Page 9 of The Vampire Kingpin (The Vampire Syndicate #7)

I sucked her clit, pumping my finger and out. “I’ve got you, baby. But tell me I can drink. Tell me you want it. I promise I’ll make it good.”

I nibbled her clit, and she nearly levitated off the mattress. Then, chest working, she nodded her head.

“Out loud,” I prompted. “I need your words.”

“I want it, okay?” Her teeth sank into her plump lower lip. “I want to feel your teeth. I want…everything.”

My belly tightened. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this eager to fuck a woman. I was literally humping the bed.

I licked her thigh, drawing in her delicious, fuckable scent. I had two fingers in her now. She was clenched tight around me.

“More?” I pumped my digits in and out.

“Yes, please.” She turned it into a chant. “Please, please, please…”

I extended my fangs and plunged them into her thigh. Her flavor exploded into my mouth.

The aphrodisiac from my saliva entered her bloodstream at the same time and she wailed, high and unintelligible. Her cunt clamped around me, over and over, as she came on my fingers.

My mind blurred with a dark pleasure. But I didn’t drink—not yet. This time was about her. I’d promised it would be good, and like I’d told her, I kept my promises.

I licked the tiny wounds, sealing them, and as she went limp with the aftermath, I crawled on top of her. “Turn over.”

She drew in a jagged breath, then came onto her hands and knees looking like something out of a dirty movie, all smooth curves and sheer black stockings.

My hand landed hard on her bottom. “That’s for stealing from me.”

“I’m sorry,” she gasped out.

“Too bad.” I spanked her again. “You’re still in trouble.”

She pushed her ass up to me, wordlessly asking for more. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, dropping her head so her forehead was on the sheet. “I won’t do it again.”

“Let’s make sure.” I gave her several more slaps while she squirmed on the mattress, babbling an apology. When her behind was nice and warm, I slid my fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit. She was wet from the punishment and her orgasm.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you,” I said against her ear. “Keep that ass up for me.”

I waited for her nod, then grabbed a condom from the nightstand. As supernaturals we didn’t have to worry about STDs, and it was rare to knock up a woman who wasn’t your mate. Even so, I was always careful to wrap up.

Returning to the bed, I positioned myself behind Lark. Taking her by the hips, I dropped a kiss between her shoulders, then pressed into her, a slow, sweet glide that made my jaw clench with sheer pleasure.

She squirmed to get even closer to me, and I forgot about being slow, thrusting into her hard. Her hand crept between her legs.

“Dirty girl,” I said against her nape. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”

Her soft-skinned ass writhed against my groin. “Harder.”

I liked her begging. I slowed my strokes again. “Say please.”

When she just shook her head, I bit her shoulder, and she arched her back, a raw cry escaping her lips.

“What do you say?” I prompted.

“Please. Please .”

“Please what?”

“Please…fuck me,” she said, interspersed with gasps as I pushed forcefully into her. “I like it…hard.”

“You got it, baby.” I raised up and smacked her ass.

Her breath sobbed out.

I took a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so her throat was exposed. She tensed, panting. I knew she was nervous but at the same time, her pussy clenched on me.

I stilled, quivering like a damn racehorse, as, very slowly, she angled her neck, giving me better access. Blood hunger darkened my vision at her wordless submission.

I zeroed in on the turn of her shoulder. Her external jugular should be just…about…there. The primal part of me took over, shocking in its intensity. My mouth opened, my fangs fully extended. I reared back, preparing to strike at her neck like a fucking rattlesnake.

She whimpered, the sound penetrating my fevered brain enough to rein me in. I struck, but in slow motion.

She cried out, her back bowing and pressing her ass into my lap. My mouth filled with her rich, salty taste. I swallowed and thrust into her roughly, steeped in her flavor and scent.

She shuddered, her sex clamping around me. She was coming already. I pumped into her, keeping up that rough, hard rhythm until her contractions stilled and her head lolled forward.

My rational part nudged me. Take any more, and I might harm her, especially after that gash she’d gotten on her hand yesterday. I reluctantly withdrew my fangs and licked the small punctures until they closed up, then flipped her onto her back.

