Ready for the next Nora and Jared scene? This one is, um, not for the faint of heart? It's more on the Ash and Rip level of hotness than the McKenzie level, if you know what I mean. lol
As always, rough draft warning
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Nora and Jared #2
They entered an upscale furniture store. Temporary walls cut dark swaths through the large space, dividing it into displays of bedrooms, dining rooms, living rooms, and more.
Nora spotted the kitchen area complete with appliances and granite counter tops to her right. She was about to step that way when the vampire pressed against her back. That was dangerous, to have an enemy behind her.
His hands touched her elbows, then lightly skated up her arms. He moved aside her long hair, draping it over her shoulder, leaving her neck exposed to the cool air. Exposed to him.
He’d agreed to no blood. She stood still, wondering if he would keep his word. If he didn’t, killing him would be completely justified. But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it, that edge of danger, of anticipation.
His lips touched her skin, but no teeth pierced her. Instead, he placed a hand on her hip, guiding her to the left.
To the left where the beds were.
No. Too intimate. This wouldn’t be gentle touches on a soft mattress. This would be raw, frenzied sex. A release and nothing else.
She changed their direction, aiming instead for the mock kitchen.
He let her go three steps before he rerouted them again, this time toward the living room area.
She growled low in her throat and pulled him back toward the kitchen. She wanted hard surfaces. Cold granite.
He spun her toward him. His hands tightened on her arms and he stalked forward, forcing her backward.
“My choice,” she snarled.
“No.” He continued moving her back, manhandling her, until she hit a couch. She almost lost her balance, but widened her stance at the last second and stood her ground.
His hand fisted in her hair. His gaze pierced hers. “I will have you here.”
He swept her feet out from under her. She landed on a soft chaise lounge, the vampire on top of her.
She thrust her knee up and into his groin. He moved just in time, shifting so that she felt him against her.
Desire flooded her body, but she would be the one to use this vampire, not the other way around. She threw her weight to the side, rolling them off the lounge and onto the fake wood floor.
Somehow he ended up on top again, this time with his hand pillowed beneath the back of her head, keeping it from cracking against the ground.
She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into the hard muscles beneath his black shirt.
“Have you changed your mind?” the vampire asked, his voice and his expression cold.
In answer, she tore his shirt, ripping it open to reveal his well-sculpted body. Smooth in the right places, hard and defined in the others.
She leaned up, letting him pull her shirt off over her head, letting him push up her skirt. His hand moved up her thigh and finally reached the spot where she had wanted him before.
His thumb moved across her, up and down, then a quiet vibration rumbled through him. It was almost imperceptible, like he was unaccustomed to making sounds of pleasure.
“You are wet, wolf.”
“You talk too much, vampire.”
Another small sound, possibly a snort. “That is not an accusation I hear often.”
He slipped his thumb beneath her panties.
She pressed her hips forward, needing more.
The hand beneath her head tightened in her hair again. His gaze rose from his thumb’s movements below, lingered on her breasts, then moved to her face. He had complete control over his expression. She tried to keep control over hers, but she was growing impatient.
He maintained eye contact a second too long, triggering her wolf instincts, her need to challenge him. She started to sit up, determined to dominate the rest of this exchange, but he brought his lips to her throat. He sucked at her skin, buying himself another second, then his mouth moved to her pulse.
His teeth scraped her skin. His tongue traced her artery’s path.
“I promised no blood,” he whispered. He nipped at her ear, a sharp sensation that heightened her need. “You may retract your request at any time.”
He slid a finger inside her. Another joined it, pressing and circling and inciting slowly. Too slowly.
She growled and rolled them, bumping into the legs of a coffee table. His hand slid away from her. She slanted her mouth over his in a fierce, demanding kiss.
For one brief instant, it felt like there was a surprised pause in his ministrations, like he hadn’t expected her lips to meet his. Then it passed and he ripped her panties away. Both hands ran over the curves of her ass and he squeezed as he returned the kiss.
She fumbled with his belt, distracted by his mouth and his touch and his provocative scent.
He moved aside her hands and unfastened the buckle like he had all the time in the world. That was the problem with vampires. They were never rushed.
She jerked at his pants. He didn’t help her slide them off. He rose, lifted her with him, then laid her down on the chaise lounge.
The bastard wanted to be dominant.
He shed the rest of his clothes when he came to her. She sat up, almost knocking her head against his, but he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down.
