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

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

L ara turned slowly around. If she had any doubt that he was a vampire, she sure in hell didn’t doubt it now. His eyes blazed with red fury and his fangs were so pointy that she cringed with sympathy for his victims. Was she about to be one of them?

“You’re hurt,” Michael said, his tone angry rather than consoling.

Her hand flew to her bottom, and she was surprised to feel a sticky wetness that had seeped through her pajama bottoms and robe. She raised her hand, shocked to see blood on it. She looked at Michael, and she could have sworn she saw saliva dripping in anticipation from his fangs.

She didn’t think, she slammed her bloody hand against her neck, like that would stop him, but it had been a gut reaction to protect herself.

He lunged forward and was in front of her in seconds.

Her hand flew off her neck and slapped against his naked chest; it did little good. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his...bathroom? He lowered her to stand on the tile floor and removed her robe, then he grabbed the waistband of her pajama bottom and yanked it down before she could stop him.

“Step out and turn around,” he ordered after bending down to slip her bottoms out from beneath her feet when she lifted each foot.

“What are you doing?” she finally managed to get out, looking down at him crouching in front of her, his face not far from her...damn, just thinking about it made her... don’t think, don’t think.

“Yes, don’t think.”

Was that a snarl that accompanied his warning?

“Between the scent of your intoxicating blood, the sweetness between your legs and that deliciously pulsing nub of yours, I’m finding it extremely difficult to kept myself from carting you off to my bed and making you?—”

He stopped abruptly, and she was relieved that he did, since she was pulsating in places she didn’t think pulsated.

“I need to cleanse the wound you got from the Chair of Torture. Have you had a tetanus shot lately?”

“Chair of what?” she said, yanking her knit top down as far as she could get it.

“Tetanus shot?” he demanded.

A warning look from his hot red eyes had her answering quickly. “I keep it updated, since I find myself in strange situations like sitting on the Chair of Torture.”

He sprang up so fast that it caused Lara to spring back, her hands slamming back against the vanity to keep her steady.

Michael stepped in front of her, bracing his hands on the vanity as well, to either side of her, trapping her with his body. He stood much too close, and her body reacted. It didn’t just strike a spark; it blazed.

“How you got in the room of torture, I?—”

“Room of torture?” she all but squealed.

“It’s what I called it when I was young. My grandfather has and continues to collect torture devices throughout the ages and donates them to various museums around the world. He hopes it will make humans realize something about their own humanity. The pieces in there are recent arrivals.”

She could only imagine why his grandfather would do such a thing, and she had to ask, “Was anyone in your family ever tortured?”

“Yes,” he said bluntly, but did not expand on it. “Now turn around so I can take care of your wound.”

She thought a moment, gnawing nervously at her bottom lip.

He brought his nose to within inches of hers. “Don’t bother to argue. This is going to happen one way or the other.” He tilted his head and smiled. “I’ve already seen you naked, sweetheart, so what difference does it make?”

She jabbed him in the chest. “A big difference between feasting on me until I couldn’t stop coming and taking care of a wound to my backside.”

He leaned even closer until his lips almost touched hers. “You have no idea the pleasure you would get if I truly feasted on you. Now turn around.”

She gave his chest a push, not that it did any good. “Step back.”

He did, though slowly.

Lara turned around before she lost her nerve and gripped the edge of the vanity for support. She jumped when his fingers touched her bare backside and fought to keep her mind empty of any salacious thoughts.

“Thank goodness the spike didn’t fully puncture your skin,” he said as he came to stand beside her.

She watched as he searched the medicine cabinet, taking out a bottle of peroxide, antibiotic ointment, and a large bandage. She had to ask. “I thought vampires healed instantly, so why a stocked medicine cabinet?”

“Appearances.”

“You have many strangers going through your medicine cabinet?”

“Overnight guests,” he said with a wink, and then dropped down beside her once again.

The thought that he had had other women here, in his bathroom, in his bed, annoyed her, so she threw a sarcastic barb at him. “Bite any?” She winced, the peroxide having connected with her wound and stinging mightily.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you,” he said.

His apology was so genuine that it touched her heart. It sounded as if it had pained him to have caused her pain. But what about when he bit a woman on the neck? Surely that would be more painful than this minor wound. What did he feel then? Pleasure?

