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  “You’re a bastard,” she said, spoiling the epithet with a sexy little moan and a roll of her hips.

  “Yeah. But I have the equipment you need,” he reminded her with a slide of his cock. He dropped his voice to a purr. “And I’m the one planted inside you.”

  Her breaths came faster. “Yeah, you are.” Her face softened with reawakened passion, glowing golden in the lamplight. “Do you think you could kiss me?”

  Never slow to help a woman in need, Joe’s head came down. It wasn’t a tentative kiss. Their tongues met before their lips touched, lapping, fluttering, until Joe grew impatient for a deeper penetration. He closed his mouth over hers and slid his tongue inside, swirling over the roof of her mouth, reaching to stroke her tongue.

  Lily’s mouth suctioned, pulling him deeper, a moan rising in the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his back, squeezing, massaging his spine. Then they slipped lower to cup his buttocks.

  Joe broke the kiss and drew a deep, jagged breath. His body trembled with the need to drive into her. “Are you sore?” he asked, desperation making his voice tight and graveled.

  Lily shook her head, her eyes glittering with renewed excitement. Her arousal gushed, coating his cock with fresh lubricant.

  The muscles of his thighs bunched, and the pressure building in his already rock-hard balls threatened to overtake him. He hadn’t learned to fully leash the monster, still being too new at this vampire thing. “I need you on your knees.”

  “Yes.”

  He held himself rigid, trying to still the tremors in his thighs and belly.

  “You’ll have to let me up,” she reminded him.

  Christ! That meant he had to withdraw, had to bear the rub of his cock against her inner walls.

  He pulled away, gritting his teeth, trying to ignore her wide-eyed gaze and the eager way she shoved to get him to move faster.

  Finally free, he knelt, his cock straight as a pole and glistening with her arousal, throbbing in time with his racing heart.

  She didn’t move fast enough to suit him. Her fascinated gaze clung to his penis, and she licked her lips.

  He couldn’t wait a second longer. He reached for her, flipping her onto her stomach, only vaguely aware of her yelp of surprise. She scrambled to raise herself on her arms and knees, but his hands were already on her bottom, pulling her into position, centering her ass and cunt on his cock. His knees roughly shoved her legs apart, and his hands spread her cheeks. Her sex was wide open—pink and quivering.

  Do I have to choose?

  Joe remembered how Lily had stood before him, a blush painting her face and delectable breasts bright rose, her face misty with confusion when he’d offered her the choice of how he would take her.

  At that moment, he wished he had two dicks he could plunge into her.

  Joe slid his thumb down the sensitive crease of her ass, and Lily turned her head to look at him, alarm in her gaze.

  He circled the tiny opening. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Lily?” he asked, softly.

  “Yes,” came her swift reply. “But never by someone of your…proportions.”

  Indeed, she didn’t look so much worried as embarrassed. Her body quivered with excitement.

  “Later,” he said, and continued his exploration downward to the full, flushed lips of her pussy. He pressed his thumb into her deep, dark channel and was gratified to find her dripping with honey. Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he tasted her for the first time, his eyes closing, savoring the salty, slightly astringent glaze, and the flavor of her unusual musk.

  With his body screaming for him to plunge into her, he still took a moment to spit into his palm and rub it over the head of his dick. Control was all in the pacing. “This isn’t going to be finessed,” he warned. “I’m too far gone.”

  “I’m ready,” she said, her voice quavering.

  He sincerely doubted it, but he guided his cock to her cunt, circled her opening once, then spread her with his fingers and pushed himself inside. In one long, inexorable glide he crammed his cock into her, ignoring her cries, ignoring her body’s natural resistance to his intrusion. He had to be inside—all the way inside. Now!

  When his balls finally rubbed her bush, he gasped and lay over her, curving his belly to her back, pressing his face to her shoulder. Sucking air into his starved lungs, he reached deep inside himself for something to anchor him. He didn’t want to hurt her, but feared he’d waited too long. He wrapped his arms around her and groped for her breasts, molding them in his palms.

