12. Rose

ROSE

James growled low in his throat and licked upwards along my neck to swirl his tongue against the shell of my ear, the vibrations tickling against my hairline. “I love hearing my name on your lips, and it’s only going to get better when you’re screaming it over and over again for all of London to hear when you come on my cock.”

“Is super stamina also a trait of vampires?” While I was feeling all lovely and floaty from that full body orgasm his bite and thrown me into, I also really wanted the full Monty. I wanted him inside of me, and until he was, it was strange, but I felt like there was a part of me missing.

“Indeed, it is. We need no sleep, and I did warn you that a relationship with a vampire was intense. I won’t stop until you’re begging me to.”

That wasn’t happening anytime soon. “Then take me to bed or lose me forever, Goose.”

“You got it, duck.”

Oh no. He really didn’t watch TV. Maybe because they didn’t have televisions when he was born almost six hundred years ago? That little fact was still mind boggling. I’d waded my way through accepting that vampires were real and all, but probably I’d have a little freak out later. In private.

I was down for dating an older man. But this was going a little crazy.

James turned off the shower and in the most ridiculous and cave man way, picked me up and threw me halfway over his shoulder, giving my butt a smack. Since his was right in my line of sight, I did the same.

This time I did not protest being picked up and carried. It was hot when I thought he was just a muscle-bound bodyguard. But now, since he’d said vampires had super strength, I was going to enjoy being carried around whenever and wherever.

He grabbed a couple of towels from a warming rack on the wall. Europeans were so smart. I was going to have to get me one of those. Then he marched down the only other hall, to wear the bedroom must be.

With a quick toss, he got the towels over the plush duvet cover, so we didn’t get the whole bed wet. Yet. And tossed me down next. I giggled, until he climbed over me, and our lips met yet again in a searing kiss, fueled by the powerful connection we shared.

I would never get enough of his kisses.

As our bodies pressed together, every touch seemed to amplify the bond between us. His hands wandered all over my curves, and I relished his touch. His mouth followed.

A moan slipped out as he kissed and licked his way down my body, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. More than a few times, I’d felt like I was too much for the men I’d been with. Not with James.

His fangs slid across the tight flesh of my nipple, sending spirals of need through my whole body. My hips rose against his hands, seeking out his touch to soothe the growing need there. But his teasing fingers remained light, elusively slipping away from where I ached for him.

“James,” I murmured, twisting my hips toward his sly hands. “Don’t tease me so.”

His teeth nipped at my nipple, and I arched upward, pressing into the stinging bite, then the hot laving of his tongue that followed. His gaze lifted from my breast, and the feral look in his eyes stole whatever remained of my breath. “Hush, love. I know what you need, and I’m going to be the only one who gives it to you.”

His tongue glided down along my ribs, and his hot breath blew against my navel. His grip on my thighs was just rough enough to turn me on, and he slowly, ever so slowly, moved his teasing kisses closer to my soaking pussy. It had been months, years, ages since we started this naughty game, and all I was getting was some deeply sexy kissing along the fold of my belly and sides of my thighs instead of deep and dirty between them.

“More. Faster. Damn it, I’ve seen you move faster than the air itself, so why are you going so slow now?” I huffed out a frustrated breath as I tried again to press myself against his teasing mouth.

He looked up at me again, his eyes steely and dangerous. “For that, I’ll make sure to keep this as slow as I can. I’m going to take my time with you, and if you’re a good girl for me, I might eventually let you come all over my face.”

“Yes, let’s skip to the coming part.” If he made me wait very much longer, I’d be a puddle of need on the floor. I know I’d just had an orgasm to end all orgasms like two minutes ago, but all it had done was make me want him more.

“Hmm, or maybe I’ll take you to the edge and then make you wait to come on these fingers.” He raised one eyebrow, testing me, waiting to see how I reacted to his dominance.

I freaking loved it. Guys never talked to me this way. I didn’t even know I wanted them to. I was always the boss, most of the time that carried over to the bedroom. With James, I didn’t have to be. I could let him take charge and enjoy myself instead of having to take care of everything.

Need swirled around and around in my lower belly until that, and his words were all I could focus on.?”Or if you’re a very naughty girl, I’ll have to skip licking your hot cunt and make you come on my thick cock. Would you like that?”

My entire body quaked with the possibilities coming out of his filthy mouth. There was only one answer that would work in my favor here. “I’m afraid I’m very naughty.”

I wasn’t. I was needy. While I very much wanted him to do all the delicious licking and tasting, I was desperate to have him inside of me.

“Ah, you are, and for that, I’m making you wait until you’ve come again before I fuck you.” He looked me straight in the eye, testing how far he could push our game.

Damn. Busted.

I returned his stare, not breaking eye contact for a second. “Then make me come.”

He chuckled. “You do have quite the naughty cheek. Don’t even think about coming until I tell you to.”

He continued his vicious stinging bites from my knee to the inner crease of my thigh, slowly, so slowly. He carefully crossed from one thigh to the other, all without touching any of the hot, wet, aching territory that I was very indelicately trying to shove toward his teasing mouth.

I moaned and groaned and whimpered, dying for him to taste me, to put his lips where I needed them most. Because the sooner I let him make me come with his mouth, the sooner I could be coming on his cock.

“Hush, my sweet. I’m definitely going to savor every second of tasting you, but not until you really want this as much as I do.”

This man. I was going to murder him by squeezing him to death with my thighs if he didn’t fuck me soon. “I do want this. I want you so badly, James, that I can’t wait for you to see for yourself what you do to me. Please, I need you.”

