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  “I want you, Worth,” she said, just in case there was any doubt left in his mind. Which would be ridiculous considering she was sitting naked and in his lap. What more did a girl have to do?

  Kiss him. Yes, she would kiss him. To hell with not making the first move.

  With all the boldness she could deliver, she closed the distance between them and crushed her lips against his. It was a desperate act and she was relieved when he welcomed her rather than reject her advances.

  His delicious tongue delved into her mouth, slipping past her parted lips. She nearly cheered at his enthusiasm and hoped it would lead to him making love to her. No, not making love. He would fuck her. And she would love it.

  She sucked on his tongue, savoring the unique taste of him along with the hint of tangy sweetness, probably from an orange he grew in his orchard. Another product of his hard work.

  Eager to learn more, to know every aspect of him, she broke the kiss, reached between them and used her sharp claw to slice at the thick fabric of his pants from hips to crotch, extra careful not to cut his skin. His body jerked slightly in surprise and his cock sprang free. Perfectly erect but somewhat curved as it pointed toward his chiseled abdomen. Her mouth watered as she slid her palm over his engorged head then back down his base. He was thick and unbelievably solid in her grasp, her hand small against the length of him. Another groan ripped from his lungs and he looked at her with feral eyes. Hungry and determined.

  “Blanca,” he said her name like a warning and shook his head.

  “Yes,” she replied. “Yes, I want you.” She squeezed his cock. “I want this.”

  He inhaled a long breath through his teeth and bit out a curse. His shoulders dropped as if giving in, then he leaned his forehead against her collar bone. His nose settled in the space between her breasts, nuzzling against her swollen flesh with a tenderness she’d never met before. A sweetness she’d always imagined would happen with a life mate, not a Vamp who cared nothing for her.

  The Weres in her pack had all been gentle and generous lovers. Her pack mates, especially during the full moon orgies, had pleased her thoroughly but she’d never had a particularly innocent, intimate moment. Sex was always the ultimate goal, a release, an intense orgasm. But this moment seemed different.

  Several surreal minutes passed before she let go of his erection and brought her hands to his neck to hold him to her bosom. She combed her fingers along his scalp, through his damp hair. Their breathing evened and matched each others. Nothing else in the world existed.

  Achingly slow, he skimmed his hands along her hips and waist to her breasts. She sighed with a giddy delight as he caressed her flesh. He met her eyes and kept contact while lowering his mouth. His tongue grazed her areola, the tip circling the rosy, puckered skin, making her nipple ache for attention. Finally he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, causing sparks to sizzle down to her soaking pussy. Once, twice, then repeatedly until she could feel the ministrations deep within her, squeezing her womb, tightening her belly.

  She gasped and hitched her hips forward, desperately pressing her cunt to his hard cock. “Please,” she said, not caring about her promise to herself. She would beg, lie, steal, whatever it took to feel him inside of her, bringing her pleasure.

  He grabbed her waist and held her at bay. A wicked grin skewed his lips, showing his sharp white teeth, his fangs distended. “Look what you did to my trousers, Blanca. I should spank your ass for this.”

  “Do it.” She showed him her own canines, flexing her lips over her teeth. “I dare you. Do it, Worth.”

  Chapter Five

  Before Blanca could blink, Worth lifted her off his lap and hauled her onto the table, face down. The solid wood creaked from the force. Her knees found a spot on the bench as he held her upper body down on the table. If he was trying to scare her, it wasn’t working. Bent over, she propped her ass up, waiting for him to make good on his threat. Finally.

  Damn, she was hot for him. Cream slickened her pussy and she smelled the musky richness of her own desire. Yet he paused, a tortured groan echoing in the small cabin.

  “There it is,” she said through clenched teeth. “Have my ass, Worth. Smack it. Fuck it. Do something before I lose my mind. Be a man—”

  The sting of his hand on her ass shouldn’t have startled her but she found herself gasping and arching her back. His other hand pressed harder on her mid-back, holding her down. Pinpricks of heat shot straight to her cunt, her inner walls convulsing, her womb tightening.

