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If she’s stupid enough to leave him unsatisfied, Ellie half-jokingly thought, then maybe I ought to feed his belly and release his steam. Turn him to my side. She stilled. What if she . . . did? Could she win him over? Tempt him until he preferred her over Saroya?
I’m gonna seduce Lothaire. Make myself irreplaceable to him. But she knew that would take more than merely seducing his body. If I were an ancient immortal, what would I want? Energy, surprise, excitement. Ellie could keep him on his toes, keep him guessing. She’d win over this vampire’s mind as well.
Never had he wanted a woman who didn’t desire him back.
She twisted her hair up, leisurely tying it into a knot. She played with those silky strands as if she knew just how it affected him. Eyes riveted, he imagined she’d bared her neck for him. Bared it in invitation. His shaft throbbed harder.
At his ear, she breathed, “Lothaire, I can tell you’re stiff as timber.” That was . . . unexpected. Another near shudder. “You think I didn’t notice?” “Just wanted to let you know that others could too.” “Look at it, Elizabeth.” He pinched her chin and pulled her head down. “Would I ever be so deluded as to think that could go unnoticed?”
Can feel her pretty gaze on it. He envisioned pressing her to her knees, then feeding his cock between her lips. He’d command her to suck it until there was nothing left of him. . . .
“Maybe you want to come back in here afterward.” “After what?” “After you go take care of that.” “You assume I need to tend to myself.” After the first stroke, he’d be right back with her, roughly groping, desperate to spend with her.
He would use this mortal for his own pleasure. And if the fancy struck him, he’d make her luscious little body come, climaxing so hard that the goddess would still be feeling it when she did make an appearance. “You are going to tend to me, girl.”
When I return from my shower, be wearing the red silk gown and go to your knees before me.” Just as he was tracing away, he heard her murmur, “I’ll make sure you’ll be . . . pleased.”
“You defy me, when I’m already on the verge of rage? I could kill you so easily.” “But you won’t.” “I might. Though I won’t intend to. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m quite mad.” In a deadpan tone, she said, “I think you’re just misunderstood.” Double take from the vampire.
Reminded that everyone had always underestimated her, she put her shoulders back and strode over to join him, noticing his gaze was locked on her braless breasts. His bulging erection almost made her falter, but when she reached him, she straddled his lap, resting above him on her knees. “I want to call the shots tonight, Lothaire.” “You?” “Yeah, I’ll do all the work. You just sit back and relax after your busy day doing evil.
“You said you might hurt me if you touched me.” “Which is why I demanded head, Elizabeth.”
“When the only tool you own is a hammer . . .” “Every problem begins to resemble a nail.”
“I can’t wait to see exactly how you’ll . . . drive.” Then I’m gonna give you a ride you’ll never forget.
“Do show me how you’re superior to a deity. Or are you losing your nerve?” He’d quickly get bored with her game, and then he’d rip off that top and fondle those big, pert breasts of hers for the first time. I’ll tongue those nipples straining against the material.
“Then I want to be with you because I’ve gone ages without a man’s touch.”
“I’m not a man.” “No. You’re not. But you’ll do.” She reached up and unpinned her silky mane, letting it cascade over her shoulders. Curls bounced over her breasts, tickling the peaks, her tantalizing scent washing over him— Wait. I’ll do?
As he gazed down at her, she flicked his nipple with her tongue, making his body go rigid. Then she sucked it. Just as he was about to groan, she . . . bit it. His hips shot up uncontrollably. “You like that?” she asked. “I’ll do the same to you, girl. See if you like it.” She gave his other nipple a lick, murmuring against it, “Promise?”
He grabbed a length of her hair, wrapping it around his fist. “Understand me, Elizabeth,” he began, about to tell her that he was done playing her game. But the rána came over him. Can’t lie. Apparently he . . . wasn’t done playing her game? Might I even like it?
“Looks like you’re going to drive, then. It’s a shame you won’t be seeing the one thing I’m really, really good at.” Damn her. Again she’d spurred his curiosity. He recalled the pleasure he’d felt merely from
“Hmm. How good?” “I’m probably better at it than you are at killing.” “You’ve got five minutes to impress me,” he said. “And know this, my killing skills are exceedingly well-honed. You had better have me yelling to the rafters.” “Hell, Lothaire, I can do that in four.
When she was bare to him, he hissed between his teeth. The mortal’s breasts were . . . divine. High and full, with smooth, golden skin. Her rosy nipples were upturned.
So what I’m saying is you’re hung, and very, very hard.” “I’m superlative in every way.”
