This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
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The word was almost harsh in its vehemence. I smiled into his skin as I dragged my body lower down his legs.<br />
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”<br />
I turned him back around, my lips trailing along his hip to <strong>the</strong> flatness <strong>of</strong> his stomach. His muscles bunched underneath my mouth in expectation,<br />
but I only blew a teasing breath on <strong>the</strong> hardness jutting to his navel before sitting back. The bedroom was lit by candles on <strong>the</strong> nightstand and <strong>the</strong><br />
dresser, natural light being easier on vampire eyes instead <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> glare from electric bulbs, but now, those candles would serve a different purpose.<br />
I scooted <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> bed, stopping when Bones’s hand shot out to land on my arm even though his eyes were still closed.<br />
“Where do you think you’re going?”<br />
I pushed his hand <strong>of</strong>f 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,<br />
and trust me, you’ll wish I had.”<br />
That wicked curl was back on his mouth even as he dropped his arm. “My sincerest apologies, mistress, for my shameful disobedience. If you<br />
pray continue, I vow my complete submission.”<br />
Smart ass. Despite <strong>the</strong> promise, I knew Bones was about as submissive as Genghis Khan, but that was okay. I’d make what I knew was just his<br />
temporary compliance count.<br />
I took one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> candles <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> nightstand, considering Bones in <strong>the</strong> light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> flickering flame. His body was stretched out, arms once again<br />
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<br />
licked my lips. Damned if I knew how I’d gotten so lucky, but that was a question for ano<strong>the</strong>r time. Now was <strong>the</strong> time for action, not contemplation.<br />
I moved closer until my legs pressed against <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed. “Do you remember <strong>the</strong> first time you bit me here?” I asked, tracing my finger<br />
over <strong>the</strong> tight bud <strong>of</strong> his nipple.<br />
“Yes.” One word, hissed with all <strong>the</strong> weight <strong>of</strong> desire that I could feel through his emotions.<br />
“It felt like your fangs were burning me.” My voice was no more than a whisper from <strong>the</strong> shiver <strong>of</strong> remembrance, and I blew out <strong>the</strong> candle with an<br />
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 <strong>the</strong> same, but maybe this will be<br />
close.”<br />
Then I poured some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hot wax that pooled in <strong>the</strong> candle directly onto Bones’s nipple.<br />
His whole body arched while a strangled groan tore from his throat. I didn’t wait for <strong>the</strong> wax to harden, but covered it with my mouth, biting into his<br />
skin and tonguing <strong>the</strong> searing mixture at <strong>the</strong> same time. His back arched again, strong hands tangling in my hair to press me closer with enough<br />
force to drive my fangs deeper into him. Pleasure blasted across my subconscious, inciting me to bite him again, pushing <strong>the</strong> wax aside in my<br />
mouth to swallow <strong>the</strong> heady vintage <strong>of</strong> his blood.<br />
Then, before <strong>the</strong> wax cooled too much, I poured <strong>the</strong> remains from <strong>the</strong> candle onto his o<strong>the</strong>r nipple, rewarded by ano<strong>the</strong>r guttural moan. I waited a<br />
second before switching my fangs <strong>the</strong>re next, alternately licking and sucking <strong>the</strong> hard, heated peak. Once I’d swallowed ano<strong>the</strong>r decadent mouthful<br />
<strong>of</strong> his blood—and possibly a few stray bits <strong>of</strong> wax—I leaned back, wiping my mouth <strong>of</strong> any spare drops and staring into his scorching green gaze.<br />
His power throbbed beneath my hands, <strong>the</strong> scent <strong>of</strong> his lust heavy in <strong>the</strong> air. It mingled with <strong>the</strong> smoke and fragrance <strong>of</strong> my own arousal, creating<br />
an erotic ambiance. Without taking my eyes from him, I leaned forward, brushing my breast along his side as I reached to put <strong>the</strong> extinguished<br />
candle on <strong>the</strong> nightstand . . . and grab <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r lit one.<br />
Very slowly, I ran my free hand down his body, brushing aside <strong>the</strong> remaining bits <strong>of</strong> wax on his chest before following that thin line <strong>of</strong> dark hair to<br />
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<br />
moistened my own lips as I looked down at <strong>the</strong> hard flesh in my hand. It overflowed my grip, pulsing with a different sort <strong>of</strong> power, <strong>the</strong> tip wet with <strong>the</strong><br />
palest drop <strong>of</strong> pink as I stroked with firm, smooth pumps. Then I glanced at <strong>the</strong> candle in my o<strong>the</strong>r hand before meeting his unblinking gaze.<br />
“Do it,” he said, his voice so rough I almost didn’t recognize it.<br />
I blew <strong>the</strong> candle out with a s<strong>of</strong>t puff that still left it smoldering, <strong>the</strong>n poured <strong>the</strong> entire scalding contents onto <strong>the</strong> hard flesh in my hand.<br />
His whole body jerked while flashes <strong>of</strong> pain and pleasure assaulted my subconscious. I mashed <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> candle toge<strong>the</strong>r to ensure that it<br />
was out before throwing it aside, ignoring <strong>the</strong> fleeting burn in my hand. Then, before <strong>the</strong> wax had a chance to cool, I fastened my lips around <strong>the</strong><br />
head <strong>of</strong> 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,<br />
pointed fangs in <strong>the</strong> way. He felt like sculpted marble, flesh warmer from <strong>the</strong> contact with <strong>the</strong> wax that clung between my fingers. I stroked him as I<br />
continued to work his length into my mouth, sucking on his flesh like I wanted to rend <strong>the</strong> skin from him.<br />
His hands clenched convulsively, tearing <strong>the</strong> sheets from <strong>the</strong> ripping noises. I didn’t pause to check, but continued to flick my tongue along his<br />
flesh, brushing away <strong>the</strong> wax. Only pleasure flooded through our connection now since he’d already healed from <strong>the</strong> initial contact <strong>the</strong> wax caused.<br />
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<br />
little pain with his passion. And after I became a vampire, I found out one <strong>of</strong> his favorite ways to receive it.<br />
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 <strong>the</strong> veined hardness beneath <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
His eyes closed and his back arched—ano<strong>the</strong>r invitation I took him up on.