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  She tensed, an uncertain expression casting a shadow over her face.

  He gently probed her thoughts and suddenly wished he hadn’t come empty-handed. Why hadn’t he brought flowers? Red roses would perfectly compliment her dusky skin. Or maybe he should have brought candy or a bottle of wine. There was wine in the wine cabinet in a small room off from the kitchen, but going there to get a bottle wouldn’t have the same impact as arriving with one.

  He spoke in a soft voice. “Your belly is as alluring as the rest of you.”

  “Oh…Adrian!” She reached down to lift his hand from her stomach and kissed it. “Thank you for saying that.”

  He eased his hand from hers, put her leg down and reached for the pillow lying next to her head. “Lift up your hips.”

  He liked that she obeyed without asking why. Slipping the pillow under her ass, he settled between her legs on his stomach with her pussy just inches from his mouth.

  She made a small sound and rotated her hips, as if impatient.

  Although he normally preferred bald pussies, he had to admit he liked the feel of her pubic hair against his shaved pubes when they’d fucked on the chair. Now as he bent his head and gently touched his tongue to her engorged clit, he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the coarse hair so close to his mouth.

  She inhaled sharply.

  He smiled. Eating pussy was even more enjoyable with a passionate, sensual woman like Brandi. Lifting his head, he watched his seed trickle down her warm, dark ass cheeks. What a beautiful sight.

  He eased a finger into her pussy and gently fingered her.

  “Oh…”

  He added a second finger. As he finger fucked her, he rained biting kisses against her wet, warm, fragrant cunt. Knowing she was full of his blood-drenched seed heightened his pleasure.

  She moaned softly, lifting her legs to rest across his shoulders. “Adrian…oh….Adrian…”

  He liked the way she murmured his name while thrusting her hips off the pillow to push her pussy into his face.

  Removing his fingers from her pussy, he gripped her hips and settled between her legs. He ate her with a slow enjoyment, savoring the wonderful sensation of feeling his tongue sliding deep into a pussy full of his blood and cum, and mingled with her pungent natural juices.

  She locked her legs around him and rocked herself against him.

  Damn. He liked that. He lost himself in a world where there was only the exquisite scent and taste of her pussy and warmth of her thighs around his face. Her soft, gasping moans as she came fueled his own passions and he groaned, thrusting his tongue deep into her pussy.

  She fell back against the bed and allowed her legs to fall away from him.

  Still hungry for her, he rose, slid his cock deep into her pussy, and lay between her thighs with his face against her neck.

  She put her arms around him, pressing her soft, warm lips against his hair.

  After enjoying the enchantment of lying with her for several minutes, he extended his arms to take his weight off her.

  Her eyes were closed. A warm, beautiful smile curved her lips. She had such beautiful skin and was so sensual; he found it difficult to believe he was only her fourth lover. He glanced down at her large breasts protruding from her bra. His cock pulsed. The need to fuck her again surged through him.

  Reminding himself that she was human and might need to rest before they fucked again did little to rein in his passion. He ejaculated inside her to help keep her moist so he could fuck her again without removing his cock.

  His concern for her comfort annoyed him. They were sharing a weekend tryst. What was it about her that made him want to extend himself for her and made him want to treat her as something other than an easy, albeit exquisite lay? He needed to regain his grip on reality—immediately.

  Feeling sexy and wanton, Brandi smiled up at him, cupping her hands over his tight ass. “Lie on me,” she invited. “I want to feel your weight on me this time.”

  “Oh, you do?”

  Lying under him with his cock still inside her felt wonderful. She nodded, caressing his ass. “Yes. I do.”

  He responded by pulling out of her.

  She frowned, rolling onto her side. “Adrian?”

  He lay on his side for a moment before he got out of bed.

  She sat up. “What’s wrong?”

  He turned to give her a long, cool look. “What’s wrong is you seem to think I’m interested in you and or your pleasure.”

  Great. They were back to square one. “And?”

  “And I’m not.”

  She blinked up at him. “You’re not?”

  “No. I’m not.”

  “Charming.” She flashed him a brief smile.

  He turned to cross the room and quickly pulled on his clothes.

  Brandi sighed. Clearly she had miscalculated and overestimated his interest in her. She should cut her losses and ask him to take her home. But if she did, she might never get another opportunity to share a weekend with a truly bad boy.

  Despite his rekindled anger, sex between them had been explosive. And for her, at least, it had felt special. Was it just wishful thinking on her part to think he might share that view? If not, why had he held her so tenderly after sex? She got out of bed. His semen rolled from her pussy and down her thigh. She blushed and cupped a hand between her legs.

  “Adrian?”

  He tossed a cool glance over his shoulder before he walked towards the bedroom door.