  Lily whimpered, and her cunt clutched and pulsed around him. “Move,” she pleaded. “God please, move. Fuck me, Joe.”

  Though he fought it, he could feel the change coming over him, filling him with thick, tensile strength, bulging his muscles outward. He turned his head and found himself staring at their reflection in the mirror above her bureau. “Shit!” Too late, he’d forgotten to protect her. “Keep your eyes closed,” he said, panting.

  Then all thought receded, supplanted by the monster reforming the bones in his face to a grisly mask of protruding bone across his forehead and brow. His gums tingled as his teeth slid down from the roof of his mouth. All his being was focused on the elemental need to conquer her with his sex, drink her life from her blood-filled body.

  He flung back his head and roared. Then he unleashed the monster.

  Lily was enthralled with Joe’s rough mastery. When he’d flipped her over and arranged her body to his liking, she’d felt an odd moment of recognition—that this was what sex was supposed to be. Being mounted, being mastered by a male.

  When he’d shoved inside her, pressing deeper, harder than any man had before, she’d thrilled at his power even as her body winced in protest to his harsh intrusion. When his hands had clumsily groped her breasts, she reveled in the fact she’d caused him to lose control.

  Then he roared and all hell broke loose.

  His body hardened around her, his cock growing impossibly thicker, until she thought a tree trunk filled her channel. Then he began to move, and she whimpered, wondering if she was woman enough to take all of him. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, concentrating on the glide and jerk of his powerful cock.

  Then her inner tissues gave, moistening further, clutching his shaft. Her hips circled encouraging him to screw himself inside her, until he moved easily, stretching her to suit his massive cock.

  He straightened away from her back, and his hands sought her rump, a bruising grip that held her still while he pounded at her pussy.

  Lily moaned and grunted harshly at the end of each of his powerful strokes, feeling the heavy, jackhammer thrusts pushing so deep inside her, she swore he stroked her heart.

  His voice changed, no words uttered, just harsh, guttural groans that incited her to claw higher toward the peak. Then she was soaring, coming outside herself, splintering into a thousand shards of brittle glass. She screamed, and then screamed again when he hauled her up into his arms. He roughly nuzzled through the hair clinging to the perspiration on her neck until he found her skin.

  The sharp sting of his bite pierced the sensual haze, and her eyes flew open. She saw them in the mirror, kneeling on the bed, her knees spread open across his thighs, his hands working her hips up and down on his cock while he fed.

  Thought, crisp coherence, was impossible at the cool rush of blood flowing out of her body, pulled from her head and extremities to feed his voracious hunger. She grew faint, pinpoints of black clouding her vision—and then she saw his face, bent over her flesh. Not Joe’s face at all. A vampire’s.

  Her last thought as she was pulled into the void was she’d finally found him.

  The vampire savored the rich, hot blood that flowed over his tongue, quenching the thirst that raged in his soul. He crashed his hips upward, impaling the woman on his hard shaft, tunneling endlessly. Growling, his hands gripped her hips, bouncing her buttocks on his lap, and then sliding her forward and back as his fevered motions brought him to re
lease.

  His cock exploded, and he disengaged his teeth from her neck to howl, his cum bursting from his loins in a raw, hot torrent. Jetting into the woman—his woman.

  Finally, the wildness inside him quieted, and he let his head fall back to draw deep, cleansing breaths of air. As his body reformed, a niggling awareness grew that something wasn’t right.

  Joe opened his eyes. The sheen of perspiration dried on his skin, making him shiver beneath the oscillating blades above him. Lily lay inside his embrace, her head lolling on her neck, her body limp.

  Horrified, Joe pressed her head to the side and looked at the twin rivulets of blood that trickled down her neck onto her breast. Like obscene red scars. Had he taken too much? He’d been so out of control, he’d passed all human consciousness when he’d taken her. He couldn’t be sure.

  Sick at heart, he opened his lips around the wounds and licked her skin to close them, then turned her in his arms to lay her on the bed. Leaning over her, he cleansed away the trail of blood, stroking her flesh with his tongue.