  “Yes,” she breathed out. “Do it again.” She wanted to feel something. Anything.

  His hand came down again in the same spot and a low throaty cry tore from her lips as the sweet, sweltering sensation ripped through her. Once, twice and again, he smacked her bottom. Her body jerked against the table, shaking the solid wood. The stinging splintered to her nerve endings and she cried out again, releasing a load of frustration and anguish.

  “Please, please, please make me come, Worth. Please.” Tears burned her eyes as she lifted her bottom, ready for more.

  “Do you need it, wildflower?” His voice was raw and it vibrated through her body. She felt the thickness of his cock take the place of his hand. He thumped it against her tender skin. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? What you do to me?”

  She nodded, unable to speak, anticipation wreaking havoc on her breathing.

  He gripped the flesh of her ass and molded it in his hands, his abrasive palm and fingers massaging roughly as the column of his cock tickled her crevice. As a Were she could take anything he gave. She wanted it rough. Red hot. She didn’t want him to hold back.

  “Please fuck me hard.” Perspiration trailed down her forehead and cheeks. It moistened her entire body and goose bumps rose on her skin.

  “I’ll take care of you, Blanca,” he whispered huskily as one of his hands slipped between the valley of her thighs. “I’ll give you want you need.”

  “Yes.” She clenched her eyes shut.

  Two fingers parted her swollen labia. He slicked them along her creamy skin and she shuddered from how sensitive a simple touch had become. Her body was keyed up and oh-so-ready to orgasm. A release had become a necessity. And she knew Worth could give it to her.

  The strange thought that she only wanted the climax to come from the result of his attentions made her a bit uneasy. But she couldn’t deny that no one else would do at the moment.

  And if her pack happened to show at that moment and broke up what she hoped was about to happen…well, she’d be fucked. And not in a good way.

  Her body shook as desperation overcame her and she started to turn so she could take control but he pressed his hand on her back again to keep her still.

  “You’re not going anywhere just yet.”

  “Stop teasing me then. I need you.”

  A long thick finger penetrated her cunt, thrusting deep, and her vaginal walls squeezed against the intrusion.

  “Ah. Yes. That’s it.” Her juices slicked as he worked his finger in and out slowly. He bent his fingertip downward and grazed her inner wall, along that magical spot. A fire lit and blazed through her womb. She screamed his name through her teeth and smacked her hand on the table. Her legs trembled against the bench.

  He chuckled, a heated rustle that warmed her skin. “I like how you respond to me, Blanca.” He inserted a second finger, stretching her. “You smell delicious. I wonder how you taste.”

  She swiveled her head to look up at him. Glistening eyes stared back at her and his naughty grin showed just enough fang. She’d never thought she’d find those things attractive but on Worth they were sexy as sin. Fantasies of what he could do with those extended canines raced through her mind.

  “Eat me and find out,” she said. Her cheeks heated at her own words, her boldness surprising her. When was the last time she’d ordered, or even asked, someone to give her oral sex?

  Never. Not once. Their blood bond must be stronger than any she’d experienced.
Damn. She was weak for him.

  His grin flattened out as he leaned over and pressed his lips to the red mark he’d left on the flesh of her ass. Blanca watched him as best she could from her angle. Every move he made, every slight switch in his expressions, captivated her. She wondered what went through his mind as his lips lingered over bottom…as his fingers slipped in and out of her slick pussy. Did he want her as much as she wanted him? Or was his body reacting to the bond while his mind fought the desire?

  He kissed her tender skin again. She wrenched her neck more, trying to keep an eye on him, but he moved out of sight, his lips brushing over the curve of her ass. Her body shivered in response, knowing where he was heading.

  She gave up studying him and rested her forehead on the table, enjoying the feel of his fingers skimming along her sensitized vaginal walls. Warm pressure built in her womb with his skilled movements.