“I like the way you taste, Lothaire.” When she was lustful like this, her accent grew thicker, the cadence more pleasing. For some reason, he found it . . . sexy as hell.
And then she really began to talk. After sucking on his earlobe, she whispered to him how she felt—wet and aching—how he felt against her—hot, rigid like steel. How she imagined licking him from his knees to his neck and feasting in between. “Would you feed me my fill, vampire . . . ?”
All the while he struggled to resist the heat bearing down on him. And Lothaire realized he might like her games indeed.
Just the way he was gazing at her aroused her like nothing in memory. He stared at her as if he wanted to devour her. Would he really bite her breasts? At the idea, her nipples puckered even more, as if taunting him to do it.
“Your muscles are hard, vampire. They feel so good.” “My cock’s hard too,” he rasped. When his shaft surged beneath her, her sex throbbed in readiness for it. “Does that feel good, pet?”
“I can feel your heat,” he grated. “Want these pants off you.”
His words trailed off. Because she’d begun to move. Gods almighty. His head dropped forward, his gaze riveted as she languidly rocked her hips up and back over his lap, sensually rubbing her sex along his swollen shaft.
Yes, he’d seen lovers reach a point of no return when all inhibitions were lost, when nothing could pull them apart. Elizabeth was there. For once, he thought he might like to experience that point himself.
“Lothaire, you’re looking at my nipples . . . still wantin’ to bite me?”
“Lean forward, pet. I’ll only use my tongue on them.” She shivered. “That’s what you want?” “Yes.” She leaned back.
“You want me to suck them.” “Aching for you to.” “Then obey me now, Elizabeth!” Eyes closed, head falling back, she whispered, “No.” He was the master, she was his belonging. She would mind him.
groaned, “You’re wet for me.” She wrapped her hands around his nape, holding on to him as she used his lap. “Sopping. Surprised you can’t feel it through my jeans.” The idea of her so aroused that she soaked her panties and jeans . . .
He was going to spend like this if he didn’t stop her soon. Slumming with a mortal? But, gods, it felt so good. He couldn’t prevent himself from bucking beneath her.
“Eager little Elizabeth.” He used her breasts to press her down while grinding his cock up against her. “Is this what you like?” “Right . . . there.” “You’re going to come?” If he was, then she would too.
“Vampire, I’ll come from ridin’ you . . . come hard till I scream, if I can kiss your mouth. You want me to?” “You like to talk dirty, show me what else you can do with your tongue.”
Seeming to melt for him, she wrapped her slim arms around his neck as if she’d never let go, as if she couldn’t get close enough. . . . When she began sweetly sucking on his tongue, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Against her mouth, he groaned, “Bite you.” She didn’t pull back; had she nodded? Didn’t matter. He sank one fang into her bottom lip, as if into a plum.
Frenzy took hold, lust mounting. Drop after drop wetted their tongues while she bore her sex down on his cock. Nothing could feel this good. He licked, he sucked. His vision wavered. Want to consume her, take her into me.
As if she hadn’t noticed the blood trickling from her own, her hands shot out, her fingers tunneling into his hair. She grabbed two fistfuls and yanked him back into the kiss, licking his bloody tongue. Fuck! Hot little piece!
Between kisses, he rasped, “You’ll come, I scent you’re close. . . .” He knew if he cupped her right now, her jeans would wet his palm. He wanted to slip his fingers inside her, to lick her honey from them.
His body stiffened, back bowing. The pleasure made him break the kiss to throw back his head and roar, “Fuck! Elizavetta!”
As she bathed semen all over his shaft, he thought, Follow me, Elizavetta, follow me down.
After a hesitation, he rested his chin on her head. Just when she thought they were acting like normal lovers, he grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand into the wet heat of his pants. “Eager little Elizabeth. Feel what you made me do.”
“If I wasn’t so spent, I’d make you clean me up.” He sounded angry, but then he leaned down to brush his lips over her ear. “With your tongue.”
He’d never lost control like that, couldn’t remember ever coming so hard—as if he’d been dismantled like a puzzle, then slowly pieced back together. And he hadn’t even claimed her. He would never forget the look in her eyes when she’d grabbed his hair, yanking him close for more of that blood-drenched kiss. I’ll never forget coming like a fountain as my Bride orgasmed over me.
Instead, she’d been desperate to come, working his seed from him without using her mouth or hands. By riding him. Wantonly. Which made him imagine her naked, riding other things. My thigh, my mouth . . .
How many had she practiced on to be able to move like that? How many had been just like him, lost in her, powerless to do anything but spill beneath her? Lothaire’s fangs sharpened with aggression at the thought of her with another.
