Well, here’s another thing I never thought I’d ever do. Practically straddle a vampire’s face, begging him to bite me, wearing nothing but a thong. But oh wait, the best is yet to come…
She smiled as an appropriate pun popped into her head.
“Alright, just so you know, since you refuse to cooperate, I’m taking matters into my own hands.” Her hands behind her head, she released her hair from the tight ponytail she’d put it in and closed her eyes. Seth could watch, or not, but she would lose herself in a fantasy. The better to tease you with, my dear…
She tilted her head back until she knew the silky strands of her hair would be tickling his chest. Then she slowly brushed her fingertips down her neck and chest to her br**sts. Eyes still closed, Willow circled her n**ples with her nails then tugged on them lightly. In her mind—her fantasy—it was Seth’s hands teasing her body.
She couldn’t stop the low moan as her n**ples tightened deliciously. Tugging on the tight buds the same way he had when he teased her, a jolt of pleasure zoomed straight down her body to her open p**sy. She almost whimpered when she felt Seth’s chin brush intimately against her as he finally turned to watch.
Releasing one nipple, Willow brought her hand up to her face. She used a single finger to stroke her mouth, tracing her bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth. Willow made certain to get her finger nice and wet, before lowering it to her nipple once again. The combination of the moisture from her finger and the cool air against the taunt bud had her once again moaning. With a slight smile on her face, she repeated the gesture with the other side.
She knew Seth was becoming more involved in watching her when he reached up, caressing her h*ps and ass. She decided to allow him the small gesture, but nothing more. He had, after all, chosen to do things the hard way. And, she smiled a wicked smile, I did give him every opportunity to cooperate.
She continued to tease her br**sts for another minute or so, then slowly trailed her fingers down, under her br**sts and over her stomach, working her way ever lower. At her navel, she stopped to circle it, teasing it as he had seen her tease her clit. Beneath her, Seth’s breathing grew harsher, slightly more rapid, giving her the confidence to continue.
A sound of pleasure came from deep in her throat and she made no move to silence it. She smiled as she remembered him telling her how much her moans aroused him.
Willow allowed her nails to skip over her skin, following the curve of her underwear, across her thighs and back up. She enjoyed the feeling of them scratching her skin lightly.
Seth used his hands in an attempt to bring her closer to his face.
“Uh-uh,” she purred, her voice husky. Opening her eyes, Willow looked deeply into his. “You don’t get to play until you eat.”
His hands froze.
He wants to try to play hardball, does he? Well, I’ll fix that. At least he didn’t release me completely, so I must be getting to him. Time to take this game a little further.
Pulling her underwear to the side, she made sure he had an unimpeded view of what she was doing. Sliding her finger across her wet slit, she never took her gaze from his face as he watched her finger hungrily. Parting her nether lips, she teased her clit, her smile growing larger as he began kneading her ass. She brought herself close to orgasm, growing wetter because she knew he was watching every movement of her fingers.
Bringing the finger she used to tease her cl*t to her face, she smelled it, moaning. Waving it under his nose, she was rewarded with a growl.
“You know, I don’t know about anyone else, but I really like the way I smell.” She brought her finger up to sniff it, once more lowering it to tease her body.
This time as she began to circle and tug her clit, her h*ps moved in time with her fingers.
Once again Seth tried to pull her closer to his mouth, lifting his head slightly as well.
“Tsk, tsk, what a bad boy. You know the rules, show me your teeth. Let me feel them against my skin,” she coaxed.
Again he fell backward, still trying to refuse his hunger.
Well she wouldn’t let him. It was time to play dirty.
Leaning down, Willow slipped her finger deep inside her soaking wet p**sy. Just feeling his breath against her sensitive flesh after denying herself twice had her poised and ready to come. She swirled her finger deep inside, making sure to get it nice and juicy. Pulling it out, she waved it under his nose.
“Is this what you want? Do you want to taste me on your lips, on your tongue? Maybe the reason you can still resist my temptations is because you’ve forgotten what I taste like?” Sliding the digit over his lips, she smiled as his tongue darted out for the slight taste she had left him. His eyes grew dark, filling with passion and raw hunger.
Pushing her finger back inside her dripping p**sy, she determined to tease him again. This time she slipped the digit between his lips, moaning deeply as he sucked the juices from it, his sharp teeth grazing her skin. Deciding her finger was clean enough, she pulled it back out of his mouth, ready to tease him with another small taste. After she played a little longer, that is.
But Seth had different plans. Faster than she could have believed possible given his earlier weakness, he lifted her, threw her on her back on the bed, and put his head between her legs. Before she could utter a syllable, he’d ripped her underwear from her body and threw the ragged pieces of lace across the room.
He lowered his head to her p**sy. Clamping her thighs together tightly, Willow allowed her hands to grab fistfuls of his hair, stopping him. She refused to give in, no matter how badly she wanted to. This was a game she would win.
