Only Vampires Cry Blood (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #3)(66)

When Arys stood up and began to free his c**k from the confines of his jeans, I had to refocus my vision. Holy shit. Who would have thought that a public orgasm would be so damn good?

He pulled my rear end close to the edge of the car and held my upper body securely with one arm. We were looking directly into each other’s eyes when he entered me with a determined thrust.

I groaned as he pounded into me as if he couldn’t be bothered to start out slow. He watched my face as he f**ked me, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. Though it was primal and demanding, it was nothing like the crazy time on the kitchen table. There was love here; I could feel it in the way he held me close and peered into me and in the way he leaned in to nuzzle my neck.

The action was somewhat wolfish, and it brought a smile to my face. I held him close, my arms wrapped around his neck. I couldn’t move much to meet his thrusts, but something about that made it more exciting. I could only sit there while he sank into my warm depths over and over.

Just as I felt myself starting to slide off the hood, Arys hooked one of his arms beneath my leg, supporting my weight. It also gave him a better angle, and he was able to plunge much deeper inside me. With my leg up, I had to lean back slightly. It gave us both a great view of his shaft as it slid inside me.

He slowed his pace, pulling out so that just the head remained within, then sliding as deep as possible in an achingly slow motion. It was the ultimate tease. This time when the orgasmic sensations began to build, it wasn’t as fast but it was just as intense. I hungered for the moment when the storm would crash over me, sending me spiraling into that perfect bliss.

The visual of Arys’ body and mine joining together increased the growing excitement. It quickly became too much, and I pleaded for him to take me faster.

Ever the control freak, Arys shook his head, a grin on his handsome face.

Maintaining that leisurely, steady pace, he reached his free hand down between us and gently rubbed my clit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought the bastard wanted me to beg.

“Arys,” I practically hissed. “Please.”

He knew what I wanted. I didn’t have to say another word. He held out for just a moment, long enough to make me growl at him. Then he relinquished his hold on his personal control and slammed into me the way I wanted him to.

The second orgasm was more potent than the first had been. For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe as the earth seemed to shake all around us. There was a buzzing in my ears, almost deafening in volume. I realized it was the power we naturally called when together like this. If I could bottle that kind of power, I’d be a walking time bomb.

My inner muscles clenched tightly around Arys’ cock, forcing him over the edge of climax. He came hard, coating my insides with the warmth of his release. He moaned and licked at the wound Harley had left in my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I held him tightly to me, unwilling to let go immediately. Every spasm was delightful as the sensations of orgasm slowly subsided. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath. I tried so hard to savor the moment. It wasn’t long before doubt crept in. Would Arys still make love to me like this after I killed his sire?

I banished the thought, refusing to allow anything to disrupt the heady afterglow we shared. I would deal with Arys’ reaction when the time came. Until then, it wasn’t worth my worry.

Chapter Seventeen

Cheesecake and coffee … was there anything quite so soothing? Well, maybe chocolate and liquor but the cheesecake ran a close second. I shoveled another forkful into my mouth and sighed. Delicious.

Kylarai and Shaz didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm for the rich dessert. They both stared at me as if I’d lost my mind. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen that expression on their faces, and I highly doubted it would be the last.

The three of us sat around the kitchen table at my place. I was finally starting to get used to thinking of it as mine. I’d Lysoled the hell out of the table, but I still blushed when I thought about what Arys and I had done there. It was our little secret.

“So, if you don’t want us to talk you out of this foolery, why are you telling us about it?” Kylarai asked, pointing at me accusingly with her fork. “So we can start writing your eulogy?”

“Nope.” I sipped my coffee and beamed a brilliant smile at Ky, receiving a half-assed glare in response. “I just wanted to tell you. You guys are my best friend and my mate. Would you really rather I not tell you? Just for the record, I’m not asking you to back me. I wouldn’t do that.”

“You couldn’t ask me not to,” Shaz spoke up, pinning me with a steely jade stare.

His dessert plate sat empty before him. His crossed arms and stiff posture was only a slight indication of the wolf that paced within him.

I nodded knowingly. “I’d expected as much from you.” I had to smile. I adored my white wolf.

“If you’re really determined to kill Harley, really kill him, then I’m going to be there.

That f**ker bit me. If you’re going in to finish him, I want a piece of the action. And, as much as I hate to say this, I have to: What about Arys?”

I’d been pretty sure that Shaz wouldn’t protest the destruction of the vampire who’d been a royal pain in the ass since his arrival in town. The night Harley and Shaz had tangled was still crystal clear in my memory. When I saw Harley sink those deadly fangs into Shaz, I’d lost it. That’s when I had my shot. I could have killed him then. If Arys hadn’t stopped me… But, he wouldn’t this time.