His breath shuddered, and finally, he pressed his mouth to my core. Faster than I could gasp, he devoured me. After all the prolonged foreplay, I’d assumed James would take his time with this too, drawing out the slow tease. Instead, he sucked hard on my clit, flicked it with his tongue, and tugged at it with his teeth.

I could have died right then, but he slid two fingers inside and curled them upwards until I was seeing stars, and galaxies, and maybe the whole universe. He knew exactly how to light up every single nerve ending in my body. I guess that’s what hundreds of years of practice got you.

My hands twisted into his hair as I rode his hand and bucked against his mouth. The force of the suction spun me out toward another orgasm until it was just out of reach. “Oh yes. Oh. Please make me come.”

James raised his head from between my legs and growled. “Not yet little flower. I want so much more from you before you come.”

I pressed my head back against the pillows, biting my lip and breathing hard. His fingers continued to work me, and my knees started to shake. “Please, James. I-I need you. I need more.”

I was so close, and yet so far. Until he did the last thing I expected and the one thing that pushed me into the second earth-shattering orgasm of the evening. He sunk his fangs into my throbbing pussy.

My back arched and every muscle in my body clenched, including my lungs, and maybe even my brain. My world exploded and continued to explode over and over and over until he pulled his fangs out and licked the sting, soothing my clit into releasing me from nirvana.

I dropped my hips back down to the bed, and maybe I blacked out for a minute? Holy shit. Like. Holy, holy, oh, no, not holy. Whatever that was, we were doing again. A lot.

James crawled back up and over me, cupped the back of my head, and drew me into a deep kiss. His tongue worked in and out of my mouth just as his fingers and fangs did between my legs. Good God, my heart was truly going to give out. And what a way to go.

“I said you were going to come on my cock, and you are.” He pulled me up, wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifted me up like I was as light as a feather plucked from a duck.

I squealed anyway and encircled his hips with my legs and his neck with my arms. All that did was bring his body closer to mine. He pressed me against the headboard and slid his hands under my ass, dropping me down until his cock was notched at my entrance.

I didn’t even know men came this big. It was probably exhausting for him, carrying that monster around all day in his pants.

“Hold on tight, naughty vixen, because I’m going to fuck you until we’re both seeing stars this time.”

As rough as he was, he slid his cock into me slowly and gently, allowing me time to adjust to his size. I’d love to think I’d want him to slam home on one fast and hard thrust, but this was so much better. Our gazes locked and neither of us wavered as he pushed in inch by inch until he filled me completely.

He was so damn big, and it felt beyond anything I’d ever imagined to be so fully connected to him like this.

“Ready, love?”

I took several rapid breaths and squeezed my inner muscles around him. I stifled my giggle when his eyes rolled back in his head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” His control was at its limits, just like mine, and there was no more teasing, no more waiting. James thrust into me fast and hard, growling my name over and over. “Rose, fuck, Rose. You’re so fucking perfect.”

I wanted to whisper, or even shout, dirty things to him too, but this must be what getting your brains fucked out feels like, because I had nothing. “Perfect.”

That’s the best I could come up with.

James didn’t seem to notice my lack of sexy talk, or if he did, he didn’t mind that I was completely failing at it. He kissed me again, this time with all the same force of need I felt. We were both so desperate our teeth clacked together, and I think I nicked the tip of my tongue on one of his fangs.

James’s body tensed and he broke the kiss. The tiniest smear of red clung to one of his fangs. He swiped his tongue across it and his eyes went red, and then so dark there was no color. He pressed one hand against the wall next to my head like he was trying to control himself, and his hips jerked.

I didn’t want him in control, I wanted him to lose his shit like I had. I met the thrust of his hips and he growled. His thrusts went from fast and hard to frantic. He pounded into me, hitting all the right places, literally rattling the wall with the headboard behind us.

“Come for me now, little flower of mine.” His words came at me like a hypnotic suggestion. He lowered his mouth to my throat and scraped his fangs across my artery.

“Now, flower. Come now.” He bit down and my body detonated with pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure.

Something new, deep inside of me, fluttered right along with my orgasm. For a brief moment, my soul lifted out of my body and touched an empty place inside of James. In the bliss of this intensely erotic moment, I found my soul mate.

“James, oh yes, James, James.” My voice was more than a moan, his name was a passionate scream from the innermost part of my being.

Eventually, the world stopped spinning and I melted against James, satiated from this new connection and aching from the viciousness of the sex and the sheer size of him.

He laid my exhausted, limp body down and curled up beside me, smoothing my hair with his fingers. I wanted to purr at his touch, but I was too worn out, and my throat hurt a bit from all the screaming of his name.

Sorry, not sorry.

I slept like the dead. But I was more alive than ever before.

The London sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as dawn broke, casting a warm light through the sheer curtains. I stretched languidly. My body hummed with a newfound level of rightness with the world, and my mind buzzed with the knowledge that I was now part of something much greater than myself.

“James,”I murmured, turning to face him, “I just want you to know that I may not know squat about your world, but I’m all in. I’m actually kind of excited to discover all the bits of the vampire world. Oh, are you going to turn me into a vampire?”

“No, love. A Soul’s Serenity does get some, let’s say, supernatural perks like no more aging, and no disease. But turning someone into a vampire is a different thing entirely.”

Ooh. Supernatural immortality-type perks. Cool.

“But sweet flower. Being my Serenity isn’t all rainbows and candy floss. The danger to you has increased exponentially. I will do whatever it takes to keep us safe, to keep you from harm, and our bond alive. I’ll do it. I’m ready to fight for us.”

“Good.” I grinned, feeling bolder than I’d ever been in my life. “So, what’s our first move?”

I feel like it should have involved lessons in turning into a bat.

It did not.