Vicious In Love - D.D. Dass (book club suggestions txt) 📗

removing it from his back so that she was flat on the bed. She blew out a heavy breath, trying to think clearly, but he didn’t give her the chance, instead he grinned wickedly, long, white fangs on display.

“Do you trust me, Beth?” She blinked, but answered immediately.

“If I said no?” His lips were moving against hers again, dominantly. Goddess. She sighed, stretching to get closer. But he wouldn’t allow it, backing up before her breasts hit the wall of his chest.

With an irritated growl, she ripped away, scowling. He finally answered. “It’s a bit late for second thoughts…You’ve no choice anymore.” A shiver ran up her spine, anticipation heady.

“Gimme your worst,” she dared without another thought.

His eyes seemed to glow, a gorgeous emerald. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for, female.” She closed her eyes in frustration, falling back into the covers and waiting.

He wasn’t going to say no to her now, cocky or not. He’d give her what she wanted. And he did not disappoint. His weight was sudden and heavy over her smaller frame but she loved the pressure on her ribs, back bowing when his hands cupped her face in another, filthy kiss.

It was fuzzy all over again. On instinct, her hands found the silk strands of his hair, about to tug when he froze above her. She tensed too, wondering if that was some sort of hard limit for him or – “Did I…?”

“Just…don’t pull my hair. Yeah, don’t,” he muttered, voice laced with something suspiciously close to panic. Instantly, she retracted her hands, a sick shame washing through her.

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Damn it. Ian despised himself the moment Beth’s horror fell over his crawling skin. Damn me, he thought, despising his weakness. She couldn’t even touch him without that disgusting feeling. He was an absolute idiot.

“This was a mistake,” her voice was a breath. No. “I pushed you into this. Goddess.”  What?

Beyond confused, he pushed himself away from her and onto his forearms, where he stared. That same, unwelcome emotion from their first meet warred inside him. Her eyes were wide, and so, so sincere before she looked away.

She really thought she’d pushed him into bedding her? Well, damn it all. It would’ve been amusing if she obviously hadn’t had her feelings hurt. Obnoxious, oblivious female.

Ian shuffled onto his side, gripping her chin in his hand and forcing her gaze, hard with secreted emotions, to meet his own. “Why would you think that?” She bit her lip, hesitating. “Answer me, Beth.”

“Why wouldn’t I think that? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks… ‘Stay away from me.’ Remember that?”

He winced. “Here’s the thing…I want you. I’ve coveted you for...a while. And I will have you. Believe me, no female has – or ever will be able to guilt me into bed. Understood?” She nodded quickly. It told him nothing, but he was done evaluating everything that had to do with her.

“My sweet Elizabeth,” he purred, leaning in to nip at her bottom lip. “Have you ever been taken?” She didn’t hesitate to shake her head and he smirked, pleased though he had no reason to be. It only meant he was poaching her of one more thing tonight.

Ian nuzzled her throat, savoring the burn in his own throat at the enticing citrus scent, stronger with her transition. A scent he couldn’t seem to get enough or away from.

Teasing himself, he scraped his fangs along her revealed collarbone, but before he made a mistake, he returned to her soft, parted lips. A sigh escaped her, traveling directly to his erection, which strained harder against his leathers.

Deepening the kiss, he shoved a hand underneath her sweater once more, moving to cup her breast, clamping one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, over the lace-fabric of her bra, until her back was bowed beautifully, her arousal a sharp, intoxicating fragrance. Fuck.

With a grunt, he broke away from her tempting mouth long enough to yank the top over her and fling the damned thing away. It surprised him to find his lips moving with hers again. He wasn’t into kissing or even touching, but with her, he found himself craving it. He craved like nothing before, to have her a needy wreck beneath him, to have her feel that same passion he had only for her.

Can’t resist this…

He thought he couldn’t get anymore turned on, but when her dainty hand dug into his shoulder blade, his entire body jolted on high voltage, muscles rippling expectantly.

“Ian…” it was a pant as he unclasped her bra, all but tearing it away. The breath left him in a rush at the sight of her, so ethereal, bared to him. Her face flushed deeply, lips swollen as she arched, perky cream swells straining for his touch, nipples tight and rosy.

Mine. The Vampire in him snarled to life. Claim her.  But hell, she was untouched and he would not fuck her like an animal.  Not Elizabeth.

Goddess, she makes me crazy. Growling low in his chest, he sat up, tugging his shirt off before lurching forward to cover her nipple with his mouth, suckling her as his hands brushed over her thighs, trailing lower though his body insisted he move south until he was touching her where he knew she was hot and wet for him.

Beth’s hand began to roam over his back even as he kept on, trailing light kisses down her belly, running his tongue around her naval. A plea left her, “Lower.” And it was all he needed to continue until he reached the waistband of her joggers.

Thirst called to him, but he disregarded it to slide the fabric down her slender legs. So damned beautiful… He gazed at the boy-shorts, covering her from his gaze. Just the idea of being so close had his erection twist at his zipper. The pain was exhilarant.

Her first.

