Page 150 of Vampires of Eden

Feeling devilish, I grin. “You like watching me put things into my mouth?”

“That sounds dirty, but maybe?”

“Dirty is not a problem for me. I’m comfortable with dirty.”

“I like your long piano fingers, too,” he says, breezing past my declaration. “You’re just so… sensual. The way you move. Poetic.”

Reaching, I grab the last cherry from the bowl beside us. He can’t talk to me like this without consequences.

I take a small bite to break the skin and expose the tender flesh, then lift it to his mouth. Alexander draws back a little in surprise, then allows me to caress the wetness of the ripe fruit against his lips. Tracing the shape of them. Instead of urging the cherry into his mouth, I press my pointer finger to his now dampened bottom lip.

“Open,” I say.

He does, parting his lips and letting me slip my finger inside. He closes around my finger, sucking and exhaling a satisfied sigh. His eyes drift shut. I glance down and notice his arousal underneath the posh fabric of his robe.

“My long fingers aren’t limited to playing the piano,” I tell him quietly. “They’re talented in many ways.” With my finger pushing deeper into his mouth, stroking his tongue as he sucks, I toss the uneaten cherry back into the bowl, then use my free hand to claw at the material of his robe. Needing to touch and see himagain. “I’d love to show you all the things they’re capable of, if you allowed me, my prince?”

I uncover the hardness and warmth of him and wrap my fingers around his cock tightly, like a vise. Alexander’s eyes blink open, golden and alighted as he breathes. I pull my finger from his mouth, lift to my knees and lick his lips. I tilt and suck his bottom lip and am hit with the exotic taste of his citrus, radiant essence laced with cherries and heat.

I raise my head from the messy kiss, then grip him tightly again, smiling because when I run my thumb over it, the tip of his cock is already damp. “What did you call me earlier?” I ask.

Alexander’s breath puffs as he stares up at me. “Raven?” he whispers, hoarse and perplexed. He blinks, considering and he’s so beautiful like this. Sensual sunshine in my hands.

“I liked that,” I tell him, “but there was something else. What else did you call me?”

I watch his throat bob. His eyes become clear with understanding.

“My king.”

The pressurized energy between us ignites as I bend and take his mouth in a voracious and deep kiss. The desire—no—the desperation to be closer to him in some carnal and primitive way overtakes me as I drive my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, cradling his scalp.

I guide him back onto the bed and Alexander yields, melting beneath my touch and kiss and lifting his knees as I crawl and rest my weight between his thighs. The robe spills open around his hips, leaving him naked and beautifully exposed to me from his navel and all the way down.

Alexander’s chest rises and falls with the heavy beat of his heart as he writhes beneath my frame. His enticing aura is completely flared outward and saturating both the room and my senses. My hand drifts down, snaking between his legs because I want to touch him and know him by heart. Every inch, curve, line, fold and detail.

All of him.

All mine.

“Rabbit,” I breathe, feeling his lower half tense and tremble when my fingertips caress the heavy flesh below his cock and down toward his opening. “I want to fuck you. I want to touch and taste you and make you come again—I wantallof you.” I press my finger between his cheeks, teasing the rim of his ass. “Can I have everything, my sweet prince?” I whisper. “Will you give me consent?”

I kiss into the curve of his neck as I delicately trace the hot skin between his cheeks. Alexander’s body shudders beneath me, truly reminding me of a rabbit caught in a trap. I lick up his neck, then graze my teeth along his jawline.

Alexander’s eyes flash open as he lifts his chin, desperate for a breath. The action elongates his neck like a wicked temptation. I bend to lick him there once more, cradling his ass in my palm and drawing his body into my mutual hardness.

“Sayyes,” I breathe against his flesh as my fangs sharpen and pulse. I want him now. I want him to know and feel this ache and affection inside of me. That it’s pure and not tainted. I’m not mean or evil and I’m certainlynotOliver.

A knock at the door makes us both start and I lift my head.

“Wait—” Alexander says, but it comes out raspy and breathless.

“Can I come in?” Raphael’s voice is muffled through the door.

“No,” Alexander and I say, simultaneously and loudly.

“Fine—but I need to know if Daniel is staying or not? Lord Ansväd will be arriving shortly.”

I look down at Alexander and his hands are plastered to his face. No words from this one. I lift my chin toward the door as my fangs slowly retracts. “Yes, I’m staying.”