“Not here,” she said. The words came out breathless. They would have been stronger if he hadn’t slid himself between her legs, letting her feel how hard she had made him.
“Here or not at all. You have three seconds to tell me no.”
Her eyes narrowed. She ached for this, for him, but she would be damned if she let him decide—
He thrust into her.
The power behind the movement knocked the air from her lungs. It didn’t knock the fight from her though. She dug her nails into his skin again, raking down his chest in an attempt to regain control. He withdrew almost completely then slammed into her again.
All those nerve endings lit up, making her arch into him, needing more of that slick, smooth friction. He gave it to her, angling just right. She let her knees fall apart, taking him deeper. He was hot between her legs, something that surprised her. She’d never been with a vampire before, only her own kind and a few humans. This was different. This was carnal. This was deliciously lewd.
She met him thrust for thrust, watching his too tightly controlled expression. His eyes betrayed him though. They held an anticipation of release, a yearning, a revelry in the feel of her body cinched around him.
She gasped when he adjusted his angle again. He was good—better than anyone she’d had in a long time—and she was close to breaking apart.
The scent of sex and pheromones and something else teased her senses higher. Her gaze caught on his chest. She’d dug her nails in deeper than she’d thought. Blood welled from a line over the tensed muscles, beading until one red drop splashed onto the swell of her breast.
His eyes locked on it.
Her mouth watered for a taste.
She leaned forward.
“Careful,” the vampire warned.
She hesitated. She’d said no blood, but she’d meant only hers. Perhaps he’d agreed to the abstinence so quickly because he hadn’t wanted to give her his either. Some of the Aged were particular about who they allowed to taste them. Young vampires were attracted to the power of old blood. Humans could easily become addicted, but Nora was strong and dominant and used to getting what she wanted.
And she wanted to lick.
She stubbornly leaned up then drew her tongue along the almost healed scrape.
He bloomed inside her mouth, an exotic, erotic taste of promise and passion and pleasure. She almost came right then. Only her willpower held her together because she wouldn’t let go first; she would make him come when she did.
He sat up suddenly, swinging her into his lap as he leaned against the back of the chaise lounge.
She positioned her knees to either side of him and rocked her body against his. Yes, this was what she needed, the dominant position, the power to control when this would end.
Her breasts were at the vampire’s eye level. She still wore her black lace bra. He pulled down one side and fastened his mouth over her nipple. Sucked.
She rocked harder against him.
His fangs scraped her skin. Almost there.
She increased her rhythm. His hands locked on her hips, helping her lift and slide and crash against him.
That stoic expression he’d worn since the beginning of the evening wavered. His lips parted. The muscles in his neck and shoulders tightened.
Pleasure surged, breaking her apart. Her body pulsed with hard, hot aftershocks, aftershocks that the vampire thrust into, his own release amplifying hers.
She went languid in his arms, her muscles spent for one short, blissful moment. She turned her face to the side, felt satisfaction that his breaths were quicker than normal, matching hers, and she heard the short, intermittent thump of his heartbeat. It would never race like hers, but the fact that it came several times in the minute she had her ear pressed against his chest showed just how much she’d affected him.
“Your composure broke, vampire,” she said, pushing up to stare down at him. His cool, unaffected expression was back in place.
“Next time,” he said, “you will scream my name.”
She snorted then slid off him. “There won’t be a next time.”
She didn’t even know his name, and she didn’t want to. She smoothed down the skirt he’d hiked up and scanned the ground for the rest of her clothes. All she found was her now useless panties.
The vampire had found his pants. He dressed himself in that measured, unhurried way of his.
That annoying way of his. And where the hell was her shirt? It was time to return to her friends, to have a drink or three or four, and to decide if this interlude had been a good idea or a bad one.
She turned around, still looking for her—
The vampire held her shirt. She took the two steps toward him to snatch it away, only he didn’t let go.
She gave him her coldest glare. His was equally chilly. They stayed like that, staring at each other for half a dozen of her heartbeats before he released the material.
She slipped the thin fabric on. She’d left her purse at the table with her friends. Her shoes were near the furniture store’s back door. She headed that way without another word to the vampire then slipped on one heeled sandal then the next.
She was almost outside before she turned around. The vampire stood there watching her.
“That was a nice interlude.” She said the words as if they had just sat down for an impromptu brunch.
The vampire smiled. “My name is Jared.”
Her whole body went cold as shock reverberated through her.
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