Between the Marshal & the Vampire(25)

As he yanked off his belt and fumbled to open his trousers, he felt Vellum press against his side from hip to shoulder. The vampire's ardor was as evident as Clay's, burning like a brand into Clay's left buttock. But Clay couldn't find it in him to care as he finally freed his own rock hard cock from its confinement and moved up between Mariel's parted thighs.

He knew he should go slowly. Under different circumstances it wouldn't have been an issue. But her fingernails clawed at his ribcage and when one of her legs locked tight around the back of his thigh, pulling him in, he threw all niceties to the wind. She needed him and she damn well was going to get him.

He notched his tip against her swollen opening and surged in, driving a cry from her lips. She was so sweet and hot around him that he nearly lost control the moment he bottomed out. Clay gritted his teeth and held back, wanting her to experience all the pleasure that he was capable of giving her. With Vellum's tongue lapping at his throat, maddening Clay, he rolled his hips against Mariel and began plunging his stiff cock deep inside her.

She was a wildcat beneath him, all claws and fangs, biting passionately into the side of his throat opposite of where Vellum had been sucking on him. With her leg locked around his thigh she clutched him deep and wouldn't allow him to withdraw very far. Clay had never been with a more passionate woman. He loved it. He couldn’t get enough of her. He freed her plump breasts from her blouse and molded the soft globes in his big hands, marveling at their softness.

"Clay," Mariel moaned. It was sweet music that told him he was doing everything right.

"Tell me, darlin'," he panted back. "Tell me how you feel."

"So good." Her head rolled on the ground. "So good inside me…"

He bent down to suckle on a rosy nipple. Her squeal of pleasure made his buttocks clench up tight and he slammed into her, unable to control himself. She cried out so he did it again. Then once more, driving himself as deep into her as he could. Then he slowed his pace, making her feel every thick inch of him as it glided in and out of her wet, clenching heat.

"Clay…" she moaned.

Focused on her, Clay gasped, startled, as Vellum's tongue curled around his ear lobe from behind. "Make her see Heaven, Marshal." The whisper sent shivers across Clay's skin.

He knew he should hate having the vampire touching him, but Clay's body buzzed with desire and it seemed any touch, even a male's, could make sparks dance behind his eyelids. Driven by sensation, goaded by Vellum's words, Clay filled her again and again, pounding the breath from her. She took every inch of him as though she were made for him.

Minutes later he felt her tense. He winced as her nails dug into his shoulders. Then he experienced the joy of feeling and hearing her shatter into a million pieces because of him.

She held back nothing, letting him watch her come undone. Her helpless twitching and high-pitched whimpers were too much to withstand. He was done for, too. With a groan, Clay withdrew from her and mere seconds later he spilled his hot seed over her thigh and the desert floor.

"Mariel," he gasped as he dropped his forehead to her collarbones. Her fingers combed through his hair. The heat and weight of Vellum lifted from Clay's back, although the vampire dragged his palm down Clay's spine as he departed, probably just to show he had the right.

"You understand now, Marshal?" Vellum asked. Had there been a hint of smugness in the question Clay might have reared up and threw a punch. But the other male's voice held only genuine hope.

"I understand," he said with a sigh. He probably should have felt embarrassed for how aroused he'd become because of Vellum's bloodsucking, but after what he'd just shared with Mariel? Pretty damn difficult to feel bad about any of that. "I had no idea." He raised his head and smiled down at Mariel's blissed-out expression. He caressed her cheek. "Is it always like that?"

"To varying degrees," Vellum answered. "I can control how affected you are, depending on whether I'd like some…participation."

Participation. Clay interpreted that to mean that sometimes the vampire liked to play with his food. That was disturbing in many ways, so Clay chose not to think about it.

"Are you angry?" Mariel asked after she'd opened her eyes. She smoothed her hands nervously down Clay's sides. "Those other times—"

"Don't bother me at all. And I can see why you were shy to come out and tell me." Clay kissed the tip of her nose, garnering a smile from her. "I'd keep that tasty secret to myself, too."

"But now you know." She bit her lip. "It won't be so bad traveling to Everton Fort, will it?"

He hesitated to reply. The situation was ludicrous. He and Mariel were at the mercy of a vampire who could make them feel incredible amounts of lust, and they didn't seem to mind it very much.

"We'll be just fine," he assured her.

Suddenly consciously of his cock hanging out of his trousers and Vellum hovering nearby, Clay shifted backwards up and off of Mariel. He tucked himself away and refastened his belt as he stood. Vellum had backed off but he still watched Clay and Mariel with that hunting intensity of his. It made Clay wonder: could the vampire have sex as humans did? Did he want to?

A question for later, because now that the vampire's pheromones or whatever it was no longer coursed through his veins, Clay's head was beginning to clear. He had to shake his head. He'd just made love to Mariel while a vampire was drinking the blood from his neck. Good Lord.