Dawn of Eve Page 9

  Mother of mercy, he would split me in half with that thing. Yet the thought of him inside me aroused a hunger so deep I throbbed to sink my fingers between my legs and rub fast and hard until I screamed in relief.

  This was madness. I wasn’t a stranger to self-pleasure, but I’d never considered touching myself while someone watched. Salem had put the idea in my head, and now it tantalized me so much I couldn’t stop my hand from creeping down, over my naval, through my curls—

  “Fuck, Dawn.” His arm flew out, and he clutched the edge of the sink beside him. “You’re killing me.”

  I snapped my gaze up and gasped. His fangs had lengthened, sharpened, his mouth parting to accommodate the ivory blades. I couldn’t see his veins, but my gums ached in mutual hunger. If I were alone, I might’ve bitten my own wrist just to soothe the discomfort.

  Where the hell did that thought come from? Was he somehow projecting his feelings to me? No, this…whatever this was felt like it was coming from a place deep inside me. A confusing, irrational, instinctual place.

  He lowered his head, his eyes burning with silver flames as he studied me from beneath sooty brows.

  “I was going to wash you.” He grabbed my arm and pushed the soap against my palm. “But I’m not…” He released me, stepping back and bumping into the sink. “I need to…take the edge off…before I…”

  I didn’t need him to finish that sentence. His muscles bunched, his face taut and feet planted wide, like a man facing battle. He stood tall and commanding as his gaze devoured my form, each sweep returning to my hand where it hovered over the ache between my legs. But he was unraveling, evidenced by the heave of his breaths, the bob of his Adam’s apple, and the shaking in his fingers as he gripped his erection.

  With a backward step, I slipped beneath the icy water, hoping it would jolt some sense back into me. The brutal cold only made my nipples pucker tighter and my body tremble. When the frigid water soaked through my hair and hit my neck, I gasped. His liquid-metal eyes zeroed in on my mouth.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, but dammit, you’re testing me. You’re…” He fisted his length in a white-knuckled grip. “So fucking…” His hand made a swift stroke. “Insanely.” Stroke, stroke. “Beautiful.”

  His heated words shocked my heart, but what left me paralyzed was the brazen way he began to viciously fuck his hand. This man knew no boundaries, and his confidence promised a surfeit of sexual experience.

  I won’t be gentle.

  He could introduce me to things I would’ve never consented to had we met under different circumstances. But here we stood on neutral turf, naked and needy with nowhere to go, no excuse to hide.

  My hands moved with purpose, rubbing the soap across my skin, through my hair, and between my legs. I wanted to be clean for no other reason than to please him. Maybe that was wrong. Heaven help me, the Resistance soldiers would clench their intolerant assholes if they knew what their leader was contemplating. A bloodsucker was an enemy. Intimacy with an enemy was forbidden. And forbidden was wrong.

  I didn’t care.

  I needed to stop thinking in terms of wrong and right. My mother had fanged lovers. Three of them! She’d feared Michio the first time she saw his altered canines, had even hurled knives at him. But in the end, she’d clawed through the Drone’s mental barricades to save Michio’s life.

  Salem snarled past clenched fangs, his hand flying over his cock with brutal speed. Abs contracting and hips thrusting into each downward stroke, he stared at my pussy like he was seconds from eating me whole.

  Behold the incarnation of danger in all its infernal glory, a predator on the cusp of breaking his tenuous leash, his focus centered on his fluttery-hearted prey. My stomach hardened, and my pulse elevated, but beneath the fear surged a rush of raucous energy. I lived for adventure, and nothing was more thrilling than crashing through barricades on a fast horse and flinging arrows at that which I feared most.

  And I knew exactly which horse I wanted to ride.

  I let the soap thunk to the floor, blindly reached behind me, and shut off the water. His strokes faltered then sped up with renewed fury. Excitement blazed in his eyes, the heat in them chasing the chill from my skin.

  A hard swallow, two steps forward, and I sank to my knees with my mouth an inch from his cock.

  “Give it to me.” I slid trembling fingers along his, closing over his grip.

  “Take it.” Ruthless fists ensnared my hair, holding me captive as he thrust between my parted lips.

