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tracked them, found them and put them down. There was no room for fucking in the
equation.
His hand opening my zipper brought me back to the situation at hand. It didn t matter
how attractive he was. I had a job to do. I was letting him distract me too much. I needed to
forget about that night at Torque. I thought I wanted to for a minute& until I looked at him.
I stepped backward, but his hands latched onto my legs again. I fell backward, landing
on the couch behind me.
Much better, he purred. He gripped my jeans and pulled. Before I really realised
what he d done, my bare ass landed on the cold leather sofa.
I must have looked as shocked as I felt because he laughed. It was a great laugh, deep
and throaty, full of sex more than any real humour.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
48
He wrapped his hands behind my calves, gently pulling and urging me to slide closer
to him. Sitting there, near-naked and hard, I knew I had lost. I d probably known it since I d
opened the door, but arguing just seemed pointless once he had me naked and ready for him.
I stared into those moss-green eyes, so much older than the face that held them, and
knew I couldn t do it. I couldn t kill him. Even if I conjured the willpower to get dressed and
walk away, I would never be able to drive a stake though his chest, could never mar that
perfect, pale flesh, could never look into his face and watch as his life faded away.
I was fucked.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
49
Chapter Six
Kiss me.
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn t question his good fortune. He climbed up my
body, his legs straddling my hips. I reached up to him, taking another handful of that silken
hair, and finally pulled his face against mine. His tongue pushed my lips apart, exploring my
mouth. I moaned at the feel of that warm, wet muscle wrestling with my own. He tasted like
a spicy candy, sweet and savoury all at once. I found myself wanting to taste every inch of
him again as if my memory of him wasn t good enough anymore. I gripped his hair harder,
keeping him pressed tight to me while I enjoyed every second of that body and mouth on
me.
He sighed into my mouth, shifting his hips up so that he was on his knees over me, his
hands pressed to the sides of my face holding me still while he continued his exploration. His
erection pressed hard against my chest, and I wanted him. In that moment, nothing mattered
but the two of us and what I needed from him.
I let go of his hair so I could pull at his shirt, urging him to take it off. He raised his
arms, reminding me of my earlier fantasy.
I thought you didn t want me, he said as I slid my hands up his ribs and arms, taking
his shirt with them then dropping it to the floor.
I never said that. I wrapped my arms around his back, fingers splayed to touch as
much of him as possible. In fact, I think you know just how much I enjoy being with you. I
placed small kisses across his chest. Since the first time I saw you at Torque, I ve wanted
you. Before I knew who you were. Then, when I saw you standing on that stage, sweat
dripping down your neck. I flicked my tongue over his nipple. And after the concert, when
you stood so close to me. I bit him playfully, smiling at the sharp hiss that escaped his lips.
I wanted to touch you again so fucking bad.
Jarrod slid his hands up the back of my neck, sharply pulling back my head with my
hair and staring at me for a second before he dropped forward to kiss me again. I gripped his
shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
50
I tipped him backward, easing us both to the floor so I would be on top of him. I kissed
my way over his neck and his chest, sliding down to play my tongue along the waistband of
his jeans. I started to pull at his zipper, but he had other plans.
He hooked a leg over mine, using his strength to flip us both over, leaving him on top
of me. He immediately slid down me. His eyes flicked up to look at me as he repeated what I
had just done to him.
There was no more teasing, no slow build up. We were past that. Foreplay had been
taken care of days earlier. He took my cock in his mouth, slamming himself down until my
tip hit the back of his throat then pulling back just to repeat the action, over and over again. It
was just as he had been at the Masked Ball. If he didn t stop soon, I would finish long before I
wanted to.
I cried out at the feel of his throat convulsing around me. My hands snaked into his hair
pulling gently to try to get him to stop or, at least, slow down. He knocked my arms away
with his own hands, apparently not ready to give up yet.
I m going to come if you don t stop, I said, a slight growl in my voice. Please, Jarrod,
please stop.
He let my cock fall from his mouth then climbed back up to kiss me. He had shifted his
body so he was no longer directly over me but more to the side. I broke from the kiss and sat
up, exhaling shakily.
Bedroom? he asked.
I nodded, allowing him to help me stand. I led him to my room. He walked in first, and
I shut the door behind us. When I turned he pinned me against the door, kissing me deeply.