  She stirred, and he leaned back, kneeling on the bed beside her. Her lids fluttered open and she smiled sleepily at him.

  “Wow!” she said softly.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, anxious to know whether he’d harmed her.

  “Mmmm. Sore.” She wrinkled her nose. “Deliciously so.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

  “Lily.” Joe didn’t want her going to sleep, not if he needed to get her to a hospital.

  Lily’s eyes blinked. “Are we doing this, again?” she asked, a grin breaking across her face. “Because if we are, I’m afraid you’re going to have to do all the work. I’m limp as a noodle.”

  “Are you sure you’re all right? Are you feeling dizzy? Try sitting up.” He lifted her shoulders off the bed.

  Her arms snaked around his neck, and she hugged him tightly, and then her lips brushed the edge of his jaw and slid down to nuzzle the corner of his neck. “Did I tell you how much I love your smell?” she murmured.

  At that point, Joe figured Lily was just fine—with symptoms no worse than a sore pussy and fatigue from his energetic attentions. He relaxed then felt a grin stretch his mouth. She’d been overcome with passion.

  Joe closed his arms around her and carried her down to the bed, rolling her beneath him. “Do you need to sleep?”

  Her lips parted and her eyes widened. “Like I said, I’m a little sore there.”

  Joe gave her a heavy-lidded stare. “Care to make another choice?”

  She winced, her face heating. “Do I have to say it?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He liked her lady-like reticence. He liked it even better when she forgot her manners and screamed what she wanted.

  “Why? You’re a guy. Don’t you just do what you want, anyway?”

  “Last time I looked, there were two of us in this bed. I had mine. It’s your turn to choose.”

  She huffed. “I suppose we’ll just lay here like this all night unless I tell you, won’t we?”

  “Yup.”

  “I want…” Her gaze dropped to his chin. “I want you to…give it to me in the ass.” She said the last in a rush, and then looked back into his eyes.

  Joe pressed his lips together to smother a grin. Her embarrassment was adorable—pink chagrin and pearly white indecision biting her lips. “So do you want preliminaries this time?”

  She scowled at him now. “You’re making fun of me. I don’t know if I like that.”

  “Let me make amends,” he whispered. “Please? For being rough before.”

  “But I liked it,” she said softly.

  Joe searched her gaze until he was satisfied she told the truth. “I don’t like to lose control like that. You don’t have to be afraid. It won’t happen again.” She opened her mouth to protest, but Joe pressed a finger to her lip. “You don’t have to say it. I know I wasn’t gentle. It was just…” He hated baring his soul, but she deserved the words. “You were so damn sexy. So hot. I couldn’t keep it together.”

  “You mean, because I acted like a whore?”

  “No!” If he hadn’t seen the vulnerability beneath her steady stare he would have shaken her. “You were naked. Not just your body. Your desire. I’ve never been so turned on. It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  Her eyes filled, and she turned her head. When she looked back at him, her gaze was curious. “So tell me more about these…preliminaries.”

  Joe felt uneasy, knocked off-center by the depth of passion he’d found with the professor. He’d loved Darcy—loved his old partner still, but the woman beneath him intrigued him from her sweetly rounded curves to her shy, inquisitive stare. If he wasn’t careful, she’d creep into his heart. It was a good thing he’d be out of there soon. In the meantime, he’d better keep things light.

  “Well, I haven’t tasted these little berries yet,” he said, his gaze dipping to her chest. “And while I’ve probed the depths of your pretty pussy, I haven’t tasted the well water…thoroughly.”

  Lily’s breath gusted on a laugh. “What about me?” She circled her mouth with her tongue. “Although as large as you are, it may take me all night to explore every inch of your cock.”

  Joe felt his proud flesh respond to her compliment, growing to nudge her inner thigh. “So we’re agreed? I get to order the breast pâté for the appetizer, followed by the soup—”

  “Soup!” She slapped his shoulder. “Don’t you dare say it.”

  “Du Pussy.”

  She let out a shriek of laughter. “What do I get? The leg of mutton?”

