Wild and Free (The Three #3)(66)

Her head dropped back, her hair falling down, whispering against his arms.

“Drink,” she breathed.

“*cat, no. Had you yesterday. Too soon,” he forced out, wanting her blood, wanting it surging into his mouth every time he drove his cock home, but knowing he couldn’t have it.

She lifted her head again, her eyes attempting focus but failing.

She was gone.

It was magnificent.

“Draw from me,” she ordered, but her voice was vague.

“Can’t, baby.”

Her * gripped his dick so tight it was a miracle he didn’t come instantly.

“Draw,” she begged on a whimper.

Fuck.

He was powerless not to. She wanted it. He wanted it. And her cunt was demanding it.

He slid a hand up her back, tangled it in her hair, tugged, getting her throat, and he went in. Licking her, preparing her, her * rippled against his cock. Then he bared his fangs and tore through.

She cried out, her fingers driving up and fisting in his hair, her wet drenching both of them as she came hard.

He drove harder, her blood flooding his mouth with each thrust into her slick tightness, f*cking, f*cking ecstasy.

Abel felt it moving over him. He swept her wounds with his tongue, buried his face in her neck, his cock in her cunt, and groaned rough against her skin when he shot deep inside her.

When he came down, she was stroking his hair with one hand, had the other one stroking his lower spine, and had wrapped her calves around his ass.

“Don’t do that again.”

Her hands stopped moving and her body stiffened.

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes. “Love your blood, Lilah. But don’t do that again.”

“Abel—”

“You got me wrapped around your finger and it goes without saying, my dick is buried inside you, your cunt takes control. Give you anything to take you there. But it’s not safe for me to draw from you too often.”

She gripped his neck again and assured, “I’m not woozy from yesterday or anything.”

He shook his head and pulled her closer in hopes of driving his point home. “Askin’ you this ’cause it’s important to me. I get you like it; you come the instant I tear through. You can want it. I’m f*ckin’ beside myself that you do. You can have it. But you gotta help me take care of you.”

She held his gaze before she nodded.

He relaxed.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Heat of the moment, bao bei,” he replied gently. “Just need to be aware in future moments.”

She grinned at him.

He grinned back, his eyes dropped to her mouth, then he put his lips there. He kissed her deep and wet and she kissed him back the same way.

In order of preference: cunt, blood, mouth—that’s the way he liked the taste of Delilah.

When he lifted his head, he said, “Now, we’re takin’ a shower.”

That didn’t get him a grin.

That got him a smile.

Fuck, his Delilah.

Better than a dream.

*

At two to nine, Abel prowled the dining room of Jian-Li’s restaurant.

Hooker and his boys were in the alley, prepared for the meeting (that being heavily armed with knives and guns) and chain-smoking.

Xun and Wei were in the kitchen, also heavily armed, with swords crossed on their backs.

Chen, also ready, was at the front door, keeping watch.

Delilah and Jian-Li were sitting at a round table in the middle of the room. Carafes of coffee, cups, jugs of cream, bowls of sugar, pastries Jian-Li had demanded Xun go out to get on platters, all of this was on the table, the women sipping coffee and gabbing like everything was A-OK.

He fought back the urge to snarl.

“Abel, eat a pastry,” Delilah called.

“Not hungry,” he replied, and he wasn’t. He’d had her blood, which meant he’d had a gourmet breakfast. He didn’t need a f*cking pastry.

“Honey—” she started, but he turned his eyes to her and she snapped her mouth shut.

She then gave big eyes to Jian-Li, who replied by shaking her head and taking a sip of her tea.

Abel tensed.

Then he called to the back, “They’re here.”

“This is kinda exciting,” Delilah whispered.

“I agree,” Jian-Li replied.

Fuck.

“SUV’s pullin’ up,” Chen confirmed from the front.

Fuck.

He heard and smelled the men coming in from the back.

Abel moved to position himself between the door and the table where his women were sitting.

He saw Chen standing at the front door, eyes to him.

Abel nodded.

Chen nodded back and turned to the door. He saw his brother take in a deep breath, then he opened it.

The scent of vampire and wolf drifted through.

Abel successfully fought his fangs extending and stood braced.

They came in: Vampire one, his human bride, male wolf, his she-wolf queen, and last, vampires two and three.

All the males’ eyes were on him.

The females moved directly to the round table, Sonia greeting, “Hey! Good morning,” with Leah’s greeting being, “Oh thank God! Coffee and pastries.”

Even as this happened and he heard chairs scraping, dishes clinking, his mate and Jian-Li returning greetings, Abel didn’t take his eyes off the males.