B Positive by Jewel Killian

Thirty-Four

12 a.m. the day of the incursion (bone zone!)

I workedstraight through the rest of the afternoon and evening, not stopping for dinner. My plan to stay busy until the moment I could be—and I mean be—with Julian worked out just fine and when my phone buzzed at eleven-thirty, I knew it was him.

Where are you?

I smirked at my phone. Where do you think?

Get up here.

I could almost feel his dominance through the phone. I raced upstairs, took the quickest shower of my life, and stepped into Julian’s suite just as I had two nights before.

Totally in the buff.

Goddamn, he looked good sprawled out in the leather chair, the top buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves cuffed midway up his forearms.

He smirked at me. “Good enough to eat, hm?”

“Something like that,” I said and sauntered over to him.

I’d never had anyone look at me, devour me with their eyes like Julian did. He drank me in, relishing every inch of my flesh on display like a gift made specially for him.

And I was. At least according to vampire mate bond stuff.

He pulled me into his lap, long fingers stroking down my spine. “Have you eaten?” he rumbled against my ear.

“Food doesn’t interest me right now.”

He nodded. “Agreed.”

In a flash we were on the bed and as much as I wanted this, it didn’t feel right somehow.

Julian stared into my eyes as he hovered over me. “You want to fight a little, don’t you?”

I chewed on my cheek and Julian let out a long sigh. “What I have told you about biting the inside of your mouth?”

“Sorry. It’s a nervous habit. But to answer your question, yes. I would like to fight and throw you around before we get to it.”

A devilish spark ignited in his eyes as he snaked a hand around both my wrists and pinned them above my head. “And what if I say no? What if I say you don’t get to fight me and throw me around before I get to be inside that perfect body of yours just the way you’ve thought about so many times?”

My pulse jumped as Julian’s words set my core ablaze.

He palmed my side, smoothing his way down me like he might stroke a cat.

Fuck if he didn’t know exactly what to say and where to touch to drive me mad.

But I was tired of this one-sided bullshit. No more “don’t touch me” dom shit. In a single motion I pulled my wrists free of Julian’s grasp and rolled us over.

I straddled him, pinning his hips to the bed with my thighs.

“And what if I say I don’t give one flying fuck what you say. You’re giving me a fight whether you like it or not.”

I ripped open Julian’s shirt, and a bit of flesh as well as my nails dug into his chest. Julian let out a feral roar and my lady bits couldn’t be happier about it.

What was wrong with me?

The thought was fleeting, but Julian noticed. “Nothing, Eden. You’re absolutely perfect for me. And I don’t want to hear you think anything along those lines again.”

I nodded and glanced down at the mark I gave him. Two perfect little puncture wounds sat right over his heart.

His hands kneaded my hips as mine explored the wide expanse of his chest.

But I’d seen all that before and quickly moved on to more exciting parts. “Take off your pants,” I demanded, lifting myself off his hips just enough for him to get the job done.

Julian obliged, with lightning speed, no less.

My mouth actually watered at the sight of him. No man had ever had that effect on me. In fact, I tried hard never to actually look at my previous partner’s peens.

“You keep looking at me like that without doing anything and I might have to take matters into my own hands, Eden.”

Uh-uh, fuck that shit.I scooted down, grabbed a handful of kingly cock, and put as much in my mouth as I could.

My eyes closed in pleasure at the salty taste, and the rumbling groans my swirling tongue drew from Julian.

His hands threaded in my hair and well before I was done having fun, he pulled me off him with a ridiculous pop.

“Mate, I have no intentions of finishing in your mouth our first time together.”

I wiped my mouth, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you’re only good for one ride, Julian?”

I didn’t even see his expression change before he was on top of me, his hips pinning mine, hands gripping both my wrists above my head.

How the fuck had that happened?

“I think you and I both know I’m good for far more than one ride, Eden.” In one motion he’d hitched my right leg around his hip and slid his delicious cock into me.

A gasp caught in my throat as I stretched wide to accommodate his girth. But the moment I was capable of sound, one of the embarrassing ones found its way out. A groaning, croaking, moaning gurgle as Julian slowly eased his entire length in.

I struggled to catch my breath, to hold a thought in my head as pleasure ripped through my body.

Fuck, why had we ever waited to do this? Why did we do anything but this?

Julian’s quiet chuckle reached my ears as he thrust into me again.