  She felt his lips on the sensitive area between her anus and her pussy. He licked her there, then eased his fingers out and used his hands to spread her legs farther apart. She could hear his boots scratching the floor as he kneeled and repositioned himself. Her pulse throbbed at her temples as she waited, wanting, craving to feel his mouth there. She tilted up her bottom more to give him better access.

  A groan rumbled from him as he spread her labia with his fingers. He licked the length of her from her clit to her pussy. It was silk velvet against her swollen, aching flesh. More juices stirred and flowed from her as if he’d beckoned it.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. His tongue lapped at the cream, smothering over her folds, flicking at her clit and dipping into her cunt. Pass after glorious pass.

  Blanca’s body shook with tremors so she clasped onto the side of the table to steady herself. Whimpers broke from her lips as the pressure and heat grew and stirred low in her pelvis.

  “Worth,” she pleaded. Her voice muffled against the wood. “Please. Please.” The heat spread like wildfire through her veins, blazing her blood, scalding her skin.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come.”

  Two fingers thrust into her pussy and moved in a steady, electric rhythm, while his lips skimmed down, his fangs raking gently over her folds, until his mouth latched onto her clit. He drew the tender bud in between his lips and suckled on the ripe flesh. Her mind and body went mad with ecstasy. He sucked harder, drawing her clit in deep, laving it with his tongue. His fingers plunged into her pussy, fast and steady.

  “Oh, oh, oh. Worth, please, yes.” She panted, mewed and went rigid as the intense orgasm crested, lifting her to a new level of oblivion.

  Then she exploded, bursting from somewhere deep within her, hidden nerve endings that were being relieved and rewarded with this new pleasure they’d never felt before.

  She sighed and arched her back as the aftershocks washed over her. As he continued to tease her clit with his tongue and work her pussy with his fingers.

  Until all energy was spent from her body. She collapsed back onto the table, her legs went limp.

  Then he pulled away and swatted her ass one more time.

  The room spun around her and she was startled slightly when he lifted her into his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom. Gently, he laid her on the mattress and kissed her forehead so sweetly that her eyes widened in surprise.

  “Get some rest,” he said over his shoulder as he walked from the room. “I’ll make us something to eat.”

  Blanca kept her gaze on him, her body satiated, her skin still tingling. He hadn’t taken her. He hadn’t fucked her until his own release had come. No, he pleasured her and walked away.

  But why? Her eyes drifted shut as her mind wondered. And she couldn’t help but feel that self-doubt creep over her. For the first time in her long life she wanted a man, a Vamp, just as badly as she wanted her freedom. Even now, after the bursting orgasm he’d given her, she still yearned for his touch, to have his solid body on top of her, his cock deep inside of her.

  Yet he walked away.

  * * * * *

  Worth rode his horse along the length of the pasture. Above him, the sun blazed down on him. But today instead of trying to ignore the scorching heat, he welcomed it. He concentrated on how his skin blistered, bubbled and, in some spots, charred. He inhaled the acrid scent of burning flesh and let his mind become repulsed by the stench. The pain was excruciating, almost intolerable. And he welcomed it.

  Needed it.

  Anything to stop him from thinking of how much he hungered to thrust his dick into her sweet pussy while sinking his teeth into her veins. He’d nearly lost his mind the night before. He’d nearly forgotten why he ever decided not to take a blood slave. Every minute he’d spent protesting the High Council. Every argument he’d ever had with Marta. Every moral fiber in his body. Every thought had blurred, vanished and replaced with his overwhelming desire for Blanca. And to claim her as his own.

  She’d wanted him, begged for him to fuck her. He could still hear her seductive voice in his head, could still taste her succulent flavor on his tongue and lips. She called to him even now.

  He pushed the brim of his hat up farther on his forehead and looked over his shoulder toward the barn. She was in there doing who-knows-what. He hadn’t bothered arguing with her about her lack of shoes this morning. Not when he thought he might pounce on her luscious little body at any second. Still, he wondered what she was doing. He refused to use his mental surveillance to see her, to witness her lithe, feminine movements, to visually outline the curve of her figure, to see her fiery eyes, the irresistible pout of her lips, the stubborn lift of her chin. She was far more breathtaking than he’d first given her credit for. Far more dangerous.

