In Blood and Worth Loving Page 5

  “Mine.”

  She rocked her hips. “All yours, Adrian.”

  “All mine.”

  She smiled. He sounded as if he liked the idea of her being his.

  “I do.”

  She blinked. He’d read her mind.

  “Yes. I did.”

  Seated nuts deep inside her very stuffed pussy, he bent to take her toes back in his mouth while thrusting roughly in and out of her.

  Ignoring the initial discomfort of having such a huge cock pushing and pulling in and out of her with unrestrained lust, Brandi pushed her hips off the bed and fucked him back.

  He rewarded her by sucking her toes harder. That kept her hot and wet.

  He caressed her inner thighs as he took her. Every few seconds he’d rub his thumb against her clit.

  Under the slight discomfort was an underlying tenderness that touched and thrilled her. She lay moaning in an almost constant state of near ecstasy. “Make me come,” she whispered.

  He licked her toes and pushed his cock deep inside her.

  She moaned, lifting her ass to meet him thrust for thrust.

  Their second fuck of the night was wild, rough, quick, and even more satisfying than their first. Within minutes of his entrance, she lost herself and her emotions in the absolute delight of being fucked by him, cried out his name, and came.

  He released her leg, pinned her to the bed with his full weight, cupped his big hands under her ass, and burying his incisors in her neck, he fed on her blood.

  She shuddered, clutching him close. Sharing her blood with him created an intimacy between them so delicious she could almost taste it. She experienced a sense of euphoria and belonging she hadn’t felt with any other man. There was something primal yet special about sex with him.

  “Love me,” she whispered. “Love me and come in me and make me yours, Adrian. I want to be yours alone.”

  He fucked her for several minutes until he shuddered and exploded inside her.

  Brandi could actually feel him jetting deep inside her body. Everything about him turned her on. She linked her legs over his thighs and held him close. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, eager to make it as easy as possible for him to shoot every drop of his seed inside her. “Fill me up with your cum. Brand me as yours.”

  He seemed to come and gorge himself on her for a long time before he finally kissed her neck and lay trembling in her arms.

  Even though he was heavy, she enjoyed having him lie on her and linger in her after they’d both come. It enhanced the feeling of intimacy she felt. “I’m so glad you came back,” she whispered, tightening her fingers in his ass.

  He lifted his head to look down at her. “I came back for sex. Not conversation.”

  She felt as if he’d slapped her. She’d been a fool to think explosive sex could change Rayna’s warning to expect nothing but sex from him. Even without that warning, there was no excuse for a woman staring thirty in the face being so naïve. Nevertheless, his words stung. “Fine. You’ve had sex.” She pushed against his shoulders. “Let me up, please.”

  After a moment of resistance, he licked her neck, thrust in and out of her quickly several times, making her pussy wet, before he finally withdrew his cock and rolled off her and onto his side.

  Brandi scrambled off the bed. Spotting the vase of red roses, she glanced at him.

  He gave her a cool look.

  “They’re beautiful. Is there a card?” She asked.

  He shook his head.

  “No card? Why not? Who sends red roses without a card?”

  “Apparently I had a weak moment when I bought the roses but not weak enough to write a sappy message.”

  Clearly she’d be a fool to read anything into the roses. “The only sappy thing around here is you, Adrian.”

  He arched a brow. “Feeling brave?”

  Given her certainty that he could have his choice of sex partners, the fact that he’d chosen to return to her for sex spoke volumes. “Why not? You did come back—even if only for sex.”

  “It is only for sex so if I were you, I wouldn’t read too much into that.”

  “You’re not me.” She turned and hurried from the room with a hand cupped between her legs. Inside the bathroom, she walked into the shower and removed her hand.

  Pink semen trickled down her thigh. She sucked in an angry breath. Damn him. He’d drawn blood again. As before, when she examined herself, she found no cut or bruising to explain the blood.

  After a long, warm shower, his cum still seeped down one thigh. Uncertain of the source of the blood, she decided against douching. She placed two panty liners in her thong, pulled on a bra, and returned to find the bedroom empty.

  He’d left her again? Oh, hell, no. This drive-by fucking was getting old. She rushed from the room and down the stairs. She came to an abrupt stop at the bottom.

  Still naked and fully erect, Adrian strolled from the direction of the kitchen carrying a tray.

  She stood staring at him, unable to look away from his bobbing cock as he crossed the room to her. How could she still want him after he’d fucked her hard enough to make her bleed twice and had ruthlessly squashed all her efforts to make the weekend about anything but mindless sex?