He gripped her sides, yanking her towards him while removing the shorts in the same motion. The scent of her arousal hit him like a wrecking ball, like a battering ram. His eyes fell to the pretty slit between her legs, hairless, as all females of their species were, but so much better, swollen and glistening, begging for him to taste her sweetest spot.

Too much, a small, nearly inaudible voice warned. He ignored it, carefully placing her legs at his shoulders, risking a brief glance at her to lock on blue, blue, so disturbingly blue eyes. 

It was easy to hold her gaze as he licked over his mouth. Something flickered inside her as she tensed. “You’re not…going to –,” she gave this delicious, throaty sound as he blew on her sex, biting back a groan when her hips inched higher. So responsive. Any notion of patience was now out of grasp.

He planted his mouth over her core, starting gently as she jerked, and that sound fell passed her lips once more. Goddess, he'd never tasted anything more exquisite. He growled low in his throat, flicking his tongue at her opening, where her honey seeped.

As he devoured her, she rocked to his tongue and Ian’s discipline begin to lapse. Slowly, he eased his forefinger into her wetness, stirring her. Her sex clasped under the invasion, but it wasn’t nearly enough. He darted his tongue over her clitoris. She hissed, twisting wildly. “Goddess…Don’t stop.” A second finger joined and he curled them upward to her subtle flesh, in sync with his tongue.

Her back curved, bringing her closer. A fang grazed over her engorged flesh as he advanced those fingers and she sobbed, clenching the sheets. Her orgasm drenched his tongue. Ecstasy. More.

His fingers thrust against her maidenhead repeatedly, mouth firm on her flesh. Spasms shook her body. And she screamed, thighs closing around his head in another orgasm.

As a newly transitioned, she was strong, resistant to his prying. “Beth,” he tried, licking over her once more. “Open for me.” On command her knees spread.

Mine. His hands fell to his zipper, which he managed –just barely—to undo without hurting himself further, shrugging out of the pants. In a trance at the sight of her, he froze, watching as she slowly sat up, eyes glowing with need as they found his throat. He worked to swallow, worked to think.

“Ian…?” At the sound, his erection jerked, heavy, proud and demanding. She needed to feed; he could see she was holding back, so he forced himself to catch her around the waist. Tugging her into his lap, he nuzzled her throat, hissing at the feel of her breasts against his chest, his erection at her belly.

“You’re thirsty,” she breathed. A shock ran through him and he pulled back to find her eyes still at his throat, long lashes casting shadows across her cheeks, fangs revealed. 

Goddess, yes. “Need to be inside you,” it was blunt as he cupped her sex. Her head tilted as he stroked the soaking folds. He gently led her onto his back and finally beneath him where her heat burned his erection.

“Sweet, stunning Elizabeth,” he ground in the Axvem, torn between his own need and the need to pleasure her.

Mine. Keep Elizabeth pleased.  His hips flexed forward only an inch, but it was still too much as his thoughts scattered into a million zones, all revolving around the female beneath him. Too much, she was too much.

Pleasure raked through him as he took her inch for inch, everything but her touch fading into oblivion. She was so hot and tight around him. When he hit that barrier, her innocence, he cursed. This was the one claim to her, she would be his. At least for a little while. And for now, that was enough.

It was inevitable. He stroked forward, burying himself inside her. She inhaled sharply, nails biting into his hips, a single blood-tear skating down her cheek. He licked the tear away, the taste exploding on his tongue. Ah, fuck.

 “Ian, it hurts…so good…” she mumbled, wriggling around him. Ian grunted, head falling to inhale her scent before he pulled back with his hips, only to drive forward again. Perfection.

The breath left him in a rush at the feel of her around him, beneath him, lips gliding feather-light over his collar, tongue over the column of his throat. But –

 “Goddess, Beth, don’t –,” Far too late for the panic, he thought as her fangs scraped, then, sharp points pierced deep into his skin. Oh fuck.

It wasn’t a clean bite, but the pain…A fierce groan passed his lips, her pulls becoming stronger as her moan vibrated between them. He was powerless to the Vampire in him. His was drilling into her, loud sounds shooting through the room, until he realized growls were coming from him.

Her sensual draws at his throat had his muscles churning and his hips thrashed against her. Heat coiled low in his abdomen, but before he could come, he forced himself to still…And she pulled away.

No, damn it, don’t stop. He yearned for it, to have her take more from him, to take all from him. He didn’t understand it, fuck, he hardly understood anything with her, but for the first time, it wasn’t as if he was being drown…Instead, it was being lifted. All that mattered was her.

“No! Hurry! Hurry, hurry, more, please,” she gasped and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. He took her with all the strength he possessed, until she was clinging to his arms, the headboard cracked and –She screamed weakly, clenching around him with a force that took him with her.

Ian came violently, pumping into her as a deep sound ripped from his throat and his vision flashed a dangerous white. His entire body vibrated with it, on and on until his mind went into overload, arms pulling her flush against him, practically begging for the feel of her softer, smaller frame depending on his.

Depending on that to bring him back, another painstaking mistake.

Her scent sliced through his haze, becoming so much more potent with her orgasms. He bit his tongue, groaning at the hunger, so fierce, wearing on what was left of his sanity