Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(88)

Something dark, angry flashed through his gaze. “No.”

When he didn’t elaborate she opened her mouth to question him then let it fall back with a sigh as his long, rough fingers began to rub her *. The tenuous control she’d had on the sangue fever disintegrated beneath his knowing strokes. He let out a soft hiss as his finger delved between her labia and teased her entrance.

“You’re so warm.”

“I burn for you,” she whispered. “Please, make me come.”

“My pleasure, bella donna.”

Pleasure raced through her as he thrust two fingers into her *, just how she liked it. He turned his hand so his thumb pressed against her clit and began to massage her internally while he slowly dragged his fingers in and out of her needy sex. Good God, it was like this man had some kind of psychic connection with her *, touching her just how she needed it. She abandoned herself to him, throwing her head back and crying out, not caring if the limo driver or the whole world noticed her taking her pleasure. There was only the moment, only existing in the now, and she loved it, loved not having to think about spending eternity alone for one brief moment as her bliss overwhelmed her ever-busy mind.

Tyler rubbed his thumb back and forth on her clit, drawing soft cries from her that he seemed to enjoy. Every time she vocalized her pleasure he would make this soft growling noise that spread through her blood like a drug. Looking up at him, watching the way he stared at her * as his lovely fingers caressed her, she let out a soft shudder of need. The thick shocks of silver at his temples gave him a distinguished air that she loved, and as she stared at him, she had an odd flash of seeing his face in hundreds of different ways with a thousand different expressions. Startled by that thought, she clenched up, but he chose that moment to pinch her nipple, hard enough to hurt. The pain took her by surprise, and she bared her fangs at Tyler, turning positively feral with lust. He was tempting the demon that slept in her heart, the one that urged her to bite him to soothe the fire.

When she began to rock her hips against his fingers, he seemed to take the hint and added a third finger, stretching her deliciously. The muscles in her lower belly fluttered, and she forced her gaze open, wanting to watch him while she came. Everything inside of her tightened, and her whole body throbbed as the burning blood rushed through her veins, filling her with a glorious energy that would make her skin glow as if lit from within by the sun. Unable to resist the need to connect with the man who gave her this pleasure, she opened her eyes and sighed in delight.

She found him already watching her, and with a knowing smile, he curved his fingers inside of her and pressed while gripping her hair in his fist. That mixture of pleasure and pain set off her orgasm like he’d pressed a button. He didn’t remove his fingers but gentled his touch on her over-sensitized clit, slowly finger f*cking her through her orgasm. Each wave of delicious sensation helped to bank the fire in her blood, but now the blood lust was gaining strength. It took a great deal of energy for her to orgasm because her body burned fuel quicker when she was aroused, but the need to feed wasn’t a compulsion yet, just a yearning to sink her teeth into the pulse in Tyler’s thigh while she jerked him off.

A vivid mental image of doing just that assailed her, so strong it was almost like a memory. Her body responded as her hips jerked and she squeezed Tyler’s fingers still inside of her. The low, dirty moan that spilled out of her was almost embarrassing, and his chuckle didn’t help.

“I wonder what that thought was,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Unfortunately it will have to wait.”

She managed to focus on him. “Why?”

“’Cause we’re home.”

Before she could question him, Tyler was slipping her off his lap and smoothing down her dress just before the door to the limo opened. If she’d been human, she would have blushed at the thought that the limo driver could smell her arousal, but blushing was something she just didn’t do anymore if she could help it. Bringing a flush to her cheeks used too much blood. She’d tamped down on her emotions to the point where she didn’t really feel much of anything that she didn’t want to anymore. Or at least she usually did. When Tyler gave her a knowing smirk, a definite heat entered her cheeks, a long forgotten sensation that she tried her best to ignore, but was helpless again.

Tyler got out first then carefully helped her from the vehicle. His tight jeans outlined his body, and she tried to keep from staring at his groin as she could clearly see the bulge of his erection pressing against the material. He was a very big man, all over, and she wanted him.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll f*ck you in front of my neighbors. If that’s what you want I’ll give it to you, but I’d prefer to have you all to myself.”

Giving him a small smile, she glanced over at the rather good-looking limo driver trying to remain professional, but his wide eyes gave him away. She loved to tease men—it was one of her favorite hobbies—and the limo driver was so young. Mid-twenties at the most but still an innocent.

With a swing in her hips, she walked up to Tyler and laced her arms around her neck. “I think I’d rather enjoy having people watch you f*ck me.”

The limo driver sucked in a harsh breath, but Tyler merely shook his head and smiled. “I know you would. But not tonight. Come on, I have something to show you.”

She arched a brow when he gave her bottom a good pinch, but turned her attention to his home, eager to see if this place was a reflection of the man she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of. Already the sangue fire was beginning to build, and it took a great deal of effort to tamp it down. Her fangs hurt with need, and she licked her lips as Tyler led her into his three-story, massive adobe-style home. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she had the oddest sense of déjà vu.