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High Stakes

High Stakes (Vegas Vampires #1)(47)
Author: Erin McCarthy

"Don’t stop," she murmured.

There was movement on her arm, him brushing against her, pressure, but with his mouth on hers and his erection—hey, which wasEiffelTower in proportion—pressing against her, she couldn’t think, didn’t care what he did to her as long as it felt good. The room was dim, but the moonlight passed over his face, showing the intensity of his pale eyes.

"Never," he assured her. "I will never stop until you say so." There was a thump onto her dresser, and a shuffling by her hips,then suddenly both his hands were on her waist, her br**sts, tweaking her ni**les into hard, sensitive peaks. It came to her that he had taken her blood already, must have,because he wasn’t wearing gloves any longer.

"Yes, I did," he whispered in her ear, nipping the lobe. "I did not lie, did I? I distracted you."

And then some."Yes." Brittany panted when his hands changed tactics and went up and under her PJ top, cupping and stroking her. "But if you’re finished, shouldn’t youstop ?"

"You told me not to."

"Oh." Brittany let her head fall back. "Then I guess you should listen to me."

Help, his hands were in her shorts, and when his fingers spread her apart and sank into her wet, willing flesh, they both groaned. There was a sharp sting in her shoulder, and she realized with amazement that Corbin had bitten her, and was running his tongue over the puncture marks, the thick beads of blood disappearing.

She should tell him to stop, because this was getting a little kinkier than she was usually up for, but she didn’t tell him to stop. In fact, she begged for more, as the touch of his tongue set off a thousand pinpricks of pleasure all over her body.

Desire spiked, shifted to demanding.

"Do that again," she said, excited, hot, and eager, thrusting her hips against his fingers.

With his free hand, he pulled off her shirt. Laved across her ni**les,then sank his teeth into the plumpness of her br**sts. Brittany ‘s head snapped back and she grabbed his hand, held it deep inside her as an unexpected climax whipped through her.

"Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, with a hysterical cadence of shock and ecstasy.Holy cow.

Corbin lifted her, tossed her on her bed two feet away. Pulled down her shorts, while she tried to remember her name and why being a vampire’s sex slave would be a bad thing. His mouth closed over her hipbone, sucking on her flesh. Legs shifting restlessly, she grabbed at his hair, her quick orgasm a minute before only driving her desire harder, desperate for total satisfaction.

Teeth sank into the curve of her hip, and she shuddered. When he pulled like that, sucked and drew her into him, it was a pure sexual joining, like he was touching all of her body at the same time, with tongue, fingers, lips. He released, mouth tinted a wet crimson, which he licked away as if hewere tasting her sex juices and found them absolutely delicious.

Brittany hovered on the edge of another climax, wet with want, titillated by what she was feeling. Shocked atherself and him, but thrilled with the wild, edgy desire that shoved aside her inhibitions and sank her in bliss.

When his tongue touched her clitoris, she screamed, "Corbin! Please,more, please "

When he bit the soft, tender flesh between her legs, and again on her inner thigh, when he sank his erection into her, and his teeth into her neck, she scratched and clawed at him in approval.

And when he came inside her with a hot, deep rush that had her clamping down on him in triumph, she careened into another orgasm with a cry hoarse from yelling, and a feeling that she had never known or understood her body until that moment.

Never known that two people could blend together with such wild, animal intensity.

That heady sensation lasted the length of her orgasm.

Then when her body settled back onto the sheet, and Corbin licked her torn flesh, she blinked up at him, every feeling sucked right out of her, leaving nothing except a vague embarrassment. As fast as she’d shot up, she crashed down even quicker. Crap, crap, crap, what the hell had just happened?

She’d had unprotected sex with a vampire, that’s what.

Her phone rang. Immediately pulling out of her, Corbin turned his back to her, fixing his pants. Brittany felt a fierce blush burn- ingher cheeks. Oh, my God, she was a total, shameless slut who had begged a vampire to give it to her.

A glance over at her nightstand showed Alexis’s cell phone on her caller ID. It was nearly four in the morning. Why would her sister be calling?

She grabbed the phone, a sick panic in her mouth. "Hello? What’s the matter, Alex?"

"Nothing, I was going to ask you that. Ethan thought maybe you were in some kind of trouble."

"Why would he think that?" Relieved, Brittany grabbed the sheet and covered herself, determined not to look at Corbin, who was packing his case back up.

"He thought he heard shock from you.Yelling."

Alex sounded worried, but Brittany wanted to laugh in total horror. Ethan had heard her orgasm over at The Ava? That was so completely mortifying she wasn’t even sure she could speak.

"Well, I’m fine," she managed to choke out. "Thanks for checking on me, but I need to get back to sleep." As if she’d been sleeping. "Call me tomorrow?"

"You’re sure you’re okay?"

No. "Positive. Love you, Alex."

"You, too, sweetie."

Brittany hung up the phone, shimmied under the sheet, and pulled the pillow over her face. She could never look at Corbin again.

Maybe if she ignored him, he would just leave.

Corbin checked the zipper on his pants for the fourth time a stared at Brittany , currently hiding under her pillow. He was embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He never, ever turned a subject into a vessel for his own pleasure. He had lost complete and total control of himself.

But Brittany was such an amazing woman, compassionate and honest, with a sensuality that was made even more appealing by the fact that she wasn’taware of it. She had pranced around in nightclothes that practically left her naked, yet never even seemed to notice. He had been lying to himself when he’d sworn he wasn’t attracted to her.

Using passion to ease her discomfort over the needle had been a stupid, stupid idea. One taste of her and he’d been unable to stop from taking more.A lot more.

Moving out of her bedroom, he let his eyes adjust to the dark. He had much better than mortal vision in the dark and he wanted to find her kitchen.

"Are you leaving?" she called, her voice muffled, but hopeful. "I am getting you something to drink." He found her refrigerator, which was neat and tidy, with lots of little bottles, some of which he wasn’t even sure what they contained. He recognized orange juice, knew that was a good source of sugar to replenish the blood she’d lost.

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