Sexual Appetites of Vampires (Sexual Appetites of Unearthly Creatures #1)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

L ara felt herself wake with a jolt. She moved to the edge of the chair and listened. Something had woken her, but what? After a few moments of silence, she shook her head, thinking herself crazy, then she heard it.

Lara .

She shut her eyes against the soft, sensual whisper of her name that seemed to drift around her like a gentle, yet eager embrace.

Come to me, Lara, come to me.

He was calling her, Michael—no, the vampire—was calling her. She forced herself to stay where she was, not move. She would not surrender to him. She could not, for if she did, she feared that he would satisfy her beyond reason, and then what? Sex had been a big disappointment to her, if he should satisfy her, how would she ever find satisfaction with a human male? She would want him and only him, just as she did now.

Why did her body betray her? It was humming and throbbing and begging her to go to him. Go and find out for herself if once and for all she could have a decent orgasm.

Lara.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, as if she’d been intimately touched and damn if it hadn’t ignited her passion to the point where she felt herself wet with desire.

She was out of the chair, through the kitchen and up the steps before she could stop herself and no amount of reasoning slowed her. It was when she got to the second-floor hallway that she stopped dead.

What was she doing? Was she crazy thinking to make love with a vampire? Sex . It was just sex, nothing more. Making love—to her at least—involved so much more. And she could honestly say she had yet to make love, though have sex? After all she was human. She had to laugh at that. Had human sex disappointed her so badly that she was willing to surrender herself to a vampire?

Lara.

Oh hell, his voice was growing ever stronger in her mind, and she was growing ever weaker to ignore it. Or was it that her lust was getting close to spiraling out of control? She never had such a craving for sex as she did at this moment.

Lara. Come.

Damn, did she want to come and hard. Yes, please very hard , she silently begged.

She held herself back as long as she could, which wasn’t long at all, since her feet started moving before she even gave them permission. And she was through his bedroom doors, not even recalling opening them.

He stood wearing only black jeans, the metal button unhooked and the zipper partially open. And she thought how easy it would be for her to slip the zipper the rest of the way open and slide her hand down inside to feel him.

She raised her eyes to his and the glint of red in his dark eyes propelled her forward. She quickly discarded her sweater, shirt, and bra as she went. She stopped when just a few feet in front of him, suddenly feeling unsure and vulnerable. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to surrender to a vampire? Was she that desperate?

Lara.

She shut her eyes, her name whispering around her in a sensual embrace and when she opened them, he was standing in front of her.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his hand caressing her throat.

A mind-blowing orgasm , she thought, but instead surprised herself and said, “I’m not sure.”

“You must be sure,” he whispered and lowered his lips to hers and kissed her lightly. “I will not make love to you until you’re sure.”

His arms went around her and eased her against him so that her naked chest rested against his. Cold shot through her, though was followed quickly by warmth. And then his lips descended on hers again, only this time with hunger.

Never had she been kissed with such strong, bold, confident passion. And when his tongue slipped into her mouth, it was almost orgasmic. Her arms went around his neck and held on, her legs having gone weak.

She found herself returning his kiss like she had never done before, or was it that her hunger was as great as his and she had no choice but to return it?

His hand slipped down over her backside and squeezed her firm cheek while easing her closer against his erection. He was so hard and thick that she could feel him pulsating against her, or was that her own throbbing she felt? She didn’t know. She didn’t know where her passion stopped and his started. It was as if they were one, linked together in a sensual bond.

She rubbed herself against him, needing to feel more of him, needing to get closer, needing him inside her.

He tore his mouth away from hers and she moaned in disappointment.

“I’m going to make you come, Lara,” he whispered in a low growl near her ear.

“Yes. Yes,” she said, hearing the anxious plea in her strained voice.

He turned her around so quickly that she grew dizzy. He planted her back firmly against his chest and his left arm slipped across her chest to rest under her breasts. His right hand drifted down along her stomach and slipped with ease into her leggings.