  He winced. “Doesn’t quite have the same connotation. How about a spicy burrito?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Beans.”

  “A foot-long…”

  She appeared to ponder it for a moment, and then shook her head. “Too obvious.”

  Joe waggled his eyebrows. “Filet of love muscle?”

  She gave a very unladylike snort. “I can’t believe we’re talking like this.”

  Joe stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “Why? Because it’s silly?”

  “No, because I’m dying to ask you to do one thing for me,” she said, her voice so soft he had to lean close to hear her.

  “Baby, my body is yours to command,” he whispered.

  “Let me watch you while you change.”

  Chapter Four

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  Lily held her breath as she waited for him to respond. How she’d kept it light since waking from her vampire’s “kiss”, she’d never figure out. She wanted to burst, to crow, to fling open her windows and scream to the world, Vampires do exist!

  Of course, her very first thought when she’d woken to find him hovering over her was whether he was going to drain her dry, but the guilty concern he’d shown as she’d tried to recover her wits had pretty much told her Joe wouldn’t harm her.

  The ominous stare he gave her now, however, had him inching back up the creepy scale.

  “Talk to me,” she said, nervously licking her lips. “Are you wondering what gave you away?”

  One eyebrow lifted, but he didn’t answer.

  She took it as a cue to continue. “My first clue was when I touched you with the cross. You hissed like it burned.” She gave him an impish grin. “Of course, every Dracula in any Psych ward would do the same, but you looked embarrassed.”

  Still, he didn’t speak. But his incredulous expression had her wondering if he’d even noted he’d given her that little clue. She didn’t have to remind herself a broody, unsmiling vampire lay draped across her body. Her nerves jumped and her mind raced on, her tongue following close behind. “Then of course there’s the whole thing on my balcony. Not the shooting cum on the floor thing—the flying up to get there. Mind you, I had thought the bat-thing was pure Hollywood.

  “And no one has a cock like yours, besides John Holmes—although I’ve never actually seen any of his films, so for all I know it’s a really bad comparison. The fact is, I knew vampires
had an odd erotic reputation, but I didn’t know how they’d earned it.

  “But the real clincher was the blood drinking. I’ve given blood before. Pints to the Red Cross, in fact. But never once did I nearly orgasm from my donation. If that was the normal effect, blood banks wouldn’t have to hold drives.” She finally ran out of nervous steam. “Talk to me. You’re awfully quiet.”

  “You saw me in the mirror,” he said flatly.

  She nodded slowly, feeling his weight press her into the mattress. “Guess that whole mirror thing’s a myth, huh?”

  “You weren’t freaked by my appearance?”

  “No!” she rushed to assure him. “It’s incredible! I’ve been searching for evidence for years. If I’d known all I had to do was place an ad—”

  “Stop it.”

  Lily’s euphoria dissipated. Joe’s expression was as dark as a thundercloud. She made a note to tread lightly until she understood what had put the kink in his underwear. Then she remembered how vampires were made. If that piece of the lore was true, he’d likely nearly died to complete the transformation.

  “All right,” she said. “I’m sorry about my…enthusiasm. I’ve annoyed you and acted terribly rude.” She caressed him from his shoulder to his fine, round buttocks, relieved when his muscles clenched in response to her shivery touch. “How did it happen,” she asked softly.

  “Leave it. We’re not talking about that,” he said, his tone flat and remote. He shifted off her. “We’ve gotten off topic. I have questions I need answering.”

  Disturbed by his sudden change of mood, she rolled to follow him, not willing to lose the intimacy of their skin-to-skin connection. “Wait a second. You promised me preliminaries.”

  “I promised another go. After my questions are answered.”

  She spread her legs over his hips and snuggled her pussy onto his semi-erect cock. “Maybe I won’t be in the mood.”

  He raised one dark eyebrow. “Lady, according to you, you’re always in the mood.”

  He had her there. Lily felt a chill and resisted the urge to cover her body. If he wanted answers he’d just have to get them from her naked and pressed to the heart of his masculinity. If it was a quarter as difficult for him to think as it was for her while she oozed all over him, then tough!