  His broad head punched the back of my throat hard enough to make my eyes burn. I choked, and my hands shot to his thighs, pushing him away as I tried to control my gag reflex. He was too invasive, too big, far more than I’d expected. What was I thinking?

  He held me immobile, his fingers twisting in my hair and stinging my scalp as he hammered against my throat over and over. I gulped for air, whimpered, and writhed, my knees slipping painfully on the concrete. The more I fought, the harder he drove his hips, as if my struggling excited him.

  Bite, bite, bite whispered through my mind, but I slapped it away. I’d put myself in this position because I wanted to pleasure him, not castrate him.

  I tightened my hands around the flanks of his thighs and relaxed my jaw, my throat, and finally, my fingers. Timing my breaths with his thrusts, I stopped fighting, stopped thinking, and let him guide me through my first blow job.

  His hands shook as they supported my head, and the trim of his hair brushed my nose with the scent of musk and man. I lost myself in the feel of him stretching my mouth, sliding over my tongue, and embedding my taste buds with the salty essence of his skin.

  Soon, my throat grew numb. The pain was still there, but something else bloomed at the edges. Maybe it was the thrill in unfamiliar intimacy or the feel of his powerful body beneath my hands and between my lips. Whatever it was turned my muscles to jelly and melted my insides into a pool of throbbing heat.

  I instinctively swirled my tongue and tightened my lips, carefully guarding my teeth as I sucked. Oh man, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I’d practiced in my head a million times over the years. Suck, lick, watch the teeth. I’ve got this.

  “Fuck.” His hips jerked, and his chest vibrated with an agonized moan.

  The sound was diabolical. His scent—intoxicating. His cock—heavy, throbbing, weeping sinfully in my mouth. He slowed for a moment, and I lapped at the glans, humming. He shifted his feet, spreading wider, and burst into rapid, furious thrusts. All I could do was hold on. His urgency slammed into overdrive, each thrust making me hotter, more soaked between my legs, and oh-so quivery in all the right places.

  Soft thumbs stroked my temples, at odds with the cruel drive of his hips. “Damn you and your greedy mouth.”

  His thighs shuddered beneath my hands, and he rammed deep, stopped. Balls pressed against my chin, he dropped his head back and released a loud animalistic groan.

  Salty ejaculate coated my tongue. I swallowed, shocked by the quantity, the curious taste, and the realization that I wanted to do it again.

  He slipped from my mouth, and I wriggled my aching jaw. He hadn’t caught his breath, but his fangs seemed smaller, less threatening. He gripped my elbow and helped me up, his hooded gaze lazily moving over my body like lava.

  “You’ve never done that before?” Disbelief rasped through his voice.

  “No.” My lips thinned with irritation.

  I was starting to resent the prospect that he’d shared all kinds of intimacy with however many others. Meanwhile, every step I took with him felt like a momentous discovery. It put me at a vulnerable disadvantage, making him more significant to me than I was to him.

  But that wasn’t the only thing twisting me into an agitated state. The molten heat pounding between my legs hadn’t ebbed. My skin felt hypersensitive. My nipples jutted hard and painfully, and the flames burning inside me roared with a vengeance.

  He rested his ass against the edge of the sink and pulled me int
o the spread of his legs. His erect cock lay between the press of our lower bodies.

  I tried not to stare, but he looked unbelievably harder. “Didn’t your, uh…release take the edge off?”

  “Normally…” He glanced down, brows pinching. “It would.” When he lifted his head, his eyes flashed with an efflorescence of blinding white. “Your fucking mouth had the opposite effect.”

  I didn’t like his accusatory tone, but a smile twitched on my lips, because wow. High five to my oral skills. Who knew?

  With a strangled growl, he grabbed my neck and caught my grin in a demanding kiss. I melted against him, and the world narrowed to the heat of his mouth and the hammer of his heart. Logic fled, consequences evaporated, and desire took over in a collision of tongues and dueling breaths.

  Strong fingers seized the backs of my thighs, and the floor fell away. The walls spun around me as he moved with superhuman speed, out of the bathroom and through the main room. As though a mystical force kept our lips joined, the kiss didn’t falter when my back hit the bedding on the floor. He followed me down, chest to chest, the weight of his body blanketing me in a heavy comfort.

