His fangs scraped over her shoulder, sharply reminding him that he had more than one hunger he ached to satisfy.
Not yet, a voice cautioned from the back of his mind. Feeding during sex was an intimacy that took absolute trust.
Something sadly lacking as far as Laylah was concerned.
With a groan he resisted the compulsion to slide his fangs through the silken skin, and instead shifted to suck one of her straining ni**les between his lips, using his tongue to make her arch and moan in rising passion.
He would eventually have the sweet taste of her blood on his tongue.
Until then, he could sate at least one craving.
Using the tip of his tongue to circle her tightly budded nipple, Tane allowed his fingers to loosen their grip on her hip and stroked down her thigh. He shuddered as she readily parted her legs, allowing him full access. She was already wet and slick, in preparation of his entry.
Thank the gods.
On the point of rolling her onto her back so he could mount her, Tane was caught by surprise when he instead found himself being shoved backward with Laylah straddling him.
“Dammit,” she muttered, her spiked hair a crimson halo about her beautiful face and her eyes smoldering with a savage desire. “Let’s do this.”
He studied flushed cheeks with a narrowed gaze.
His body was screaming with outright approval at her wicked impatience. He rarely bedded aggressive women, but the sight of Laylah perched naked above him, her firm br**sts within easy reach of his mouth and the entrance to her body pressed tantalizingly against his fully aroused cock, was enough to make him grit his teeth against the looming climax.
The slightest shift and this would be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of deal.
“Easy, my sweet,” he coaxed, his fingers cupping her ass as she squirmed against him.
“Easy?” She glared into his tightly clenched expression. “Do you know how long it’s been for me?”
He frowned, something primitive and possessive stirring deep inside him. He didn’t recognize the emotion, but it violently protested the thought of any hand but his touching this woman.
“The cur?” he demanded. He’d intended to leave Caine for Salvatore to kill, but if he’d had his hands on Laylah, then he would drain the bastard himself.
“A convenient partner in crime, but not in bed.” She shivered, her breath coming in tiny pants. “God, I … ache.”
His fingers tightened on her hips. “Hold on.”
She frowned with impatience. “What?”
“You’re not going to pretend you want me just because you’ve been going through a dry spell.”
“What’s wrong, Tane?” she taunted. “Did I hurt your fragile ego?”
“You shouldn’t challenge me, sweet Laylah,” he growled in warning. “Or what?”
A slow smile curved his lips. “I promised I would make you beg.”
“Not even in your wildest … oh … oh …” Her head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as he released a jolt of power. Her nails dug into his chest, the tiny pain making his hips jerk upward in pleasure. “Dammit,” she muttered. “That’s not fair.”
Gripping her hips he stroked her over the hard length of his erection, hissing at the exquisite sensation.
“But you like it,” he said, his hand skimming up the curve of her waist to cup her breast.
“I didn’t say that.”
His smile widened as her soft sigh of encouragement filled the room.
“Your moans of pleasure gave it away.”
She sucked in a deep breath, her eyes opening to reveal a dangerous sparkle in the dark depths.
“Did they? Well, maybe we should discover what you like.”
Before he could guess her intent she was bending forward, deliberately rubbing her br**sts against his chest before brushing her mouth over his lips.
The caress was as soft as a feather, but Tane jerked as if he’d been punched in the gut. It was this woman. Her touch, her scent, her soft sounds of pleasure. It all combined to send his lust into hyperdrive.
Just as gently she parted his lips, running her tongue down the length of his massive fang. He groaned, wondering if she knew what the hell she was doing to him.
“Be careful that you’re not starting something you’re not prepared to finish,” he husked.
“I’m making sure you’re prepared.” She laughed, spreading kisses down his clenched jaw. Then, with an evil disregard for his shattered restraint, she forged a brazen path over his chest and journeyed southward.
His hands clutched the sheet beneath him as she tormented him with light nips and nibbles, touching him everywhere but where he most ached.
Sadist.
Lifting his head off the pillow, he glared down at his tormentor, his words of protest dying on his lips as he caught sight of her beautiful features intent as she concentrated on her self-imposed task and her brilliant hair shimmering like fire.
The mere sight was nearly enough to make him come.
Then her tiny tongue peeked out and she licked him from root to tip.
Tane roared in pleasure, his fingers threading through her hair as her lips parted and she closed around his head, her tongue doing things that threatened to enslave him far more effectively than her Jinn magic.
With an obvious intent to punish him, she explored him with her lips and tongue, her caresses a slow, deliberate exercise in torment.
He moaned, at last grasping her shoulders and hauling her up his body.
“You prepare me anymore and our fun will be over before it’s begun,” he muttered.
She gazed down at him, a smug hint of amusement shimmering in her dark eyes as she straddled his hips.
“What about the famed stamina of vampires? I suppose it was too good to be true?”
His predatory instincts flared. A direct challenge.
With a motion too swift for her to anticipate, Tane rolled so her slender body was trapped beneath him, her hands pressed to his chest and her eyes wide.
“You want stamina?” He brushed his lips along the stubborn line of her jaw and scraped his fangs down the length of her neck. He smiled as she shuddered in reaction. “I can give you all the stamina you’ll ever need.”
“Tane …”
Her words broke off with a sigh as his lips closed over the tip of her breast, his tongue teasing the puckered nipple before trailing down the center of her body, pausing to dip into her belly button before he was arranging himself between her spread legs for the most delectable feast.
Drowning in the scent of her arousal, Tane nibbled at her inner thigh, a smile curving his lips as her soft whimper filled the air.