  “Adrian!”

  He turned. “What?”

  “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

  “I’m leaving.”

  “You’re leaving? Now?”

  “Yes. Now.”

  Apparently he wasn’t one to linger after sex. “But I need time to shower and dress,” she protested.

  “You can take as much time as you like after I leave.”

  “After you leave? You mean alone? You’re leaving alone?”

  “Yes. I’m leaving alone.”

  She rushed across the room to press her naked body against his back as he reached for the doorknob.

  He stiffened.

  She slipped her arms around him and slid her palms down to rub against his cock.

  “Stop that!”

  She brushed her cheek against his back. “You can’t leave yet. Rayna said you would take me home—after we’d spent the weekend together.” She unzipped his pants.

  He swore softly, but made no effort to stop her.

  Reaching into the slit in his briefs, she closed her fingers around his erect cock. She eased his shaft outside his briefs and pants so that it protruded in front of his body. She gently pumped him.

  “Shit!”

  She smiled, cupping a hand over his big balls, heavy with cum she was eager to feel him shooting inside her.

  He stepped away from her before he spun around to grip her wrists. “I told you to stop!”

  Stop? With his beautiful cock fully erect and just inches from her aching pussy? “Stop what?” As she spoke, she moved closer. She linked her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest and her pussy against the head of his cock.

  He shuddered.

  She wiggled her hips until she felt the big cock head seeping pre-cum against her pussy. She reached down, closed her fingers around him, and guided him between her outer pussy lips. “Take me,” she encouraged in a shameless voice. “Fuck me again, my handsome Adrian.”

  “I’m not your anything!”

  Damn him! She shoved her hips forward, then gasped and closed her eyes as she felt his hard length sliding into her. She paused, only partially impaled on him. “Slide the rest of your sugar dick in deep, Adrian.”

  For one sweet moment, she had visions of spending the rest of the night on her back with her legs spread wide, full of hot, hard, vampire cock.

  He swore, wrapped his arms around her, and thrust his hips forward, driving the rest of his sugar dick into her greedy, achy pussy.


  She shuddered, arching into him. “Oh, God, that’s it. Give me every inch.” She dug her nails in his ass. “Your cock is so good!”

  She savored a few long, deep thrusts of his cock before he suddenly put his hands on her waist and pushed her off his cock.

  She reached out a hand. “Adrian…”

  He shook his head while pushing his cock back inside his briefs and sliding up his zipper. “Stop trying to seduce me! It won’t work.”

  She thought better of reminding him that she’d already seduced him once and had come close to it a second time.

  Almost as if he’d read her mind, he narrowed his gaze and shook his head. “Don’t push your luck. And be thankful I’m prepared to leave without ravishing you.”

  She sucked in a breath and leaned forward to rub her pussy against his body. “I came here expecting and wanting you to ravish me.”

  He pushed her away. “You’re a supposedly intelligent female.” He gave her a long, cold stare. “Do I look as if I’m interested in ravishing you?”

  There was no misunderstanding that look or his words. Her cheeks burned and she lifted her chin to stare up into his eyes. “You liked the idea well enough just minutes ago!”

  “Since you appear to be incapable of grasping the obvious, let me be blunt. Don’t flatter yourself.”

  She swallowed hard, hurt and humiliated by the unexpected rejection. “You get what you want and then you go out of your way to be unkind? Obviously you were absent when manners and charm were taught.”

  “If I were you, Ms. Knight, I’d leave well enough alone before I’m really unkind.”

  It was hard to reconcile this cold male with the one whose passion had nearly consumed her. But he’d made his lack of further interest in her painfully clear.

  She turned and rushed across the room to the bed. She pulled the cover up over her nude body. “What about me?”

  He stood at the door, staring at her. “What about you?”

  “You can’t just leave me in the middle of the woods at night.”

  “Why not? That’s how I found you.”

  Damn if he wasn’t oozing charm. “How am I supposed to get back to Philly?”

  He curled his top lip back, revealing his incisors. “Ask me if I give a flying fuck where you go or how you get there! The next time you want a romp with a stranger, maybe you should bring your own car,” he suggested.

  “There isn’t going to be a next time!”

  “That might be wise. The next vampire you trick into fucking you might not be so forgiving.”

  “I didn’t trick you!”

  He arched a brow. “Do you really think I drove up here expecting to find you waiting for me?”

  She stared at him in silence while her eyes filled with tears.

  He stared back for several moments before he turned and jerked the bedroom door open and left the room. Moments later, she heard the front door slam and a car engine start.

  Chapter Four

  Brandi gulped and blinked. The tears spilled down her cheeks. She impatiently wiped them away. Rayna had warned her that he had a temper. But she hadn’t done or said anything which justified his going from gently caressing her after sex to storming out and leaving her stranded.