She was about to ask him again if he ever bit any woman when he sprung up to once again stand beside her.

He got busy wetting a hand towel and grabbing the larger one that lay beneath it on the towel bar. “Need to get the blood off you.”

“I can do that she offered.” Worried the blood might be too much for him.

“Not to worry. I’m not a young vampire who needs to learn to control his urges. Although with you, it is proving more difficult than I anticipated.”

“Is that why you looked so...” she shivered recalling the feral look on his face when she had seen him at the end of the hall after the lights had come on.

“I was in the middle of trying to get the generator to kick on again, not wanting you to wake to pitch darkness when I sensed you were already up and about. Then when I realized where you were,” —he stopped— “I was too late to stop you from getting hurt. I should have gotten to you sooner.”

He’d been angry because she’d been hurt, not because he was thirsty for her blood. He cared about her, and her heart didn’t hammer this time, it swelled like a young girl who was on the precipice of falling off and into love.

“The snowstorm has grown worse, and I fear the one generator will shut off again and might not turn back on, so it would be best if you slept in my bed tonight,” he said as he finished drying her leg and patting her backside dry.

She was about to reject his suggestion when she felt him apply the antibiotic cream to her wound. His touch was so tender, so considerate that the little embarrassment left from this strange incident vanished. That was as long as she didn’t allow herself to think about her naked derriere being practically in his face. Or be reminded that he had told her he’d love to give it some tender bites.

She quickly said, “I’ll do fine in my own bed.”

“There’s no need for you to worry, I’ll sleep on the chaise,” he assured her and stood, taking her by the arm and turning her slowly around to face him. “I want to make sure you’re safe. And being with me, I know you’ll be safe.”

She realized right there and then that it wasn’t Michael she had to fear—it was herself.

“Can I have my pajama bottom?” she asked much too tempted to remain half naked in front of him. After all it would only take a quick yank of his sweatpants to have him naked. Yup, the thought was just too damn tempting.

“They have blood on them. I’ll lend you something of mine.”

That wasn’t good, then she’d have his scent on her. Just like her scent stimulated him, his scent stimulated her—big time.

He braced his hands on either side of her again. “It’s torture for me, having you here so close and not being able to do anything about it, since I will not take what is not given freely.”

“I should go to my room,” she said his body pressing lightly against hers.

“Stay here,” he said his sweatpants whispering against her clitoris and sending it tingling wildly.

She sucked in her breath, trying to gain control of her passion that was screaming I want, I want, I want. She needed to get away from him or she’d do something she’d regret or would she?

Come on let’s have fun , her libido shouted.

“I need to go,” she said and pushed past him, out the bathroom door and into his bedroom. He followed her, though didn’t stop her, though his words did as her hand reached for the doorknob.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid,” she said turning with a toss of her head.

“Then let me love you.”

Love. Is that what she was afraid of, that she’d fall in love with this unearthly creature and what future would there be in that? Or did she take this moment in time, a few precious days, and simply enjoy him and not worry about what followed?

“Why fight what you—and I—so badly want?”

“No bites?” she asked in a whisper. If he didn’t bite her then it would just be a man and a woman making love, enjoying each other while stuck in a snowstorm, nothing more.

“If that’s what you want.”

For now . Her thought startled her and she hoped Michael didn’t hear it.

He held his hand out to her.

I will not take what is not given freely. His words echoed in her head. Was she about to surrender to him?

She smiled and instead made it her choice by hurrying over to him, throwing her arms around his neck, and giving him a kiss that let him know just that. His arms instantly circled her, yanking her up against him, and she reveled in the feel of just how hard he was for her.

Her body’s tortuous need for him surprised her. After all, it hadn’t been that long ago that he had satisfied her—quite thoroughly—yet here she was aching for him as if she hadn’t had sex in ages. She had never felt so drawn to a man, and she intended to get her fill while she could, if she could.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and yanked her top off. A shot of cold air hit her or was it his breath? Whatever it was, hardened her already hard nipples more.

She raised her leg to pull off her sock.

“No,” he ordered with a smile. “Leave them on. You look,” —his smile grew— “delicious in them.”