Our hands flew over each other s bodies, touching whatever we could reach. Our tongues
wrestled so violently against each other that he nicked me with his fang. He tried to pull
away, but my hand on the back of his head stopped him from moving.
He ran his tongue over mine, the coppery taste of my blood filling both of our mouths.
He growled, the sound of it causing a shiver to crash through me. He backed away. His chest
heaved, and there was fire in his eyes.
I want you to fuck me, Mitch. Please. It s all I ve thought of since you showed up at the
concert. I need to feel you inside of me. Right now.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
51
I kissed him again, leading him backward with my body until his legs bumped against
the bed frame. He slid off his pants, kicking them aside before climbing onto the mattress, all
the time watching me with a look of complete ownership. I stared at him and wondered if
my eyes looked the same to him.
Seeing him naked on my bed ignited feelings in me I don t think I d ever felt before. It
was more than just want or need for the man. It was possessiveness. I felt like I was claiming
him as mine. I wanted him to be mine forever. I wanted to come home every day to the sight
of this man naked and waiting for me in this bed.
The thought made me draw back a little. I barely knew him, and what I did know of
him was not good. There was no reasonable explanation for my reaction to him.
Are you okay? Jarrod reached out, taking my hand in his.
I nodded, not wanting to talk about anything just then. I kept our fingers intertwined
while I climbed over him then sat on his thighs, pining his hands to the bed with my own.
Staring into his eyes, I found myself wanting to drown in them. It wasn t vampire powers I
wasn t really sure what it was but he was so beautiful.
Before he could ask again if anything was wrong, I leaned forward to kiss him. I let go
of his hands so he could touch me. His fingers played lightly up and down my back, as if he
were using them to write secret messages on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up
at the feel of it. I groaned against his mouth, inching my ass up slightly to grind my erection
against his.
Jarrod pulled away from my mouth.
I want you, he said again. His tone more urgent now. I was glad to hear he sounded
as close to desperate as I felt.
I moved off of him to get a condom and some lube out of the nightstand drawer. I was
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tracked them, found them and put them down. There was no room for fucking in the
equation.
His hand opening my zipper brought me back to the situation at hand. It didn t matter
how attractive he was. I had a job to do. I was letting him distract me too much. I needed to
forget about that night at Torque. I thought I wanted to for a minute& until I looked at him.
I stepped backward, but his hands latched onto my legs again. I fell backward, landing
on the couch behind me.
Much better, he purred. He gripped my jeans and pulled. Before I really realised
what he d done, my bare ass landed on the cold leather sofa.
I must have looked as shocked as I felt because he laughed. It was a great laugh, deep
and throaty, full of sex more than any real humour.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
48
He wrapped his hands behind my calves, gently pulling and urging me to slide closer
to him. Sitting there, near-naked and hard, I knew I had lost. I d probably known it since I d
opened the door, but arguing just seemed pointless once he had me naked and ready for him.
I stared into those moss-green eyes, so much older than the face that held them, and
knew I couldn t do it. I couldn t kill him. Even if I conjured the willpower to get dressed and
walk away, I would never be able to drive a stake though his chest, could never mar that
perfect, pale flesh, could never look into his face and watch as his life faded away.
I was fucked.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
49
Chapter Six
Kiss me.
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn t question his good fortune. He climbed up my
body, his legs straddling my hips. I reached up to him, taking another handful of that silken
hair, and finally pulled his face against mine. His tongue pushed my lips apart, exploring my
mouth. I moaned at the feel of that warm, wet muscle wrestling with my own. He tasted like
a spicy candy, sweet and savoury all at once. I found myself wanting to taste every inch of
him again as if my memory of him wasn t good enough anymore. I gripped his hair harder,
keeping him pressed tight to me while I enjoyed every second of that body and mouth on
me.
He sighed into my mouth, shifting his hips up so that he was on his knees over me, his
hands pressed to the sides of my face holding me still while he continued his exploration. His
erection pressed hard against my chest, and I wanted him. In that moment, nothing mattered
but the two of us and what I needed from him.
I let go of his hair so I could pull at his shirt, urging him to take it off. He raised his
arms, reminding me of my earlier fantasy.