I came back between her bent legs and threaded my fingers through hers, pressing her hands on either side of her head and putting my tip at her entrance. She looked up at me, flushed and beautiful, her eyes clouded, her inky hair spread over the sheets.

As I pressed into her, I groaned. “Gods, you feel good.”

A smile curled her kiss-swollen lips. “Told you.”

And damn if I didn’t like that she could still tease me. My usual thralls would’ve been promising me anything by now, but not Lark. She was both submitting to me and pushing back. Making me so horny I wanted to spank her ass again for being so…perfect.

I wasn’t in complete control, and that scared me.

Normally, I could keep going for hours, feeding and fucking. But my body was demanding release. I thrust inside Lark, deep and hard, then stilled. Attempting to regain my self-discipline.

“More.” She arched her back, her stiff nipples brushing my chest. “Make me come again.”

I curved above her so I could give each of her rosy tits a hard suck. “This time, I’m coming, too.”

She gave a throaty moan and reached up to kiss me. “Yes,” she said against my lips.

My already frayed control tore with an almost audible rip.

I started pounding into her, riding her so hard, she moved up the bed, her head coming dangerously close to the metal headboard.

I released her hands. “Grab the rails.”

She quickly obeyed, holding herself steady to meet my demanding thrusts, hips lifted and knees wide open to take me.

With each stroke, I rotated my hips so that the base of my dick rubbed her clit. Somewhere far back in my mind, I wondered what in Hades had come over me.

She’s just a thrall.

But her pleasure had become as important as my own. I wanted, no needed , to give her an earth-shattering climax, to see her eyes go blind with ecstasy.

In the end, it was me who went blind.

She released the rails to dig her nails into my ass. “More,” she sobbed out. “Please… Harder .”

I willingly gave her what she was begging for. Her inner walls contracted, milking me tightly. I caught a final glimpse of her face, contorted with pleasure/pain, then my vision hazed and all I could do was feel her and smell her.

I snarled and slammed into her again and again until a climax exploded through my system like a heat-seeking missile. Beneath me, Lark cried out—high, sexy sounds that mixed with my own agonized groan.

When I came back to myself, I was hanging over her, my teeth open on her shoulder. Not hurting her or feeding from her.

Just…holding her. Claiming her.

I recoiled, guilt constricting my chest. I’d left tiny red marks on her smooth skin, marking her in a way I hadn’t done since Amina.

Quickly, I withdrew from her body and rolled onto my back.

She released a shaky exhale. “Holy shit.”

I mentally agreed. That had been intense. So good, it felt like a slap to Amina’s memory. My almost-mate. The woman I’d intended to claim before that rat-faced punk had staked her to get back at me.

Velma had said Amina wouldn’t want me to feel guilty.

I wasn’t so sure. Amina had loved me as hard as I’d loved her. If she’d found me in bed with another woman, she would’ve carved off my stones with a dull knife.

But Amina had been in her final grave for twenty-one years now. She wouldn’t have liked it, but she would’ve accepted it, just as I would’ve understood if the situation had been reversed.

Having sex with Lark wasn’t the problem here. It wasn’t even wrong to enjoy it.

What bothered me was that for the first time in two decades, my brain had been wiped of any thought of Amina, a woman I’d vowed never to forget.

I’d broken that vow because all I’d been able to think of was Lark.

Taking her.

Pleasuring her.

Keeping her.

I turned my head to find Lark looking back at me. Her lips lifted in a soft smile. “Hey.”

Something jagged tore into my chest. The guilt ratcheted up, along with a touch of panic. Time to pull back before she got the wrong idea.

This couldn’t be anything else. I wasn’t keeping Lark, even if I hadn’t promised she could leave after the thirty days were up. Nobody could replace Amina. I’d resigned myself to a life without a mate.

“Thanks.” I planted a casual kiss on her mouth. “You got skills, woman. That twenty-five is looking like it’ll be worth every dime.”

“Oh. Right.” Her smile faded. She rolled her lips into her mouth. Then she formed them into a lopsided grin. “Guess I should’ve held out for fifty.”