I’ll Be Slaying You (Night Watch #2)(11)
Author: Cynthia Eden

The better to play.

The better to torture himself.

“Lose the jeans,” she ordered, her voice a husky rasp, and her fingers were on his stomach, sliding down, aiming for the button of his jeans.

No.

He caught her hands. “You’re not calling the shots here, babe.”

Her eyes were wide, so brown and deep, but burning with a hungry fire. Her lips had parted—

He kissed her. Drove his tongue deep inside and tasted the wild honey and spice that was Dee. Sweet and wild—the perfect flavor for his little vampire slayer.

The dark hunger built within him. Feeding the lust that he chained back. Tempting, tempting so much…

Her tongue swiped against his. Give her what she wants.

No, no, she didn’t even know what she wanted. Not really.

Not yet.

He tore his mouth from hers and tried to ignore the spreading darkness within.

Dawn comes.

He licked her neck. Sweet flesh. Her pulse pounded against his mouth. Fast with excitement. Bursting with life.

Testing now, he let his teeth score her flesh.

She jerked, but didn’t fight. He chained her hands over her head, caught her wrists and held them against the couch with his left hand.

Dee probably thought she could break away from him at any time.

The lady didn’t know how wrong she was.

She should have known better than to invite him inside. Now he held the power and she didn’t even realize it.

His teeth wanted to press harder into her skin. Part of him wanted her to know the danger.

His right hand trailed down her body. Soft flesh, covering a finely muscled body. Dee was a fighter, no denying it or the marks of the past that scarred her pale skin.

His fingers paused over her belly. Flat and smooth.

His mouth opened wider.

Her hands jerked free in an instant. Hadn’t expected that. She shoved against him, once, hard.

Simon raised up and stared down at her. So many lights were on in her house. Lights against the dark.

Dawn was coming.

“Don’t play the vamp game on me. That shit doesn’t get me off.”

Didn’t it?

“And it sure as hell can’t work for you.”

Ah, so she’d already done her research on him. That meant he had to let Grace go free.

Pity.

He could have used her services again.

“If you can’t deliver, get the hell out.”

Cold. Hard. Just what he’d expect from a hunter like her.

But her eyes were wild. Not just with lust but with fear. Her lips trembled and he knew, better than others, what demons rode her.

“I’m not going any place.” Not yet.

Fuck the dawn.

Forget.

He’d make her forget all right. And make her always remember him and what he could give to her.

His fingers caught the edge of her panties. Plain white cotton. Serviceable. The panties shouldn’t have been sexy. On her, they were.

He eased down, lowering his head, and kissed her through the fabric. Her hips shot up at the sensual touch.

“Easy.” His eyes lifted to hers. “Trust me.”

I can’t. He could read the words on her face though she didn’t speak a word.

“You’ll have to,” he said and meant it. Sooner or later, there would be no choice.

He licked his lips and knew he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. His c**k was nearly bursting, so full he hurt, and the woman who’d crept into his mind and twisted his fantasies into nightmares quivered beneath him. His to pleasure.

His.

For the moment, anyway.

Her scent was so much richer now and the hunger inside had only grown stronger. His teeth caught the band of elastic. He jerked his head and the fabric tore.

“Chase!”

His head shot up. “Simon.” No distance here. No walls. He wouldn’t allow them.

His fingers ripped away the torn panties and tossed them across the room. Then he touched her. Easing his fingers into the blond curls between her legs, he found her plump, wet, and hot.

Just the way he liked a woman.

Her breath hissed out when he touched her clit. A hard press with his thumb then a slow caress with his fingers. He’d learned long ago how to pleasure a woman. How to make her moan and beg. How to make her scream.

He wanted Dee to scream for him.

His index finger found her opening. Pushed inside. Tight. Sweat beaded on his brow. So tight.

The back of his zipper was going to be permanently indented on his dick at this rate.

Another finger thrust inside and stretched her. Dee’s neck arched.

Don’t tempt.

His fingers wrapped around her thighs, and he opened her even wider to his touch and his stare.

To his mouth.

Pink flesh, moist and waiting.

His lips touched her first. A light caress. Gentle and easy.

“Simon, more!” No gentle and easy command there.

His tongue swiped over her clit and she jolted. His fingers tightened around her thighs, clamping down harder and he pulled her flush against his mouth.

He took.

His tongue tasted, licked. His mouth worked the tight button of her desire. He felt her stiffen, felt the coil of her muscles, and he learned what she liked.

What she loved.

Her thighs shook. Her fingers latched onto his shoulders—the better to hold him tight. Not that he was going anywhere. No damn place right then.

His tongue stabbed into her sex. Her taste, that sweet and spicy blend, filled his mouth, and he knew he couldn’t get enough. Not now.

Not even close.

The tremble began in her sex, a telling tightening that he knew came right before orgasm.

Scream for me.

He freed her thighs. His thumb pressed onto her clit. His tongue thrust into that tight slit—

Dee came against his mouth, her body bucking, her fingernails biting deep into his flesh.

But the woman didn’t make a sound.

His gaze lifted and he saw her eyes go blind. The perfect lash of pleasure covered her face, but she bit her lip, holding back the cry of pleasure.

Screw that shit.

He rose, licking his lips, tasting her and wanting to f**k her so badly that he burned. A bead of blood appeared on her lip. Small, so red.

His mouth lowered toward her. Easy.

She turned her head away and his lips skated over her jaw.

Dammit.

Her nails retreated and he missed the bite immediately. Her hands curved over him, hesitant now that the fire was slaked. “That was…ah…nice.”

What?

His eyes narrowed as he lifted his upper body. Simon caught her chin and forced her to look at him. Her tongue slicked over her lower lip, taking away that drop of blood. “Nice?” He repeated.