His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck, then he yanked her forward to meet his lips...lips as hungry as hers. They tempted, tormented, and teased to the point of orgasm.

It was like they were lovers who had been lost in time and had finally been reunited and could not get enough of each other. His hands explored her body with exquisite acuteness, as if familiarizing himself with every bare inch of her. Or was he was claiming every bare inch of her?

She wanted to do both to him, familiarize and claim every inch of him.

Her hands began to roam over his chest and when they got to his waist, she realized that he still wore his sweatpants. No, no, no , she thought, they had to come off. She slipped the waistband down his hips, and though she didn’t want to stop kissing him, or disturb his hands that were doing divine things to her, she had to so that she could quickly get him naked.

Lara pulled her mouth off his, bent down and yanked his pants down past his ankles, so that he could slip right out of them when he moved, and then she bounced back up, though not all the way.

His jutting penis brushed her cheek, stopping her.

He was big. Bigger and thicker than any man she had ever been with, which of course got her even more excited than she already was, though how that was possible she’d never know. And, of course, with it being right there in her face, so lusciously close, she had the urge to taste.

She was yanked up so fast that it made her head spin.

“No, you don’t,” he said. “I damn well won’t be able to control myself if you take me in your mouth.”

She smiled at the thought.

He frowned. “Remember...vampire.”

“But I’m not and I want to taste you.” Only this time she went up on her toes to reach his neck and nibbled along it with her teeth. She felt his whole body stiffen, and she continued her teasing assault, fueling her own need.

Suddenly, his arm went around her waist and the next thing she knew they were in his bed with him on top of her.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, a hint of red sparking in his eyes before he once again kissed her.

After that, time seemed to stop, and she felt as if she was caught in a sensual vortex where her senses were so heightened that the slightest touch sent quivers of pleasure stinging her flesh. Michael’s lips followed his hands, wherever he touched, he kissed, and he touched her everywhere. She tried to reach out and do the same, but her limbs were too sedated with passion to move.

“Michael. Oh, God, Michael, please!”

She cringed at the sound of her pleading tone, but then she couldn’t help it. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. It was where he belonged. She cringed again. What the hell was wrong with her thinking he belonged there?

“Damn it, Michael!” she yelled and punched his shoulder. He laughed, and she damned him again.

“That’s so you will never forget our first time together.”

And before she could say a word, she felt him drive into her and, oh my God, did it feel fantastic!

She grabbed onto his muscled arms and held tight as he drove her to heights of unadulterated passion. Thought wasn’t possible, breathing was rapid, and what she felt was indescribably beautiful.

Then she climaxed.

Lara didn’t think she could scream that loud or long, but then she never climaxed like that before, never thought it was even possible. It was beyond mind-blowing, beyond believable as wave after wave quivered her body senseless.

What sent even more quivers through her was watching Michael come, his head tossed back and a long groan spilling from his lips as he drove in and out of her until he finally finished, collapsing on top of her.

She kept her arms around him, loving the feel of their bodies plastered against each other, as if they were forever joined. And she never wanted to let him go.

Michael eased out of her arms onto his back and pulled her to rest against him. “I hope the snowstorm lasts longer than predicted, for I want you to myself for as long as possible, though I fear my thirst for you is far too great to ever quench.”

“You quenched my thirst ever so,” —she smiled, though scrunched her brow— “now that I think of it, I’m sure I’ll be thirsty again soon.”

He laughed and hugged her against him.

A chill took hold of her, and she shivered.

He was quick to pull the sheet and quilt over them and to her surprise he eased her away from him.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“You’ve lost some of your body heat to me and I don’t want to draw anymore from you until you warm up, so my body will be cold to the touch and only make you colder.”

Lara closed the short distance between them and wrapped herself around him. “Cold or not, I don’t care. I love being in your arms and want to be there as long as possible.”

Forever would do.

How did one slap a hand over her mind to stop it from thinking? Besides, why was she even thinking that?

“And I love having you in my arms.”

She dared not think about the many things she wished she could say to him for fear of him hearing her. She wondered if he could feel how content she was at this moment. She smiled and looked at him. “Thank you for the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He grinned. “Oh, sweetheart, the best sex is yet to come.”