Page 2 of Blood Moon
He groaned while I glanced at his hard cock that was threatening to bust through his swim trunks. His sucking and pulling on my clit were aggressive while I rode out this orgasm, rocking my hips back and forth against his face. One last lick, and he was standing and cradling my face in his hands. His tongue slid across my lips, my mouth opening while I took his kiss deep and hard. He was definitely as horny as I was, and I was aggressively jerking his pants off just to hold his massive dick in my hands.
“Oh fuck, Ellie,” he said after I started pumping him. “All I was doing was,” deep inhale, “getting you warmed up.”
“I know,” I said with a greedy smile.
Logan managed to pull it together and hold me in his arms. “I’m going to drink from you, baby,” he kissed my neck, “fuck you to heaven and back,” he nipped at my bouncing breast, “and then do it all over again.”
“And if someone comes in?” I asked as we got into the silky bathwater, and I straddled him.
His hands gripped my head, and he licked my neck, “You’re mine tonight. I’ll kill a fucker if they think they’re getting a piece of your ass. I’m fucking you to sleep.”
I pulled back and saw my vamp’s razor-sharp fangs present. He wasn’t messing around. This was the impressive part these days. They could drink from me all night, and all it did was fuel our sexual drives and also their strength.
I licked my lips as Logan traced my bottom lip with his thumb, “I do miss you feeding off us, though. Off me, it was dangerous, but it was so fucking good.”
“This isn’t?”
He gave me the Logan devilish grin, “I love tasting every part of you, baby. Your pussy,” his fingers slid in and started rubbing along my G-spot. He used his other hand to brace me as my body reacted wildly when he found the spot that drove me wild and held me under any of my guys’ control while we were together like this. “Ride my fingers.”
“Quit trying to,” I blew out a breath, “fucking control everything, damn it.”
Logan smiled. “What do you want, baby.”
“I want to come hard. I want you to come hard. I want this all night, and I want those sexy fangs buried deep in my neck.”
I smoothed his hands over my hair, “I’m drinking from every vein that fucking sends you over the edge tonight.”
“Prove it.”
That’s all that was said before Logan buried his fangs into my neck, my sex hot and pulsating now with pleasure and the need for him to be inside me. I pulled his hard cock, feeling the slickness of the tip even in the water, and slid down on my vampire. Both of us went into a fluid rhythm while Logan’s cock massaged my deep spot slowly and with perfect pressure. His groans were intoxicating as I could feel my blood being pulled into his fangs while he drank. My clit was throbbing, but Logan wouldn’t let me touch myself.
Damn vampires and their control over me once they started feeding. I sighed with ultimate gratitude when Logan gripped the back of my head, buried his fangs deeper, and his other hand started working my clit in circular motions. Damn, it felt like forever since I’d been fucked like this, and we were just getting started.
Logan wanted to go all night, and right now, it was going to take someone ripping us apart to stop it. Who knew, my screaming out as I rode orgasm after orgasm probably brought someone with their supernatural hearing up here.
I hoped we hadn’t done that because I wanted Logan tonight and Logan alone. He was forever letting everyone have at his girl, it wasn’t natural for him to be stingy like this with me, and so I was giving him everything he needed and more.
2
Iawoke to the sounds of Aria squealing in the kitchen. I was wrapped around Logan and oddly sore after the entire night before. It was almost like I was regressing into my old, human self again. I was so damn tired, but I felt amazing all at the same time.
“That firecracker is the only reason I’ll let you sleep in,” Logan said as he ran his hand over my bare hip, his lips kissing my shoulder. “Should I let Cole know you’ll be taking breakfast in bed?”
I smiled lazily. “I’m not sleeping in,” I said, getting up and admiring my vampire as he walked, naked, toward the double doors of my room. “Can you toss me a sundress from out of the closet?”
He arched an eyebrow at me before he spun around. “The damn wolves love it when you wear those things,” he mumbled. “Can’t blame them, though. Your tits seem to stare at all of us through the thin material,” he finished with his Logan smile and tossed the dress over to me.
I pulled it on and groaned at the lactic acid build-up in my arms.
“What the hell?” I whispered to myself, trying to stretch it out.
Braden entered the bedroom with a bright smile. “Morning, Ellie,” he said. “Our little ray of sunshine is singing songs about steak and eggs this morning.”
I winced as I pulled my arm through the other strap. “Damn.”
“What’s wrong?” Braden was at my side in a vamp rush. He stretched my arms out and curled up his nose. “Why are you sore like this? There’s no reason why you shouldn’t be at one hundred percent the next day after strenuous activity of any kind.”
“I don’t know what’s going on. Logan fed. We obviously made a night of it, and now I’m sore.”
