Misled (Carnal Thirst #1)(8)
Author: Sylvia Day

“You’re killing me.”

“I know.” He chuckled, his broad shoulders pressing against her legs. “But I owe you a good time for telling me the truth.”

“Can’t you pay me back a little higher?” she complained, her p**sy spasming impatiently.

His eyes flared at the sight. He turned his head and gave her a teasing swipe. She whimpered.

“Yum, baby.” He spread her open with his fingers and nuzzled his lips against her, his silky hair caressing her inner thighs. “You’re drenched.”

“Derek…”

“Hush,” he soothed, his mouth settling softly around her and suckling gently. His tongue stroked in a lazy back-and-forth motion over her clit.

She cried out, her legs trembling at the light touch. He wasn’t feasting so much as worshipping and it felt so good she couldn’t breathe, every cell and nerve ending waiting for the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. His lips closed, pressed a soft kiss against her, and then opened again, licking her in a patient, loving rhythm. Her hands fisted in the bedspread, her h*ps lifting and falling in matching tempo.

“Ready to come?” he breathed, two fingers of his free hand slipping through her cream until they were seated deep inside her. They f**ked her slowly, in and out.

Sable watched and licked her fangs. The sight of him finger-f**king her was so totally erotic so thought she might come just from that. He stared back at her, his smile tender. Then he lowered his head, suckled her clit, and brought her to a powerful cli**x. She called out his name, her cunt clutching franticly at his pumping fingers. Derek held her there, drawing out her pleasure until she sagged into the bed with a moan. Before she could catch her breath, he made her come again.

“I need you,” she begged, as his fingers worked inside her.

“These aren’t enough?” he asked, his voice husky. He licked the taste of her from his lips. “I was hoping to stay down here awhile.”

Shaking her head rapidly, she gave a soft cry as he screwed three fingers into her p**sy. “I-I want your cock.”

Derek lowered his head and sucked her off again, using a deep, drawing pull on her cl*t while his fingers twisted slowly inside her. Crying out in pleasure, she nevertheless beat her fists into the mattress with frustration. Her hair was drenched with sweat, her cunt swollen and desperate.

“Your cock,” she gasped, her mouth and throat dry.

He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. “Ah, what every man loves to hear. His woman begging for his cock.”

“Please.” She managed a strained smile. “I’ll make it good for you.”

“Baby.” He laughed, sliding from the bed and undressing. “There’s no doubt about that.”

When his trousers fell from his h*ps and his c*ck was revealed, she quivered with excitement. He was as hard and thick as if he hadn’t just come moments ago. The head was engorged and weeping, the shaft thick and lined with the pulsing veins she loved so much.

“Hurry,” she urged, wanting nothing more than to feel that massive c*ck inside her.

He crawled up the bed and knelt between her open legs. Catching the underside of her knees, Derek draped her thighs over his and took aim, rubbing the broad tip against the creamy opening of her p**sy. “Watch me take you.”

She whimpered as that beautiful c*ck sank into her with a slow, slick glide.

“Damn, Sable,” he gasped. “You’re soaked and burning hot.” Rolling his hips, he pumped the last few inches into her. With her h*ps tilted up to receive him, he pressed in deep. “Fuck, I wanted this to last.”

“No! Hurry.”

But he didn’t listen, choosing instead to pull out, and then press back slowly, massaging her deep within. Her nails dug into his thighs as he took her with an achingly patient rhythm, the tight muscles of his abdomen rippling with every thrust. Fighting against his hands, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground onto his cock, swirling her hips.

“Oh man…” Derek breathed, his shaft jerking inside her. “Keep doing that.”

“Yes!” she hissed, feeling the first flutters of her coming orgasm. Leveraging her lower body by rising on her elbows, she rode him with every bit of strength she had, her legs tightening to plunge him deep and then releasing to slip off him. Up. Down. Up. Down.

And then she came. Hard. Clamping down on Derek’s c*ck so hard he choked out a surprised sound before flooding her with a roar.

