He changed the angle a little, pushing, testing the limits of her throat. She gagged a little, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingernails dug into his thighs even as she held herself there, accepting all he gave her.
Another time, he’d allow himself to do this gently, to let her set the pace and explore his body for as long as she liked. But thiswasa punishment, and they were running out of time before the next fight started.
The suction of her mouth and the hot glide of her tongue were enough to get him off, but neither compared to the look in her watering eyes as she gazed up at him. With his cock in her mouth, her red lips stretched taut around the shaft, and that adoring, trusting expression in her eyes that was so very different from the attitude she threw at him…
Luis pushed deeper, gradually weakening the muscles guarding the back of her throat. Every time it bordered on being too much, he pulled back a little, letting her breath before he inevitably pressed on. When he finally felt the tight clasp of her throat around his cockhead, a swell of triumph expanded in his chest.
He held himself there for a moment, sweat gathering beneath his dress shirt, and growled, “When we’re together, you don’t have any worries. You don’t have any burdens. You don’t have anything besides pleasure. Whatever secret you’re keeping and whatever drove you here — it’s all mine now. Becauseyouare mine.”
He pulled back sharply, allowing her the chance to breathe. With the tip of his cock resting on the swollen, lipstick smeared pillow of her bottom lip, he ordered, “You’re going to be a good girl and swallow. Understood?”
Francesca let out a shuddering exhale. “Yes,” she whispered, tongue darting to brush the seam.
Luis clenched his jaw against the fiery pain in his fangs as he pushed past her lips once again. He set a punishing pace this time, using her lips, tongue, and throat to chase the brutal orgasm building in his gut.
She’s mine,his mind repeated over and over again.No matter what anyone else thinks, she’s mine. I’ll protect her. I’ll fuck her. I’ll feed from her. I’ll breed her when the time is right. She’s mine, mine, mineminemine?—
He came with a groan. His release painted the back of her throat and tongue. It was a little too much for her to handle. Milky seed dripped from the corner of her mouth to splash onto the plump breasts exposed by her low neckline. Another mark.
Shuddering and breathless, he extracted himself from her mouth and collapsed onto the couch. Sweat cooled on his skin as he tried to get his bearings again. The need to look after her, to coddle her, was a bone-deep hum.
“Come here, good girl. Let your man hold you for a minute,” he breathed. Luis reached for her, nearly desperate to hug her close and praise her for doing so well, but he didn’t get the chance.
Francesca sprang up from the floor. Rosy-cheeked, disheveled, and still dripping with his release, she smeared the back of her hand across her smudged lips. Rebellion glittered in those watery eyes.
He knew what she was going to do approximately half a second too late.
Reaction time a little dulled by a mind-numbing orgasm, he couldn’t quite catch her before she darted off again. Snatching her shoes off the floor by the door, she pointed a rigid finger at him much the same way that Maxine did.
“You arenotmy vampire or my man,” she hoarsely declared. “You’re just the guy who doesn’t wash his towels as much as he should, and I don’t owe you shit for signing up to save me from a thing I volunteered for.”
Luis stared, gobsmacked, as she flounced out the door — only to stick her head back in not a second later.
Giving him a superior look, she added, “Oh, and by the way, Idon’towe anyone money. I’ve got elderly parents and shit I want to do, just like everybody else who isn’t lucky enough to have a penthouse they use as a sex palace,thankyouverymuch.”
The door slammed shut, leaving Luis to stare at it in astonishment.
“Sex palace?” He blinked several times before, with a disgruntled sound from deep in his chest, he bellowed, “Washing your towels once a week isperfectly acceptable!”
THIRTEEN
Raphael Bray’sproxy was a big son of a bitch. While muscle didn’t matter so much in a fight like theirs, reach did. Luis wasn’t exactly short, but Jacob had to have some orc or elf in him somewhere, since he topped out around seven feet tall.
Fuck,he thought, dodging yet another near-miss of the behemoth’s claws.
In theory, the rounds weren’t difficult. There weren’t any rules, and even a glancing blow could end a fight before it truly began. If one had speed and confidence on their side, they could outfox an opponent with relative ease.
The trick, however, came from the same reason the spectators became more fervent with every round: it wasexhausting.
If a match went on long enough, reaction times slowed. Mistakes were made. And since the fights were nearly back to back, with only an hour between them, that exhaustion mounted for the winners. They went to the final match far less capable than they’d gone into the first. The odds shifted, and bets fluctuated wildly as speculation over who would slip up and who would come in with a surprise finish moved through the crowd.
Luis ducked under another massive swing. He had to be careful not to lose his footing and even more careful to not allow himself to be backed into a corner. That required constant movement. Ten minutes into the round and Luis had begun to sweat as he tried again and again to find an opening in Jacob’s defenses.
The other vampire wasn’t fast, which was an obvious disadvantage, but his reach more than made up for it. Any attempt to get close put him within swiping distance long before Luis could touch him.
They’d been circling each other for a while, Jacob stalking and Luis darting from side to side. Neither seemed to be making any headway in wearing down the other and both were rapidly tiring.
Thoughts bombarded him, coming out of the ether in vicious blows that mirrored Jacob’s.