“You’re going to come hard, Lara, very hard. I won’t have it any other way,” he commanded with a strong whisper in her ear.

She cried out as his fingers began to tease her clitoris. She dropped her head back on his shoulder as he robbed her of breath and sanity. He stroked all the right places, inching her ever closer to climax.

Her body never felt more alive. It was as if places awoke in her that she had never known existed.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and she obeyed, helpless to do anything else, though not caring.

She felt safe in his arms or was it only an illusion?

If he wasn’t holding her, she would have crumpled to the ground from the pure pleasure he brought her when his fingers drove into her.

“Come, Lara, come for me,” he whispered in her ear, and then she felt sharp teeth scrape her neck.

She exploded in such a hard climax that she latched onto his arm that lay across her chest and squeezed tightly as wave after wave of extreme pleasure rippled through her. When she thought it was done, he flicked his finger over her clitoris, and she climaxed again. Something she had never done before.

Now wake up, Lara. Wake up! I will not make love to you unless you are fully awake!

Lara bolted awake in the chair in the library, her body still humming from her intense climaxes.

“A dream? It was a dream?” Her hand went quickly to her neck, but felt only her soft, unmarred skin. She shook her head. It couldn’t be. It was so real, so very real. She shuddered as the last of her climax faded away replaced by disappointment. She had had sexual dreams before, but never so intense...so real.

It was her own fault. She and Michael’s major topic of conversation had been about sex, so what had she expected? Especially with anything close to an intimate escapade having been non-existent in her life for some time now. Was it any wonder she should fall into a dream about sex with a vampire? But she hadn’t had sex with him; he had brought her to climax.

She scrunched her brow, trying to recall what he had last said to her.

I will not make love to you unless you are fully awake!

She hugged herself and nearly jumped out of the chair when she realized that her bra was undone. She shook her head again. It made no sense, but then nothing made sense, since she had entered this house and met Michael Valaine.

Lara dropped back in the chair and yanked the throw draped over the back across her. Not that she was cold, more so as a shield of protection, a poor shield at that. But at the moment she needed something, even a weak something.

How did she make sense of what happened? Had her own desires produced the dream? Was it a dream or had it actually happened?

“Lara.”

She jumped, her head snapping to the side to see Michael standing in the open doorway.

“I thought perhaps you might want to wash up before supper, which I thought we would have in about an hour.”

Lara turned, having recalled seeing a clock on the mantel. She was shocked to see that it was almost six in the evening.

She nodded, though for a moment thought about questioning him about her dream. But what if it hadn’t been a dream? What if it somehow had been real? What if he had called her to him, made her want him? Made her have the best orgasm she had ever had so far.

So far? Did she expect to have more orgasms with him?

Had she gone completely insane? Of course she had, there was no other explanation.

She gave herself a moment before attempting to get to her feet, not trusting her legs, recalling how they had gone weak while in his arms.

His arms.

They had felt so strong around her, and she had felt so protected, like a warrior of old who would do anything to protect the woman he loved.

Loved?

Love had nothing to do with this and, besides, was a vampire even capable of love?

“There is something on your mind.”

With a suddenness that startled her, she realized that... “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” she said as if demanding he clarify it.

“You came to me,” he said, stepping further into the room.

“Because you called me,” she corrected.

“No, I did not call you. I thought of you, wanted you, but I never called out to you. You came to me of your own volition.”

Lara got to her feet quickly, keeping the blanket against her chest, as if the pathetic excuse for a shield would somehow protect her.

“You can’t deny that you want me, Lara.”

“Do I or have you placed the thought in my head?”

“I don’t manipulate women. I have no need to. I told you...fully awake and also fully willing are the only ways I will make love to you.”

She couldn’t help but ask, “Do vampires love?”

“Vampires love more strongly than any human. Our heightened senses don’t allow us to love any other way. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. The intensity of such strong love feeds a vampire almost as much as the blood we drink.”

“Love and blood, a strange combination.”

“Yet both life-sustaining.”

