Love Bites Part 6

"I want you to f.u.c.k me."

He slapped one side of her a.s.s. A stinging, sharp blow. "Wrong answer."

"Did...did you just spank me?" she asked, her voice incredulous.

Smack! "You don't ask the questions. I do."

"You arrogant-"

Smack! "Don't raise your voice to me. Not unless it's to plead."

Darcy gritted her teeth, seething, but holding onto the thought that eventually she'd get an opportunity to

give him some retribution. In the meantime...

"Now tell me."

"I want to please you," she said between clenched teeth.

He shifted on the bed and his rough tongue lapped her p.u.s.s.y. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No." The word was a moan.

"What do you think pleases me?"

Control, you f.u.c.king a.s.shole! "Being inside me?"

Smack! He spanked the other cheek.

"What the h.e.l.l did I say wrong that time?"

Smack!

Darcy pressed her hot face into the bedding. Her a.s.s was warming up and she couldn't help wriggling on

the pillow. If he'd just lick her c.u.n.t one more time, she was sure to pop.

She needed one right answer.

His hands kneaded her b.u.t.tocks, and Darcy moaned.

"What will please me, Darcy?"

"For me to beg," she said, her words m.u.f.fled in the comforter.

"Will you?"

"Yes."

"Beg sweetly, love." His tongue fluttered on her cheeks, then moved to the crease and descended.

When he reached her a.n.u.s, he paused.

"Please," she blurted, hearing her rebellious inflection.

He gave her a single flicker.

She got the point. He wanted a constant stream of supplications. s.h.i.t! Darcy's chest heaved. Anger warred with need. "Please, Quentin. I need you inside me. Oh please."

He bit her a.s.s. "Try to sound a little more convincing," he said, a wry note of humor in his voice.

"What do you want?" she asked, angry with this humbling, but unable to deny what would satisfy her body. "I ache. I've been hurting for hours. I need you to deep inside me." She took a deep breath. "Please, come inside me."

"Better." The point of his tongue pushed into her a.s.s and fluttered.

"Oh G.o.d. Please, take my p.u.s.s.y." Her words this time were sincere. "I need your c.o.c.k, deep inside me." Her moan ended on a higher note, when his finger replaced his tongue.

"You're tight here, love. Don't guess my c.o.c.k will be playing in here for a while." His finger pushed and pulled, in and out.

Darcy sucked air into her starving lungs.

"Don't forget to beg, love," Quentin warned.

"Can't even think, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

He swatted her a.s.s, part of his palm slapping her c.u.n.t.

The sting ignited her. "Oooh. f.u.c.k me. f.u.c.k me, please," she pleased hoa.r.s.ely.

"Then raise up to meet me."

Eager to comply, she knelt, her hands twisting in the fabric that bound her to the headboard. The head of his c.o.c.k pushed into her c.u.n.t.

She needed no further prodding. "Please, yes! Give it to me."

He thrust his hips forward, and Darcy whimpered. He didn't go very far, her v.a.g.i.n.a was tight and resisted his thick c.o.c.k. She wriggled her hips to accommodate him, and he plunged deeper this time. Her gasps were loud as each successive thrust shoved him deeper inside until he was fully seated.

It was embarra.s.sing how easily she came. He didn't have to move again-her c.u.n.t did all the work. Deep, spiraling spasms gripped his c.o.c.k and squeezed, pulsing around him. Darcy hung on her ties. His strong shaft was the only thing that kept her from crumpling to the bed.

When her heart slowed, she realized he was still buried to the hilt inside her. There'd be more.

CHAPTER FIVE.

The ties loosened and Darcy's arms fell limp as noodles to the bed. Quentin pulled her up until she was sitting in his lap, their bodies still connected.

So overwhelmed was she by her response to his lovemaking, she trembled in the aftermath. His arms circled her belly, and Darcy felt strangely comforted.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. "No one's ever filled me like you do."

Quentin nuzzled her until her head tilted. He tongued the lobe of her ear. "Am I hurting you?" he murmured.

Her hands closed over his, and she brought them to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I like this pain."

"Can you take more?" He squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Her breath caught. Exquisitely tuned to his touch, her nipples flowered again. "Do I have to beg?"

He gently bit her ear. "My turn to ask. I want to transform to find release."

"That didn't sound like a request," she grumbled.

His shoulders shrugged. "I haven't mastered begging."

"Can I watch you change again?"

"You won't be frightened?"

"Maybe," she answered honestly. "I still want to see it."

He kissed the top of her shoulder. "Then turn around and straddle me."

She turned and looked at him for the first time in hours. Even in his human form, he frightened her. Bathed in soft lamplight, he overwhelmed her with his size and golden beauty-and the things he made her want.