  “I thought you might be hungry so I made you a snack.” He nodded towards the brown leather sofa.

  Surprised, she walked across the room to sit on the loveseat instead.

  He followed and sat beside her with his thigh pressed against hers.

  She shook her head and rose.

  He placed the tray on the coffee table and drew her back down beside him.

  She tried to shake his hand off her wrist.

  He tightened his fingers. “It’s way too late to decide you don’t want me to touch you, honey.”

  She blushed. “You’re hurting me and don’t call me honey in that…nasty tone of voice.”

  “Have it your way—for now.” He released her wrist and offered her one of the two cups from the tray.

  She would have loved to slap it away but she was thirsty and hungry. Besides, she had no idea how he’d respond to such provocation. She gave him a cool stare. “Is this safe to drink or is it laced with arsenic?”

  His blue eyes sparked, but he didn’t smile. “I assume that’s your charming way of implying you think I have to drug a woman to get her in bed.”

  She lifted her chin. “Do you?”

  “Not lately.”

  “How can I be sure?”

  The corners of his mouth twitched. “Trust me, poisoning isn’t high on the lists of things I want to do to you.”

  She resisted the urge to flirt with him. He’d slapped her down enough for one night. She accepted the cup and sniffed. A sweet, fragrant aroma assailed her nostrils. “What is it?”

  “Herbal tea laced with fresh lemon and rum.”

  She took a small tentative sip. Hmmm. Nice. She took several longer sips. Very tasty.

  “Do you like it?”

  She nodded. “It’s warm and deliciously sweet.”

  He stroked a finger down the side of her neck. “So are you.”

  She turned to stare at him. “You didn’t think so when you first saw me.”

  He shrugged.

  “Why were you so disappointed when you first saw me? What did Rayna tell you about me?”

  “What does it matter what she told me? I’m here.”

  “But you left.”

  “And came back,” he pointed out.

  “But before you left you made me feel as if…as if I…you told me not to flatter myself.”

  He sighed. “I was angry.”

  “No shit, Sherlock. Does being angry make it okay to try to make me feel unattractive?”

  “No, but like nearly everyone else, I say things I probably shouldn’t when I’m angry.”

  “You had no reason to be angry or to make me feel unattractive after you got what you wanted.”

  “After I got what I wanted?” His nostrils flar
ed. “If memory serves, you wanted it just as much as I did. So why the hell are we having this conversation, Brandi?”

  “Because you made me feel unattractive!”

  “I came back! If you’re looking for a fight, keep pushing and prodding and we’ll have one. But I’m warning you—”

  “I don’t want your damned warning, Adrian. I don’t want to fight with you! I just want to understand you.”

  “I wouldn’t bother worrying about understanding me if I were you.”

  “Fine. I want to know why you came back.”

  “I promised Rayna I’d take you home.”

  Her shoulders slumped. Why did he have to be such a hard ass? “Is that the only reason you came back?”

  He allowed his gaze to briefly linger on her pussy and her breasts before looking into her eyes. “What do you think?”

  “I don’t want to think anything, Adrian. I want to know which is why I’m asking you.”

  “And I’m telling you I don’t want to discuss it.”

  “Fine. We won’t discuss why you came back. Why do you have blue eyes?”

  “Why do I have…how the hell should I know? I suppose somewhere along my genealogical track there was someone else who had blue eyes.”

  “So they’re not contacts? Your eyes really are blue?”

  “I have perfect vision, Brandi, and I’m not vain enough to want to change my eye color. My eyes really are blue.”

  “Were both your parents Native American?”

  “Yes. Cherokee.”

  “Are you married?”

  “No.”

  “Have you ever been married?”

  “No, Brandi, I’ve never been married.”

  “How old are you?”

  He shrugged. “Two hundred…give or take five or ten years.”

  “Don’t you know which?”

  His lips twitched but he didn’t respond.

  “Do you have a girlfriend, Adrian?”

  “I don’t do girls, Brandi.”

  “Fine. Do you have a woman?”

  “I have lots of women I fuck regularly. That is what you really want to know. Isn’t it? If I’m fucking anyone else?”

  She nodded. “Is there anyone special?”

  “Depends what you mean by special. Doesn’t it?”

  “What do you mean by it?”

  “I don’t mean anything by it, Brandi. You’re the one who wants to talk about special not me.”

  She tried again. “Is there anyone who might have a right to object to your being here with me?”