And another one of those crazy noises happened.

Julian let go of my wrists and balanced on his knees, bringing my hips closer. I groaned as he pushed my legs farther apart, eyes rolling all the way back to my brain.

“This is what you wanted to see, Eden. Go ahead and watch me fuck you until you see God.”

I pried my eyes open and did just that.

Julian’s cock sliding in and out of me had to be the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my whole damn life. No porn could ever compare. Ever.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said and used his index finger and thumb to spread me open wider while his middle finger swirled and flicked at Ms. Bean.

The sounds that came out of me…

I rocked and thrashed and contorted like a possessed, wild thing, not caring one bit that I looked ridiculous.

“You look rapturous. And my ego enjoys watching you go wild from the things I do to your body.”

I closed my eyes and exploded into a thousand shards of light, a million twinkling stars. I saw God and Lucifer and his brother Michael too.

Sheets ripped under my nails, the walls shook with my screams, and Julian kept his steady, unyielding rhythm until I was all limp and wobbly beneath him.

I had no idea how much time passed, but at some point, feeling returned to my extremities and my brain put itself back in my skull just in time to see Julian grinning down at me like he was a sex god.

“I mean, aren’t I, though?”

I got my wits about me, moved my legs under me, and reversed our positions. “If you are, then I am, right?” I said as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock.

Jesus fucking Christ, this position was even better than the last.

I braced my hands on Julian’s chest and rode him selfishly, finding the rhythm and depth that felt best.

He didn’t mind. Julian held my hips steady and let me find my pleasure once again, guiding me until I collapsed against his chest, panting and sweaty.

At some point I dozed, still on his chest, his super-cock still in me, hard and waiting its turn. I jerked away, embarrassed and apologetic. “I can’t believe that happened. I’m so sorry.”

Julian only smiled at me. “I’m not sorry I satisfied you so thoroughly that your body forced you to sleep before coming back for more.”

Yeah, that was a better way to look at it.

Julian lifted me off of him and set me down on the bed next to him. “Lie down, Eden. Rest and let me take care of you.” I lay on my back but he rearranged me so I was on my side, facing away from him.

His hands explored my back and neck, working out all the tension a week of cracking safes earned me. Once he was satisfied, he moved on to the small of my back and hips, caressing and kneading, alternating featherlight and harder, insistent touches.

When he moved on to the top of my thigh, he repositioned me yet again so I was on my back again.

I met Julian’s gaze, a combination of hazel and darkness. He kissed my cheek, a sweet gentle kiss that meandered slowly over to my lips.

I pulled him close, opening for him as his tongue swept across my teeth. His kiss zinged down my spine, twisted around my core, and on the way back up, stole a piece of my heart.

The bed shifted and Julian hovered over me, hands on either side of my head, legs between mine.

I offered my hips.

He accepted.

And we were one in a completely different way than before.

This wasn’t need or libidinous desire. This wasn’t purely for the pleasure.

Something deeper connected us.

And as I stared into Julian’s eyes, I was certain he felt it too.

“It’s the bond,” he whispered almost reverently.

I stiffened beneath him on instinct, afraid I’d accidentally do something to mess it up.

“Relax, mate. All is well. You don’t need to worry about anything except feeling your way into our connection.”

I nodded, gaze locked on his as our bodies met slowly, over and over again.

In time, despite how slowly we moved, and the fact that he wasn’t touching my clit at all, that telltale pressure began building.

Julian nodded at me. “At our peaks, we bite.”

I gave him a single head bob and pulled his body closer, wrapping my legs tight around his hips.

If this was what mated vampire sex was like, then I never wanted anything less.

How could I go back after this?

How could anyone?

Julian’s rhythm changed and his brows furrowed into a deep V. He was getting close.

I concentrated on the pressure in my core, on his fan-fucking-tastic cock sliding in and out of me until I teetered right on the edge of my own orgasm.

The moment Julian’s first rumbling groan erupted from his throat, I let myself fall over the edge and sank my fangs into his shoulder.

His blood intensified every explosive sensation in my body and just as I thought I could take no more of such delirious ecstasy, Julian bit my neck, and I was swept up in the rapture of his venom.

If I could have screamed, I would.

If I’d died right then, it would have been fine by me.

I didn’t pull away from my mate’s shoulder until he detached from my neck.

We laid there, staring at each other, shocked. Awed. Utterly mystified by what had just happened.