His arms opened in invitation.

She'd take him this time. She climbed onto his lap, her legs spread wide across his hips. With her hands anch.o.r.ed on his shoulders, she looked to where their bodies strained to join. He held his c.o.c.k, and she centered her p.u.s.s.y over it. Taking a deep breath she lowered herself. This time his intrusion was easier to take.

Darcy hissed as she sank partway down, and then lifted. Her eyes drifted closed and she concentrated on the feel of his large, rigid c.o.c.k as she rose and fell, taking him deeper each time. Her p.u.s.s.y, awash in her cream, lubricated each slow slide.

His hands lowered to her b.u.t.tocks, and he gripped her tightly, forcing her to move faster. Darcy smiled, recognizing his rising pa.s.sion by the deep growl from the back of his throat and the increased tempo of his breaths. She smoothed the hair from his face and leaned forward to kiss him.

"It's okay," she told him. "I can handle it."

His jaw strained, and he seemed to fight an inward battle for control, but finally the monster in him won. His eyes gleamed golden and reflected the lamplight like an animal's. His head fell back, his mouth gaping to reveal long incisors.

Darcy bounced faster on his lap, already carried along by the excitement of his quickening. His body was changing. The shoulders she gripped were harder-the definition of each muscle more articulated. His hips pumped like steel pistons, driving his expanding c.o.c.k deeper with each opposing thrust of her hips.

Afraid she'd blow first and miss the show, she bit the inside of her lip to distract herself from the tight coil twisting inside her belly. Then his face changed, the bones beneath his cheeks and forehead pushing forward into a sinister mask. Alarmed and thrilled, Darcy noted only the smirk that curved the corner of his lips remained to tell her he was still inside the monster she rode.

His nostrils flared and his hands pulled her closer until her chest flattened against his. His mouth hovered over her neck. "Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice a deep, raw slash that cut straight through her s.e.x-primed soul.

Darcy was glad he couldn't see her face. She needed him desperately. "Bite me."

His arms encircled her, and she gripped his hair hard. Their thrusts grew shorter, harder, and he groaned when his teeth entered her neck.

This time he didn't prepare her skin, but she was so hot for it the pain only increased her escalating pa.s.sion. When he started to suction her skin, the blood rushed from her head and points below, and she stopped moving for a moment to savor the sensations.

Then she had to move or go insane. Her skin felt tight and hot. Her nipples tingled, and she rubbed them wildly on his chest. Her c.u.n.t was pliant, the interior walls hot with friction between their opposing movements.

He was growling against her neck, and she was falling-the ground rushing at her so fast, she couldn't catch a breath. She screamed.

Quentin held her shuddering body close and rubbed his face on her shoulder, ensuring his human mask was once more in place.

He bore her back onto the bed and stretched over her body, still embedded deep inside her warmth. He licked her neck to close the punctures, and then lapped at her skin to wash away the trace of blood that smeared her flesh.

"Mmmm," she moaned and writhed beneath him. "Do you think we have time for one more?"

He glanced at the window and saw the light filtering around the edges of the curtains. "Insatiable hussy," he murmured, and ground his hips against hers.

"You owe me." She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. "I still ache. You left me too long."

"You needed punishing, minx."

A frown drew her dark brows together. "I'm not yours to punish. How archaic is that?"

He circled his hips. "Primitive, love. A law of nature-man to mate. I won't have you sharing your sweet c.u.n.t with another."

"I haven't made you any promises. This thing between us is just s.e.x-and convenient. Further, you're not a man and I'm certainly not your mate." She gasped when he jerked his hips.

You're wrong sweetheart. In time, you'll recognize you're mine. All these hours later, jealousy still ate at him. The sight of Darcy's hands clutching Joe's shuddering climax had enraged him. Worse, had been seeing her taut belly glistening with the other man's come and her eyes glittering with sensual excitement.

You belong to me!

He gripped her thighs and pressed them up and wide, and circled again, rubbing the crisp hairs at his groin into her c.l.i.toris. The color of her cheeks grew brighter as her pa.s.sion escalated. He could feel her heart beat faster in her chest. She liked his mastering. "Has your curiosity with vampire f.u.c.king been satisfied?" he drawled.

Her eyes widened. "You heard?"

"Every wretched word you uttered to your besotted partner."

"He's not 'besotted.' We're just-"

"Friends? I don't buy it." Anger fueled him. He raised on his arms, which were still hooked beneath her

thighs and pumped his hips hard, lifting hers with each short, sharp stroke. Darcy's breath quickened and her hands clutched the bedding. "You shouldn't have eavesdropped. This is confusing for me."