  “No. Now if you’re finished grilling me—”

  He sounded annoyed, but she didn’t care. “I’m not. What do you do?”

  “About what?”

  “For a living. Do you work?”

  “I’m a programmer analyst…among other things.”

  “Do you work for yourself or—”

  “I freelance from home. And that’s the last question I intend to answer.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you already know as much as you need to know about me.”

  “I don’t know nearly enough, Adrian.”

  “You know enough for a weekend acquaintance.”

  She sighed. "Fine.”

  “You’re awfully fond of that word. Aren’t you?”

  She bit her lip to conceal a smile.

  He arched a brow and offered her a plate filled with small, party size sandwiches. “Try some.”

  She put the cup down and picked up what looked liked turkey and cheese on wheat. The cheese was pungent and tasty, the turkey sliced in slivers. “That was good,” she said when she’d finished the last bite.

  He offered her the plate again.

  She chose another tiny sandwich and bit into what tasted like honey-ham on rye with some type of succulent cream mustard sauce. She ate it slowly, savoring each small bite. “Hmmm. That was delicious,” she told him.

  He surprised her by leaning forward to lick a few drops of the sauce from the corner of her mouth. “So are your lips,” he told her, his voice husky.

  Her stomach muscles fluttered. But damn if she was going to encourage him to fuck her again that night. She placed a hand against his chest and leaned away from him. “No.”

  “Yes.” He took her hand from his chest and placed it on his cock.

  She jerked her hand away, shaking her head. “No, Adrian.”

  He cupped a hand over the back of her neck. “You relinquished the option of telling me no when you came here.”

  “No, I didn’t!”

  “Yes, Brandi, you did. You’re delusional if you think I’m prepared to take no for an answer.”

  Chapter Six

  She stared at him. “You’re going to force me?”

  He swore angrily and pushed her against the back of the loveseat.

  She tried to scramble away.

  He pushed her back against the loveseat, trapping her there with the weight of his big body. With his arms on either side of her, he brushed his cool lips against her ear. “Call it what you like, Brandi. I want you.”

  She could feel his cock lying hard and heavy against her thigh. She shivered. “Adrian…please…”

  He eased her onto her back, settling himself between her thighs. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m going to please you.”

  Fighting the desire tightening her belly, she pushed against his shoulders. “You don’t need to use force.”

  He nibbled at her neck. “I do if you refuse to accept the inevitable.”

  “I will do that.”

  He lifted his head to look down at her. “Yes? I’m relieved to hear it. I’d much rather have you want it.”

  But he was determined to have his way—regardless of any of her objections. “Yes—just not tonight.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “Don’t think you can play games with me, girl.”

  The girl infuriated her. “I’m a woman not a girl, Adrian!”

  To her surprise, he allowed her to push him away and then scramble off the loveseat. He quickly changed his mind and jerked her back onto his lap. “Then act like a woman and give me what I need.”

  She softened her voice, hoping to reason him out of trying to force her into sex. “I will—but we can’t have sex again tonight.”

  He unfastened her bra, tossed it aside, and caressed her breasts. “Oh, yes we can.”

  The feel of his cock under her ass and his fingers teasing her nipples made remaining firm difficult. “My pussy is sore and I’ve been bleeding,” she told him.

  “You’re not bleeding.”

  “I am.”

  “You’re not. I’m rather an expert on bleeding and blood. I’d know if you were bleeding. You’re not. What made you think you were?”

  “There…when your cum seeped from my…it’s pink and clearly mixed with blood.”

  She watched his long, dark lashes sweep down to conceal his expression.

  “Do you have any cuts or tears on or in your pussy?”

  “None that I’ve discovered,” she admitted.

  He slipped his fingers inside her thong and quickly pushed it over her hips and down her thighs. “Then why not let me kiss your pretty pussy better, honey?”

  Her pretty pussy? Oh, no, you don’t, Brandi. You’re not going to allow him to sidetrack you with sweet words. She shook her head. “Adrian…”

  “Yes?” He tossed her thong aside and settled her onto his lap, with his cock resting against her ass.

  She bit her lip.

  He gently massaged her breasts while he brushed his cool lips against the back of her neck.

  She struggled against the urge to turn and kiss him until she couldn’t breathe. “Please…Adrian…”

  “I like the way you say my name in that soft, sexy voice. It makes me want you even more.”

  And she liked the way his cock felt under her ass and the feel of his cool palms on her heated breasts. She suspected her involuntary tremors made that clear.