  With my legs closed and trapped between his thighs, I explored his mouth for an eternity. Despite the swollen erection against my belly, he seemed content to do the same, licking and sucking, with his fists in my hair and hips rocking with greedy enthusiasm.

  The erratic tempo of our breaths saturated the room as I swept my hands down his muscled back and gripped his gorgeous ass. The air deserted my lungs. Holy shit, he was hard. Hard everywhere. The feel of his chiseled body and the sounds of his groans smothered me in desire.

  I wanted…I needed… “Salem.”

  He broke the kiss and rose slightly, straddling my hips. When our eyes connected, I indulged in the luminous pull of his, and my heart took off in a tailspin.

  “My turn.” Each word was full of gravel, tumbling from fanged lips.

  His gaze drifted south, tracing my parted mouth, the bob in my throat, and the heave of my breasts. He lowered his head, and my nipples throbbed. He drew one into his wet mouth, and my entire chest caught fire. The sucking sensation roused a vigorous pulse in my womb, like an invisible string connected his lips to my deepest, most ravenous hot spots.

  He slid down my legs, kissing and licking erogenous zones I didn’t even know existed. I arched my back, shuddering against the overload of stimulation. My hands clutched at his shoulders, and my knees shook against his calves. Sweet fucking fuck, his skilled tongue seemed to know every locus of pleasure, dipping into the curves of my waist, trailing around my hipbones, and swirling in the valley of my compressed thighs.

  He’s going to kiss me there. The thought hijacked my brain and froze my lungs. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

  Eddie’s veterinarian mother, Shea, gave me regular vaginal exams to spare Michio that awkward task. But that was different. Like, why-am-I-thinking-about-that, it’s-not-in-the-same-galaxy different.

  Salem gripped my knee and leaned to the side, tugging my leg out from under him. I tensed with uncertainty, but he overpowered, opening me up to his searing gaze.

  “What do you think, oh golden-eyed savior of mankind?” He pressed his nose against my cleft and inhaled. “Are you ready to come on my tongue?”

  My heart did this skippy dippy fuzzy woozy thing, and I wheezed a strained laugh.

  Positioning his shoulders between my thighs, he met my eyes. “Breathe.”

  “Yep. No problem.” I exhaled sharply and fisted my hands in the furs beneath me.

  Without looking away, he dragged the backs of his fingers down my naval and through my red curls. He did it again and again, each time teasing a swelling scorch of need toward the place I needed him most. I tried to hold still, but my hunger was so sharp and impatient I squirmed beneath his touch, whimpering on the verge of begging.

  His formidable jawline tightened, the curve of his lips flattening in a fierce line. Rebellious black hair hung in wet strands across his knitted brow, and his luminous eyes narrowed with concentration as they lowered.

  He shifted between my legs, one hand sliding up to cup my breast while the other sank out of view. Heat brushed my sensitive slit. His fingers. Slipping through my drenched folds. Circling my entrance. Stretching and spreading my arousal. Lighting me from the inside out.

  “Your cunt is so…small.” His voice was a silken whisper. “So fucking wet.”

  He breached my opening. One finger. Two. Biting pleasure tore through my body, and I moaned, heart thundering. A storm in my chest. Bolts of lightning across my skin. Then his lips, strikingly hot and wet. A suction of sweltering heat. Gliding and sucking. When his tongue dipped, I cried out and grabbed his hair.

  He caught my hands and pressed them against the bedding at my sides.

  “Don’t push me.” His gaze sharpened. “Unless you want my bite”—he rolled his tongue around my clit and sucked—“here.”

  I bucked my hips against the sensation, writhing at the thought of his fangs sinking into my engorged bundle of nerves. Slick heat rushed between my thighs, the sudden need for his bite so insanely potent it made no sense.

  His breath vibrated across my skin, and I knew he felt the answering quiver in mine. He watched me with an intensity that sharpened his fangs and flared his nostrils.

  If he wanted to bite me, why was he holding back? He’d already consumed my blood when he licked my wound. Was he worried about draining me? Something else? I’d survived numerous bites without infection, but he wasn’t a hybrid. When Michio had injected me with his venom, I had no reaction. But Salem was…I didn’t know.

