Crimson Born 18+ Excerpt
Brett gawked as he moved straight to the seduction. "We shouldn't do this here. Too many people."
"Shh. There's a thrill in trying not to get caught." He grinned slowly licking her pulse, fingers skimming over her thigh and hip through the filmy gown.
Brett shivered as he ran his hand over her heated flesh, head falling back to expose more neck to his lapping tongue. "Is it wrong to be jealous of the women you've taken in these booths before?"
"No. Means ye have feelings for me" he whispered against her flesh, stroking it with his tongue, sliding his hand up to tease her breast through the sheer webbing.
Brett shuddered, bracing her arms behind her to push her chest into his hand. "I love how you make me feel. Please drink from me. I've never known that kind of pleasure."
He chuckled deeply, pulling back to meet her eyes. "Where?" Fingers caressed her shoulder and throat, tracing the small marks left from the previous night.
Her head lifted slowly, eyes bold with lust. "Wherever you want. This isn't just a Goth club, but one for...your kind, right?
Nodding, he picked her up with ease and placed her on the table. Her hands fell to his shoulders, not sure where she was going until he settled her. "Spread yer thighs."
His voice was deep, pounding through her blood as they locked eyes. She pulled the front dress panel up and over her hip, propping a foot on the edge of the bench. Her thighs spread slowly, watching his face as she did his bidding, the peek of red growing brighter.
Looking to the ceiling he gave thanks to the gods for her, moving in closer to the creamy expanse of flesh. His fingers traced her leg before he kissed the silken skin.
Her eyes closed as his cool lips pressed into her warm flesh, fingers running into his hair, pulling his lips to the sensitive flesh just shy of the thong. She whimpered as soft nips and kisses stalled short of her goal, pleading with her deep blue lust-filled eyes.
Ruark allowed her to see his fangs grow as he met her gaze, licking over her thigh, yanking her thong aside. His breath fanned across her moist silken lips as she panted softly, lifting her hips in invitation. "Someone is a little wanton" he chuckled.
Brett threw her head back on a low moan, hips pushing forward, begging for relief. "Please, Ruark. I've wanted you since I woke. My neck throbs and I want it again."
Smiling smugly he swiftly bit into her flawless thigh. Fangs pierced that sweet flesh to release the ambrosia pounding through her veins. Three fingers thrust into her tight wet sheath at the same moment to pleasure her as he drank.
Brett screamed in primal release, the hot rush of his bite making her buck against his fangs. Inner muscles clenched around the invasion, crying out in complete abandon, riding his hand greedily for release as his soft suckle pulled at her thigh.
Ruark drank slowly but deeply from his lover, allowing her to enjoy the perfection that was his dark kiss. Fingers thrust into her, keeping her full as he took what she freely offered. Her life's fluid was so sweet he wondered how he would live without it for the few days he must give her to recover. His eyes closed enjoying the taste, fingers stroking deep to reach her g-spot as his thumb circled her bud of pleasure.
Brett purred in the back of her throat, riding his thrusting fingers until her warm rush of pleasure pooled in his palm. She panted and moaned in sated appreciation as the sensual draw at her thigh lengthened her orgasm, spiking aftershocks with each gentle pull of his mouth.
Ruark licked the tiny pinpricks closed after he swallowed his last mouthful, withdrawing his fingers.
Brett collapsed back on the table, her breathing tight and shallow as she tried to open her eyes. The intense pleasure still burned through her veins making all conscious movement impossible. Ruark carefully closed her thighs and placed a kiss above her knee.
Ruark moved her sleeping form to the padded bench and scooted out of the booth, motioning Ian over to stand guard. "See she is not disturbed. Let her sleep, and if she wakes ye can take her back to my rooms or let her rejoin the party. Just watch her. This one is…different."
A red-head in the far corner whispered low to a taller blond beside him. "I can't get to her." Sean motioned to Ian guarding the booth like it held the crown jewels. Making his way out, he was careful to stay hidden in the crowd.
The blond narrowed sea-green eyes as he watched the big guard. It would be hard, but it could be done. The boy be damned, he had his own reasons, soon following Sean out to get about his business.