs, rolling my hips back to expose my hole. He hummed in approval before dipping his head out of view.

His hot tongue on my entrance drew a strangled noise from my lips. He swirled it, then gently speared in a way that made my toes curl. My cock was hard and aching, my fingers clawing intothe earth while he worked me open, loosening me so I could take him.

“Good boy,” he said softly. “You’re being so good for me.”

It wasn’t talk that would usually have gotten me going, but I nodded wildly. I wanted to be his good boy, so long as he fucked me senseless.

“Please,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

That galvanized him. He spit on his cock, slicking it. He settled my ankles on his shoulders.

Then, without another word, he lined himself up and slid into me.

I let out a gasp.

The first few seconds were painful—neither of us was lubed properly—but my body relaxed for him easily.

He paused, giving me a chance to adjust. Then he thrust, his eyes locked steadily on mine.

And the pain turned to pleasure.

He stopped again. “You okay?”

I nodded.