* * * * *

Derek wrapped a towel around his waist and said, “You sure you don’t want to stay in?”

Sable laughed and left the bathroom. “Sorry, lover. I’ve got a mission to see to. And now I’m late.”

“Alright, alright,” he grumbled. “I need to feed anyway, and then I’ll go back to the Starwing and look around. I have my suspicions about how those Federation ships found us.” He tossed the towel in the corner and started to dress.

“You think they tracked us?” She turned to look at him.

“They must have. And for them to come after you like that…well, it was obviously a warning.” He brushed the hair from his forehead. “You must be getting closer to the truth then they’re comfortable with. If I can find a tracking device on the ship, maybe we can trace it.”

“I don’t just leave my ship open for tampering, you know.”

“Never? Not once? How about when you caught Castle? You were locked up in your ship before I could catch you and I’m pretty damn fast.”

“No, it was locked. I just had it programmed to open at my bio-signature, just in case my weapons drew attention from Concourse security.”

“Then it must have been installed at headquarters.”

Her eyes narrowed in thought. “If that’s true, it would exonerate Leroy since he was already here on Rashier 6 at that time. Or,” she said excitedly, “he could be working with someone else!”

She looked at Derek to see what he thought of her suspicion and found him watching her with rapt attention.

“You really like your job, don’t you, baby?” he queried softly.

Sable chewed her bottom lip for a moment before answering. “I don’t like finding out that someone we all trust, someone we believe is working toward the good of the Council, is actually harming us. I hate that part of my job. But when I solve a case, when I know that someone who violated the oath I believe so strongly in has been removed from the force, I love it.”

Derek kissed her, long and deep, then swatted her on the butt. “Get dressed. And call for me if you need any help.”

He headed toward the door. He seemed so happy and relieved that she’d told him the truth about herself, she wished she’d trusted him sooner. She shuddered to think of how different the outcome would have been had he not been persistent and stowed away on her ship. She might have lost him.

“I don’t know how to use my calling yet,” she called after him.

“You’re stronger than you realize. Just think about me and I’ll hear you. I promise.” With a rakish wink, Derek left.

Chapter Five

Derek lay on his back and stared up at the tracking device in confused anger. He recognized the design and it was Council, not Federation. Sable was being tracked by their own people. But why?

With a curse, he removed the offending piece of technology, ripped off the serial number for future use and easily crushed the rest of the tracker in his hand. What the hell was going on?

He dissipated into mist and remerged in the captain’s chair. There was no way in hell he was going to wait another two years to court Sable like he wanted. He’d lived several hundred years and he knew a lot of things could happen in just two. He wasn’t willing to risk losing her or the wonderful feelings she inspired in him. He sure as hell wasn’t going to sneak around, trying to find the time to squeeze in a little lovemaking. He’d never get enough of her that way.

Resting his head against the headrest, Derek closed his eyes and relished the fullness in his belly. It’d been as easy as usual to find a meal. In the past, he’d enjoyed the triple impalement of his c*ck and fangs in an eager woman who he then gifted with a mind-blowing orgasm for her donation.

Tonight though he’d only fed. He’d given his meal her orgasm with his calling and nothing more. Sable had completely drained him with her wicked mouth earlier, but even if he hadn’t been sated, he still wouldn’t have had the heart to f**k another woman. He’d asked Sable to remain faithful to him and for the first time in his life, he had every intention of being faithful in return.

She was his perfect counterpart, his equal. They were so alike in so many ways—their jobs, their vampirism, their sexual appetite. Whoever said opposites attract was an idiot. He much preferred a woman who could understand him without asking and know what he needed before he did.

Now he just had to keep her safe and get her through her assignment in one piece.

As his eyes remained closed, he felt a brush of feeling across his mind. He concentrated on it and tried to amplify it. Suddenly, he sat upright in the chair. It was Sable. Her thoughts were in a jumble, her pulse was racing and her breathing was erratic. He could sense something dark, insidious and possessive curling through her mind.

Moving too fast to be seen by human eyes, Derek flew out of the Starwing and was on his way to the RetroBall.