“You know the rules.”
Growling deep in his throat, he glared at her. Ordinarily the sound would have scared her. But right here, right now—with him—it only made her wetter. His nostrils flared, as though he could smell the increase in her arousal.
Parting his lips, he opened his mouth and showed her his long, beautiful, sharp teeth. Loosening her grip, she wove her fingers through his hair, guiding him to the sensitive spot where her leg met her torso. It was the same spot he’d marked her before.
She screamed in pleasure from the fierce orgasm that racked her body as his teeth pierced her flesh.
Seth drank greedily from her, and she could not keep her body still. The sensations were intense, so erotic that she felt another orgasm building with lightning speed. Then his fingers were there, plunging deep within her as he continued to drink from her.
Crying out his name as wave after wave of intense pleasure raged through her, she was still riding them when his tongue slid over her skin. Shifting his head, he teased her incredibly sensitive cl*t with his tongue.
He removed his fingers only long enough to slide his tongue deep inside her. His razor-sharp teeth grazed against her flesh and his tongue followed.
He didn’t stop his teasing until her body shook with her fourth orgasm.
Crawling up her body, he captured her mouth with his, tongue thrusting inside aggressively. The taste of herself on him—both her cream and her blood—drove her crazy. When he thrust his c*ck hard and deep into her, she cried out, the sound swallowed hungrily by him.
This was no gentle, sweet loving meant to bring them both to orgasm slowly. This was hard and fast, full of the rough pleasures they both needed at the moment.
As Seth pounded into her body ruthlessly, Willow met his h*ps with as much force as she could.
Growling into her mouth, Seth increased the pace of his thrusts. After a few minutes, she felt him explode within her.
They lay on the bed, panting and covered in sweat, Seth’s hard body pressing her softer one down into the mattress.
For the first time since she’d found out the truth about him, Willow finally felt safe again. Unable to fight her body any longer, she was asleep before he withdrew from her and rolled them over.
Chapter Nine
“Mmmm,” Willow moaned as she snuggled back into the chest behind her. Life is good, she thought sleepily. She felt safe and warm. She felt…whole. Happily she drifted back to sleep.
A knock on the door stirred her again a little while later.
“Go away, Roxy, I don’t want to wake up. I’m having the most delicious dream,” she called out sleepily, pulling the covers higher on her body, almost covering her head.
She heard the door crack open then a very masculine chuckle. “Well, my name isn’t Roxy, and from the looks of this room, it wasn’t a dream.”
Opening one eye, she recognized Jason approaching the bed. She began to sit up but froze as she saw her ruined underwear hanging from his finger.
“I take it you were able to entice him to cooperate?”
Keeping the covers pressed tightly against her nak*d body, she sat up and looked around. Seth was nowhere to be seen. What was going on?
Her memory came rushing back. Seth had been sick. He’d needed to drink, and she’d had to entice him into drinking from her. Then they had had the most incredible sex of her life. And that was saying a lot, considering their previous encounters—before she’d run practically screaming from him.
“Will you just leave so I can get dressed?” Jason stepped closer, picking up her bra, chuckling when she snatched it from him. Turning, he began to leave but she stopped him. “Wait. Where’s Seth? What time is it? Is he feeling better?”
“Make up your mind,” Jason teased, looking back at her. “Either you want me to stay or you want me to leave.” When she scowled at him, he chuckled again. “I’ll answer all your questions, after you get dressed.” Taking a deep breath, he amended, “Make that after you shower and get dressed.” He laughed and closed the door, narrowly avoiding the pillow she threw at him.
Twenty minutes later, Willow walked out of the bedroom, feeling sore, but rested.
“Oh, good, food,” she said right before she began to attack the food Jason had arranged on the dining room table. “Tell me what’s going on, Jason,” she said between bites and after a sip of soda.
“It’s about midnight.” Willow looked at him in confusion. “You and Seth have slept all night and day. He got up and left no more than an hour and a half ago.” Shrugging, Jason continued. “He looked better, but refused to tell me where he was going.”
“I need to use the phone,” she stated as soon as her hunger was eased. Standing, Willow shook her head before walking away from the table. She paused at the door. “Is there any chocolate in this place? I don’t know why, but I’m having a serious chocolate craving.”
“It could have something to do with how much blood Seth took. I’ll see if I can find you some while you call whoever you need to. And if there isn’t any here, I’ll call Seth’s cell and tell him to pick some up.”
“Thanks.” She smiled, appreciating the offer. She wasn’t sure she was up to talking with Seth just yet, and not over the phone. That just seemed too impersonal. Especially after what they’d experienced the night before.
She went into the comfy room and curled up on the couch. Willow really didn’t want to call her sister, but she knew if she didn’t Roxy would worry. And she couldn’t have that on her conscience.