This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)

The word was almost harsh in its vehemence. I smiled into his skin as I dragged my body lower down his legs.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”
I turned him back around, my lips trailing along his hip to the flatness of his stomach. His muscles bunched underneath my mouth in expectation,
but I only blew a teasing breath on the hardness jutting to his navel before sitting back. The bedroom was lit by candles on the nightstand and the
dresser, natural light being easier on vampire eyes instead of the glare from electric bulbs, but now, those candles would serve a different purpose.
I scooted off the bed, stopping when Bones’s hand shot out to land on my arm even though his eyes were still closed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I pushed his hand off with a throaty laugh. “You’re having a hard time being obedient, aren’t you? If you don’t behave, I won’t do what I intended,
and trust me, you’ll wish I had.”
That wicked curl was back on his mouth even as he dropped his arm. “My sincerest apologies, mistress, for my shameful disobedience. If you
pray continue, I vow my complete submission.”
Smart ass. Despite the promise, I knew Bones was about as submissive as Genghis Khan, but that was okay. I’d make what I knew was just his
temporary compliance count.
I took one of the candles off the nightstand, considering Bones in the light of the flickering flame. His body was stretched out, arms once again
behind his head, limbs completely relaxed even though he was still hard as a baseball bat in one very notable place. All this bounty, mine to enjoy. I
licked my lips. Damned if I knew how I’d gotten so lucky, but that was a question for another time. Now was the time for action, not contemplation.
I moved closer until my legs pressed against the side of the bed. “Do you remember the first time you bit me here?” I asked, tracing my finger
over the tight bud of his nipple.
“Yes.” One word, hissed with all the weight of desire that I could feel through his emotions.
“It felt like your fangs were burning me.” My voice was no more than a whisper from the shiver of remembrance, and I blew out the candle with an
unsteady puff. “I can’t duplicate that with you because you’re not human,” I went on. “The juice in my fangs won’t feel the same, but maybe this will be
close.”
Then I poured some of the hot wax that pooled in the candle directly onto Bones’s nipple.
His whole body arched while a strangled groan tore from his throat. I didn’t wait for the wax to harden, but covered it with my mouth, biting into his
skin and tonguing the searing mixture at the same time. His back arched again, strong hands tangling in my hair to press me closer with enough
force to drive my fangs deeper into him. Pleasure blasted across my subconscious, inciting me to bite him again, pushing the wax aside in my
mouth to swallow the heady vintage of his blood.
Then, before the wax cooled too much, I poured the remains from the candle onto his other nipple, rewarded by another guttural moan. I waited a
second before switching my fangs there next, alternately licking and sucking the hard, heated peak. Once I’d swallowed another decadent mouthful
of his blood—and possibly a few stray bits of wax—I leaned back, wiping my mouth of any spare drops and staring into his scorching green gaze.
His power throbbed beneath my hands, the scent of his lust heavy in the air. It mingled with the smoke and fragrance of my own arousal, creating
an erotic ambiance. Without taking my eyes from him, I leaned forward, brushing my breast along his side as I reached to put the extinguished
candle on the nightstand . . . and grab the other lit one.
Very slowly, I ran my free hand down his body, brushing aside the remaining bits of wax on his chest before following that thin line of dark hair to
where it widened at his groin. Bones’s eyes didn’t close as my hand circled around him, but his lips parted, revealing those sharp twin fangs. I
moistened my own lips as I looked down at the hard flesh in my hand. It overflowed my grip, pulsing with a different sort of power, the tip wet with the
palest drop of pink as I stroked with firm, smooth pumps. Then I glanced at the candle in my other hand before meeting his unblinking gaze.
“Do it,” he said, his voice so rough I almost didn’t recognize it.
I blew the candle out with a soft puff that still left it smoldering, then poured the entire scalding contents onto the hard flesh in my hand.
His whole body jerked while flashes of pain and pleasure assaulted my subconscious. I mashed the top of the candle together to ensure that it
was out before throwing it aside, ignoring the fleeting burn in my hand. Then, before the wax had a chance to cool, I fastened my lips around the
head of his cock. A primal groan came from his throat when I pulled him in deeper, tonguing his flesh, taking as much as I could with two sharp,
pointed fangs in the way. He felt like sculpted marble, flesh warmer from the contact with the wax that clung between my fingers. I stroked him as I
continued to work his length into my mouth, sucking on his flesh like I wanted to rend the skin from him.
His hands clenched convulsively, tearing the sheets from the ripping noises. I didn’t pause to check, but continued to flick my tongue along his
flesh, brushing away the wax. Only pleasure flooded through our connection now since he’d already healed from the initial contact the wax caused.
Even if I couldn’t feel that through his emotions, I’d know it because my hand didn’t sting anymore. Besides, I knew that on occasion, Bones liked a
little pain with his passion. And after I became a vampire, I found out one of his favorite ways to receive it.
I lifted my gaze to stare up at him as I took him as deeply into my mouth as I could, my fangs pressing against the veined hardness beneath them.
His eyes closed and his back arched—another invitation I took him up on.