  She gave an angry shake of her head. This is what came of behaving like an alley cat in heat the moment her grandparents were cold in their graves. Her mother’s parents had been loving, but very old-fashioned. How many times had her grandfather told her men didn’t respect girls who gave it up freely or easily? And she could almost hear her grandmother’s refrain that it was just as easy to fall for a decent man as it was to fall into lust with a bad one who would lead her astray and never marry her.

  To please them and in an effort to repay them for raising her at a time when they should have been enjoying their golden years, she had studiously avoided dating anyone they might consider unsuitable for a good girl.

  Even after their deaths, she might have continued to date men like her ex, Doug if she hadn’t met Rayna. Brandi and Rayna had quickly become friends. They had soon discovered a shared interest in the possible existence of vampires. Rayna had suggested several sites which had occupied Brandi for countless hours.

  Three months after their first meeting, Rayna invited her out to dinner. During dessert she had casually mentioned that her uncle was a vampire who had a thing for plus-sized black women. Brandi had looked into her eyes and believed her. Two months later, she had agreed to spend a weekend with Adrian.

  Brandi sighed. Sometimes life seemed so unfair. She had met her fantasy male only to have him reject her after one fuck. Perhaps her grandparents had been right. The key to happiness lay in settling down and marrying a dependable man. Her mother had married a bad boy and both had overdosed on drugs.

  Her thoughts turned to Doug Myers, a tall, dark, gentle college professor whose proposal she had twice refused. Perhaps it was time to reconsider. Doug didn’t excite her passions or inspire her to fantasize about nights of unbridled lust, but he respected her. She could never imagine him suggesting all he wanted from her was a weekend of sex. If she married him, she’d always be sure of him.

  And never again feel the passion she had shared with Adrian.

  She shook her head. What was wrong with her that her treacherous body and heart preferred an insulting vampire who probably didn’t even know the concept of love to a sweet, gentle man who would cherish her forever? Doug had always been a kind and considerate lover.

  Yet, it was Adrian she longed for. She closed her eyes on a fresh rush of tears and curled her body on her side. Recalling his reaction to her second attempt at seduction, she decided she’d given up too easily. Come hell or high water, she was going to spend at least one night with him. Crying wouldn’t get her very far with Adrian. She wiped her tears away.

  Filled with rage, Adrian drove well above the speed limit. The moment he slowed down, a vision of Brandi Knight’s dark eyes swimming with tears imprinted itself on his mind. He had little patience with women who cried at the drop of a damn hat. Hell would freeze over before he put up with waterworks from any woman other than Rayna.

  Once he dragged his thoughts away from her tears, he found himself remembering those first few moments of sliding inside her. His cock hardened against his thigh as he relived the pleasure of her pumping up and down on him. She’d enjoyed fucking him as much as he’d enjoyed fucking her.

  He shook his head. Snap out of it, Redwolfe. You’re too damned old to behave like a teenage boy who’d just been seduced and fucked by an experienced older woman. He was no boy, but damn if she hadn’t seduced him as effectively as if he had been one. Walking away from her had been difficult, but he’d probably saved himself a lot of grief by doing it.

  When he arrived at the mainline estate he shared with Rayna and his brothers, he glared at the large water-color of a pretty, full-figured black woman which hung on the wall opposite the entrance door. She had been jerking his chain since the moment he saw her. But he’d finally had enough.

  He flashed up the wide, winding staircase on the right side of the foyer. “Rayna!”

  There was no response. When he reached the second floor landing, he tossed the door at the top of the staircase open and stormed inside. “Rayna!” Her lush, cream and lavender four-room suite was empty. Where the hell was she?

  “Let me guess. Your slender, blond superhoe turned out to be black, plain, and full-figured?”

  Adrian turned and stalked across the room to stare at his twin who leaned against the wall near the open door. “If you knew that why didn’t you warn me, Conner?” He demanded.

  “You’ve spent nearly fifty years spoiling Rayna rotten and now you’re shocked and appalled to find that she’s a spoiled brat determined to have her way?”

  He sighed. Finding the crying infant outside the gates of their mansion nearly fifty years earlier one warm June night had changed all their lives forever. He had intended to call the police to report an abandoned b
aby. But the moment he bent down to pick her up, she’d stopped crying and reached out to wrap her tiny brown fingers around one of his.

  He’d gazed down into her dark eyes and felt a protective instinct so strong he’d instantly known that he wouldn’t call the police. His brothers would raise hell, but he was determined to keep her and raise her as his niece. To his surprise, neither Conner nor Jay had protested. They had crowded around and she had reached out to each one of them.