  Thankfully, she’d seemed just as determined to keep her distance from him.

  A warm breeze blew against his baking body, intensifying the pain, but he rode harder, faster. Farther away. The sun singed his hands as he gripped the reins. He’d been so eager to leave home that he’d forgotten his gloves. Stupid.

  What was she going to do tonight when she saw his roasted skin? He hadn’t expected the reaction he’d received last night. The way she’d cared for him. A small part of his cold heart had warmed to her touch and how she’d embraced him to her breasts, to her soft, warm body.

  Blanca, with her affection, had brought back memories of his human wife. Jenie had loved him with an intense passion that had taken his breath away on a daily basis. Up until a Vampire had stolen him from her. He’d taken her for a blood slave and had turned Worth into one of them. While he was suffering through the changes, his wife had died at the hands of the filthy Vamp.

  A familiar sharp pain stung his chest. The pain, the guilt was too much to bear. Even two centuries later the memories made him so angry he could kill. But who was he to blame now? Worth had found the killer and he’d decapitated the son of a bitch. He’d ended it too soon and now there was nowhere he could position the guilt but onto himself. It was his fault that Jenie was dead. As her husband he should have been able to protect her. Now he was just like the bastard who murdered her. A bloodsucker.

  He’d eased the ache somewhat with Marta. A Vamp wife made him feel somewhat normal, less dirty. He hadn’t loved her with the same passion but he’d lost himself in her nonetheless. Her beauty blinded him and made it so he could live with himself. For a time.

  Then she’d grown frustrated with him and his decision to use the sun for his nutrients—and willing humans when the sun wasn’t enough. She’d complained that every nobleman in Okantalor possessed at least two Were blood slaves. Why couldn’t they? Worth owned enough land to be considered upper class. She’d pushed him to petition to become a part of the High Council. She’d been so sure he would be accepted if he would just play by their rules.

  But Worth wanted no part of it. If the rules meant that he would have to possess an unwilling creature to be his blood slave then he would fight the rules to the very end. If only in Jenie’s name.

  So Marta had final
ly given up on trying to change him. Instead she’d gone to the High Council herself. Then she’d eloquently fucked her way to the top, to Premiere Bartholomew. With her great beauty, it wasn’t difficult for her to position herself as his One.

  The loss for Worth wasn’t as devastating as when he’d lost Jenie. Yet he still missed having a woman in his bed night after night. He missed talking and debating with an equal partner at his side. He missed laughing and teasing and making love.

  And, yes, last night with Blanca had sated that need. No, sated was the wrong word entirely. It provoked the need. No other woman, human, Vamp or Were could have given him such joy by simply accepting the pleasure he was giving her. But he wanted something more from her, an urgent plea within himself to make her his own. To keep her with him, claim her, protect her, and to please her until she was completely satisfied. And to have her blood eternally intertwined with his, forever pumping through his nutrient-deficient body.

  Damn it.

  He licked his cracked lips and brought the horse to a quick halt. His fangs distended on their own accord and in a mind not his own, he turned and headed back to the barn. She desired him. Why should he refuse her and deny himself at the same time?

  The horse took off on a gallop over the pasture. He couldn’t get to her fast enough. Blanca. He mentally visualized her brushing Zola. She wore his shirt and only his shirt. The sleeves were folded up to her delicate elbows. The hem barely reached her toned thighs as she reached up.

  In his peripheral vision an approaching horse caught his attention, throwing his focus off of Blanca. The rider, a human, wore a courier uniform with a familiar emblem stitched to his sleeves. On alert, Worth slowed his horse and started toward the man. He was a High Council courier, the circular emblem on his uniform confirmed that. One of the many human minions who were loyal to the influential circle of Okantalor Vamps.

  What the hell did he want?

  Worth knew the answer before the man even spoke. His chest knotted at the very idea. He moved his horse parallel to the courier’s and waited for the man to get over the shock of seeing Worth’s burned skin.