I thought you didn t want me, he said as I slid my hands up his ribs and arms, taking
his shirt with them then dropping it to the floor.
I never said that. I wrapped my arms around his back, fingers splayed to touch as
much of him as possible. In fact, I think you know just how much I enjoy being with you. I
placed small kisses across his chest. Since the first time I saw you at Torque, I ve wanted
you. Before I knew who you were. Then, when I saw you standing on that stage, sweat
dripping down your neck. I flicked my tongue over his nipple. And after the concert, when
you stood so close to me. I bit him playfully, smiling at the sharp hiss that escaped his lips.
I wanted to touch you again so fucking bad.
Jarrod slid his hands up the back of my neck, sharply pulling back my head with my
hair and staring at me for a second before he dropped forward to kiss me again. I gripped his
shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
50
I tipped him backward, easing us both to the floor so I would be on top of him. I kissed
my way over his neck and his chest, sliding down to play my tongue along the waistband of
his jeans. I started to pull at his zipper, but he had other plans.
He hooked a leg over mine, using his strength to flip us both over, leaving him on top
of me. He immediately slid down me. His eyes flicked up to look at me as he repeated what I
had just done to him.
There was no more teasing, no slow build up. We were past that. Foreplay had been
taken care of days earlier. He took my cock in his mouth, slamming himself down until my
tip hit the back of his throat then pulling back just to repeat the action, over and over again. It
was just as he had been at the Masked Ball. If he didn t stop soon, I would finish long before I
wanted to.
I cried out at the feel of his throat convulsing around me. My hands snaked into his hair
pulling gently to try to get him to stop or, at least, slow down. He knocked my arms away
with his own hands, apparently not ready to give up yet.
I m going to come if you don t stop, I said, a slight growl in my voice. Please, Jarrod,
please stop.
He let my cock fall from his mouth then climbed back up to kiss me. He had shifted his
body so he was no longer directly over me but more to the side. I broke from the kiss and sat
up, exhaling shakily.
Bedroom? he asked.
I nodded, allowing him to help me stand. I led him to my room. He walked in first, and
I shut the door behind us. When I turned he pinned me against the door, kissing me deeply.
Our hands flew over each other s bodies, touching whatever we could reach. Our tongues
wrestled so violently against each other that he nicked me with his fang. He tried to pull
away, but my hand on the back of his head stopped him from moving.
He ran his tongue over mine, the coppery taste of my blood filling both of our mouths.
He growled, the sound of it causing a shiver to crash through me. He backed away. His chest
heaved, and there was fire in his eyes.
I want you to fuck me, Mitch. Please. It s all I ve thought of since you showed up at the
concert. I need to feel you inside of me. Right now.
MITCH Dakota Rebel
51
I kissed him again, leading him backward with my body until his legs bumped against
the bed frame. He slid off his pants, kicking them aside before climbing onto the mattress, all
the time watching me with a look of complete ownership. I stared at him and wondered if
my eyes looked the same to him.
Seeing him naked on my bed ignited feelings in me I don t think I d ever felt before. It
was more than just want or need for the man. It was possessiveness. I felt like I was claiming
him as mine. I wanted him to be mine forever. I wanted to come home every day to the sight
of this man naked and waiting for me in this bed.
The thought made me draw back a little. I barely knew him, and what I did know of
him was not good. There was no reasonable explanation for my reaction to him.
Are you okay? Jarrod reached out, taking my hand in his.
I nodded, not wanting to talk about anything just then. I kept our fingers intertwined
while I climbed over him then sat on his thighs, pining his hands to the bed with my own.
Staring into his eyes, I found myself wanting to drown in them. It wasn t vampire powers I
wasn t really sure what it was but he was so beautiful.
Before he could ask again if anything was wrong, I leaned forward to kiss him. I let go
of his hands so he could touch me. His fingers played lightly up and down my back, as if he
were using them to write secret messages on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up
at the feel of it. I groaned against his mouth, inching my ass up slightly to grind my erection
against his.
Jarrod pulled away from my mouth.
I want you, he said again. His tone more urgent now. I was glad to hear he sounded
as close to desperate as I felt.
I moved off of him to get a condom and some lube out of the nightstand drawer. I was
pretty sure the protection wasn t necessary. Vampires and humans can t spread disease to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]