* * * * *

Sable stood motionless, her mind urging her to flee while her body refused to heed its dictates. She watched in stunned horror as Marius Drake approached her, his lips curved in a predatory grin of anticipation. Why the hell did he keep popping up in her life at the most inopportune times?

The expansive hotel ballroom was well lit, as befitted the RetroBall and Sable fought off the headache brought on by the unaccustomed bright lights. Multicolored streamers draped across the ceiling, and guests wore odd hats and blew on bizarre-sounding horns, all of which had her gritting her teeth.

She’d been searching the sea of guests for a glimpse of Jeffrey Leroy, when an insistent prodding in her thoughts had drawn her attention to Marius. He remained as arrogantly proud of bearing as always, his presence wordlessly conveying his power—a power it had taken her years to learn to resist. Still, Sable felt a deep fear and foreboding. She remained so untutored in the ways of vampires. She knew nothing about what rights Marius held over her.

Sable, my love, he drawled in her thoughts. What an unexpected pleasure to see you again.

She eyed the handsome blond man who came to a halt in front her. Her pulse kicked into overdrive, and her skin grew cold and clammy. “Marius,” she returned in an icy tone, as she ruthlessly shoved him from her mind. “What are you doing here?”

He laughed and the bitterness in the sound was harsh on her nerves. “You’ve gotten stronger. It took you no time at all to evict me from your thoughts. Have you missed me, my sweet novice? Are you tired yet of chasing the sewage of the universe? I am more than ready to have you come home.”

“Never going to happen,” she assured him. “I much prefer having my own thoughts and feelings. I enjoy living my own life.”

Deep green eyes caressed her face with emotionless possession. “Your life was my gift to you. You would have been dead years ago had I not infected you with the virus.”

“Your gift came with too many restrictions,” she snapped, looking away as she searched the crowd for Leroy. She’d felt beholden to him for so long. Even now, she felt guilty for leaving him. “Go away, Marius. I’m not here for you.”

“You live for me!” he hissed furiously. He gripped her elbow in what would have been a bone-snapping vise to a human. “You knew what I asked of you. I never deceived you. And you agreed to the terms.”

Her head whipped toward his. “Bullshit. I was young, barely a woman, and foolishly infatuated with a handsome man who promised me the world and an eternity of his love. But you don’t love anyone or anything besides yourself. You don’t want me. You want a puppet you can control. I was alive before I met you. You didn’t create me.”

“I love you,” he growled as he dragged her toward the crowded dance floor. “I’ve always loved you.”

Sable attempted to shake off his grip, but couldn’t. “See what I mean, Marius? You just do whatever the hell you please without regard to my feelings. If you truly loved me, you would see how miserable you make me and try to change it. Instead, you just want to change me.”

Pulling her into his arms, Marius began to twirl her around to the ancient music he’d often enjoyed while they were together. He’d taught her how to dance, how to eat, how to have sex. He’d been grooming her to take her place at his side in the highest echelon of universe politics and prestige. But she had never wanted any of it. She’d only wanted him. But he was, and always would be, completely self-absorbed and unavailable. Nothing like Derek, who offered himself so freely and wanted her just the way she was.

Marius dipped her and kept her bent over his arm. His head lowered and he licked along her throat while taking a deep breath of her scent. Suddenly, he faltered, nearly dropping her. He yanked her upright abruptly, his emerald gaze shooting sparks in his fury. “You reek of another man. Another vampire,” he spat. “You swore you didn’t want to be with a vamp.”

“No,” she corrected smoothly as she stepped out of his now lax embrace. “I swore I didn’t want to be with you.” She jumped in surprise as a strong arm encircled her waist.

“Is there a problem here, baby?” Derek asked in a casual tone that didn’t hide the possessiveness.

Sable glanced at him with relief. He had changed his clothes and stood at her side in an antique black-and-white ensemble that she thought was called a “tuxedo”. He had never looked as seductively handsome.

She curled into his side. “Not anymore,” she assured him.