  Blood as an essential food source was a conversation we needed to have. Later.

  I shook my head.

  Something flickered in his gaze. Disappointment? Relief? “Then don’t move.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  With my fingers buried in the furs, I closed my eyes and tracked the smooth slide of his jaw against my inner thigh. The hot sweep of his breath along my drenched flesh. The curl of his tongue deep inside me.

  When his lips found my clit with delicious precision, my eyes shot open and my ass flew off the floor. He caught my hips, pressing me down and holding me in place as he licked and sucked and drove me out of my mind. Tingling urgency swelled in my core, growing bigger, stronger, racing my heart, and riling my nerve endings.

  His thumbs joined in and parted my folds, teasing the breach of my body. Strong fingers framed my mound as he glided those thumbs in a sensual stirring motion, up and down and around my opening, gathering moisture and kneading in tandem along either side of my clit. I groaned against the incredible sensation, and he released my bud, dipping, stirring, only to return and massage it again. Catch. Release. Stroke. Repeat. His expert caress stole my breath, the pressure ruthlessly precise, the technique indescribable.

  I strained toward his touch, needing him closer and inside. Then he was there, penetrating me with wicked strokes, fingertips, knuckles, rubbing my channel into a fit of spasms. As his tongue plunged and flicked, I wanted to howl with demands. Faster. Rougher. Deeper. Now.

  “Whatever you’re doing…” I sucked air and ground against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

  “Beg.” His rogue smile twitched against my pussy, the fucking sadist.

  “Please!” punched past my lips, but my tone sounded like Now! I softened my voice. “Please, keep going. Right there, right there…”

  Holy hell, I was a breathy, gooey puddle of need. His erotic kisses shattered my reserve, turning me into a wanton creature. I didn’t care. I loved the way my body felt beneath his mouth, loved how his eyes burned when I moaned. And I loved the fragile precipice he dangled me on. I clung to the edge for infinite moments in pure bliss. Until he ran his tongue up my center and latched onto my clit.

  I exploded. Pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced released forcefully and violently through my body, surging white-hot electricity to my fingers and toes. I sc
reamed through the shock waves, my voice unrecognizable, spine arching, and muscles clamping around his fingers.

  He groaned against my sensitize flesh and continued to fuck me with his fingers, his lips moving faster, more aggressively against my clit. I bucked and thrashed. It was too much, too soon. But he didn’t ease up, didn’t give me a second to bask in the aftermath.

  He didn’t relent through the next climax either. Or the one after that.

  His endurance was boundless, his energy inhuman, and he proved it by holding me in a state of ecstasy for hours. His mouth did insidious things to my focus. A mouth made to gratify the drives of womanly hunger. I lost track of time and orgasms. My brain melted into mush. My body lolled, sated and buzzing, and still, he didn’t slow.

  Sprawled beneath the relentless tongue on my breast, I touched his chin and tipped his face up.

  “Enough, Salem.” My voice was raw, hoarse from screaming. “What’re you doing?”

  “Enjoying your gorgeous body.” He licked my nipple. “Passing the time in the best way possible.” A kiss to my breastbone. “Breaking you in.”

  “Congratulations.” I dropped my arm from his face, too damn exhausted to hold it up. “I’m broken.”

  “No, you’re not.” He slid up my chest, his talented hands roaming my body as he buried his nose in my neck. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

  I groaned. “Damn your superhuman stamina.”

  “I’ve never heard a complaint.”

  Tension shot through my jaw, and I shut my eyes, cursing my irrational jealousy.

  He cupped my face, nudging it until I opened my eyes. “One more.”

  One more orgasm? “No, Salem, I can’t. You sucked me dry.” I threw my arms and legs around him like a dying monkey and pulled until he let his weight fall against me. “Let’s snuggle. And sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.”

  “You can sleep…after you suck me dry.” He broke my embrace and climbed toward my head. “Open your pretty mouth.”

  He straddled my shoulders, and his cock jutted above my face, so swollen and red I felt a pinch of guilt. He’d stroked and licked me through countless orgasms—hours of rippling pleasure without biting me, fucking me, or taking his own release.