Only Vampires Cry Blood (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #3)(9)

As if he knew my protest was coming, he continued to kiss me hungrily, like he simply couldn't get enough. The last of my pathetic attempt at resistance vanished when he wasted no time in ridding me of my clothing. Without a care, he tossed each item I wore as he removed it.

My mind kept trying to form words, to say something, anything, after the last thing he'd said to me. Nothing sensible would come when he cupped my br**sts and nipped his way down my neck. Drawing one of my ni**les into his mouth, he sucked hard on it until it stood firm. I couldn't hold back the moan I'd been trying to deny. Like I knew it would, the sound fed his ego, and he moved to my other breast where he bit at it aggressively.

A low growl came from him when he stepped back and peeled his shirt off. His eyes never left me, and I felt the weight of them as he savored the sight of me sitting naked on the edge of the table.

Those crazy wolf eyes looked all wrong on Arys. They were my eyes. My eyes often turned his peculiar vampire blue when his power was riding me hard, but the reverse seemed much more unnatural. He wore this startling expression, one that made me feel hunted. I shifted nervously, my pulse racing when he shed his blue jeans.

Everything about this scenario was very controlled, yet I held none of the strings being pulled. This was about Arys enforcing his will on me through a physical act, yet knowing that, I still tensed with anticipation when he nudged my legs apart so he could stand between them.

His hand slid through my hair to stroke the back of my neck. Even though our groins matched up, he was taller than I was, and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. I reached out to run my hands down his stomach, and he surprised me by jerking my head roughly to the side. Baring my neck, he was on me fast, sinking his fangs in one smooth and painful motion.

I yelped, absolutely shocked that he’d bit me. It was nothing new, but it didn't usually happen like this. I hadn't been ready or willing in any way. The defenses of the wolf inside me were instantaneous. Claws sprouted from my fingertips, and my fangs were suddenly there, long and razor sharp. A snarl erupted from me, and Arys chuckled low in his throat as my blood spilled.

This was what he wanted. To abandon any semblance of human play and go for the bloodshed and brutality. After the corner he'd backed me into during our conversation, I was more than ready to play a little rough. If I had more inner strength, I would have told him to please himself and leave me out of it. As it was, my body was reacting of its own accord.

The agonizing pain seemed to scorch a path from where his fangs were still embedded in my flesh all the way to the pit of my stomach. Arys slid a hand between my thighs and thrust two fingers inside me, forcing a small animal-like sound from me. I was relatively immobile, and he seemed to prefer it that way.

Gripping my hips, he pulled my ass closer to the edge of the table. The motion jerked me hard against him, and I reached out with a clawed hand to brace myself. Five bloody scratches marred his chest, but he paid them no attention.

I wasn't surprised when he skipped the traditional foreplay. Finding me wet enough, he quickly replaced his fingers with his shaft. I resisted, but only to make it a challenge for him. He pushed against my hot opening, hard and ready. I squirmed, teasing him, and he released his hold on my wounded neck.

The blood spilled down my neck and chest, trailing several crimson lines down my breast to my stomach. He held tight to my hair, as if he planned to control my movements by keeping a tight grip on my head, as if I were an angry snake. My blood was smeared on his fangs and lower lip. I watched as he slowly licked at the remnants.

The look he fixed on me was deadly. He leaned in close, forcing me backwards until I lay flat upon the table. Only then did he release my hair. With a hand hooked under each of my hips, he fiercely plunged inside me so that I was suddenly filled with him.

The sounds I made seemed to encourage him, and he withdrew slowly only to thrust deep into me again.

Every thrust was rougher than the last. No human woman would ever have been able to take this kind of aggressiveness, but for me, that pain was also pleasure. It spoke to the animal inside me, raw and hungry. Arys pounded into me faster until I was crying out his name.

I felt him twitch inside me, as if his climax was building steadily now. I hated that he had me pressed against the tabletop. I wanted to sit up and feel his body against mine.

And, he damn well knew it.

He held me down so that I could only lay there while he had his way with me. I reached for him, my claws digging into his forearms. The scent of blood and sex filled the room. The orgasm that built up inside me hit hard and fast, crashing down over me like a tidal wave. The intensity of it turned my moans to small cries mingled with howls.

I ached in so many places, but it was euphoric and left me feeling like I floated among the clouds.

Arys groaned and leaned down over me so that his face was pressed to my chest. He licked softly at the blood that stained my pale skin. My arms went around him, and I held him tightly to me as he filled me with his hot release.

It seemed like an eternity passed as I listened to the hum of energy around us. Arys leisurely licked at the punctures he'd left in my neck. When he'd had enough, he attempted to kiss me, despite the four fangs in my mouth that made it difficult.

“I love you,” he murmured against my lips.

He hadn't said that to me in over a month, as it just wasn't part of our day to day as it was with Shaz and me. It got my attention as the sexual haze began to wear off.