He had stepped closer, and her shield was useless, her body sparking. How could that be after she just had two orgasms? Yet here she was ready for more. She never remembered feeling so full of lust.

He stepped away from her, going to the cabinet and pouring himself a glass of wine. “You should go refresh yourself and join me here when you’re ready.”

Lara dropped the throw on the chair and scooped up the books she had been reading and hugged them to her chest. She wanted them for later, but now she wanted them to hide her untethered breasts. Untethered breasts? What did she think? That she was in a romance novel and that love would prevail against all odds and there’d be a happy ending to this unbelievable tale? She’d probably wind up bitten by a vampire while having sex with him—she shook her head at the absurdity of her thoughts and hurried out of the library and upstairs to her room. She locked the door behind her, though the lock served no real purpose. If Michael wished to enter, he would.

She dropped down on the bed after placing the books on the nightstand.

“Rational thought here, Lara,” she cautioned and turned on her back to stare at the cream-colored ceiling.

“Only if you’re fully awake and fully willing,” she whispered. Those had been his words when it came to making love to her. He had not forced himself on her nor had he bitten her. Her hand went to her neck and her body gave a little shiver, recalling the scrape of his fangs against her skin. She sighed and draped her arm over her eyes. One minute he was scaring the bejesus out of her and the next he was sending her into explosive orgasms.

And the next... She lowered her arm, her eyes remaining fixated on the ceiling. There was that warrior-of-old necessity in him to protect. Even if she wasn’t the woman he loved, he still protected her—even from herself, so it seemed.

Had she really sensed his desires and hunted them down? She laughed. She was like a vampire herself, though it wasn’t blood that drove her, it was sex. She laughed again. She had gone from dormant to raging hormones with one look at Michael. But then a woman would have to be dead not to respond to him. Or would she be dead if she did?

Lara popped up off the bed. “Enough. Enough,” she scolded herself. “Take a nice, hot shower and don’t dare think.”

She went through her suitcase and chose black leggings, and a black sweater with silver threads throughout. It was oversized, loose, and comfy. Forget tight and sexy, it would only get her in trouble. But wasn’t she already in trouble?

She carted them off to the bathroom along with her case of toiletries. After setting everything down on the sizeable vanity, she turned on the shower, then stripped out of her clothes. She gave herself a close perusal in the mirror.

“Average. You’re average,” she said to her image, as if reminding herself of something. “And he’s not.”

As if that settled things for her—at least for the moment—she stepped into the shower, shutting the door behind her.

She wanted to sigh with pleasure as the hot water beat down on her. She let the pulsating water soak her hair as well as her body. She twisted and turned so that the pelting water could reach every nook and cranny. It was like a gentle massage, and she turned her back to the water and bent at her waist so that her backside was treated to the soothing caress.

That’s when Michael popped into her mind. For a moment, she thought of him there, his hands squeezing her wet backside before he stepped closer and rubbed himself against her.

Stop!

She straightened up in a flash. Was that her who warned or had it been Michael?

“Don’t think. Don’t think,” she scolded herself.

Don’t think!

She gasped. That wasn’t her.

Scrub yourself and be done, she silently warned herself and shook her head. She had to stop thinking or at least focus on something benign.

Snow. Think about snow; swirling snowflakes, mounds of snow, stinging cold.

Like Michael’s touch. She shivered at the thought, though the hot water pelted her skin.

“Think of something hot,” she admonished in a whisper.

Michael was a hot hunk.

Lara dropped her head back and moaned. What was the matter with her that she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Sex . It all came down to sex. Did she, or didn’t she? She obviously wanted to since she had called out and gone to him in her dream. So, what stopped her? Why not have a snowbound fling with a vampire? He certainly didn’t seem an evil creature, though his fangs could argue that point. But they had felt so...she shivered with pleasure, recalling how sensuous his sharp teeth had felt against her neck.

She realized the danger of such thoughts and ordered, “Wash and get dressed before?—”

The lights suddenly shut off, pitching Lara into complete darkness.