Page 69 of The Predator
He threw his head back and laughed, and the glorious sound filled me to the brim with happiness.
He started thrusting. “I don’t know what happens when we leave here or over the next nine months, but I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe and no one ever hurts you again.” His tone was low, as if he was chanting a mantra to himself.
Then he became a madman. He drove in and out. The sound of flesh slapping together echoed around us while the ocean raged in the distance. The waves were high as they crashed ashore, the soothing sound trickling in through the opened doors. I closed my eyes, enjoying the music, the scenery, the myriad of feelings running through me, and Sam. I couldn’t believe how my life had changed on a dime. But at that moment, I didn’t want to be anywhere else except in Sam’s arms.
As he continued to fuck me, groans and moans peppered the beautiful room. Our breathing was heavy. Then… on his last thrust, he pulled out, spun me around, lifted me so my butt was on the back edge of the couch, and shoved his cock inside once again. “Wrap those gorgeous legs around me.” He clutched my ass, sank his fangs into my neck, and fucked me like a man possessed.
My heart raced. My mind shut down. I’d never thought I could feel anything greater than a mind-blowing orgasm, but I was wrong. With his blood running through my veins, I could actually feel his emotions—lust, love, and happiness. Or maybe I was feeling the same. Aside from a high school crush, I’d never fallen for any guy, but Sam wasn’t any guy. The alpha vampire oozed power, passion, confidence, and so much more. I had no doubt he would protect me with his life, and that was both frightening and liberating. One part of me would die if he died, and the other part of me would fight to the death if anyone dared to come between us or hurt him in any way.
I had a strong desire to please him, to make him feel like he was my world, like I would give my soul for him.
He removed his fangs and kissed me, tenderly but sloppily. The tanginess of my blood had activated a wild hunger I didn’t know was possible.
He broke the kiss, his hands traveling through my hair and down my back until he grabbed my butt cheeks. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the fireplace. The warmth of the dying flames commingled with the cold air seeping in through the doors, but I couldn’t feel anything other than the heat from his body.
I flattened my hands on his bare chest then slid down his sweat-slicked skin.
He looked confused and angry until I dropped to my knees, my gaze glued to his. When I gripped his thick shaft, his eyes glowed a luminous silver.
We stared at each other for a long second, or maybe a minute, until he said, “Suck me off, baby doll. Take all of me. Take all you need.” His husky tone spurred me into action.
I licked the head of his cock as he combed his long fingers through my hair and groaned. I squeezed around his erection and teased the tip with light licks and gentle kisses.
He rolled his hips, coaxing me to do more than tease. When I sucked him into my mouth, the head touched the back of my throat, and he bucked like a wild bronco.
I gave him a blow job that I was sure he would never forget. He growled, groaned, and fucked my mouth.
Just seeing the powerful, arrogant vampire come undone was almost enough for me to orgasm. He roared his release, and I swallowed every last drop of him, salty and sweet.
Now, we were ready for that tough discussion, and I was ready to face the world with Sam Mason at my side.
26
SAM
Dawn was about to break on the horizon as I jogged along the shore. The salt air and cold temperature were just what the doctor ordered. My bare feet dug into the sand as I pounded one foot after the other, replaying every moan, every position, every feeling from the night before. Bliss. Euphoria. Epic. Orgasmic. All described the feelings that had gripped me from head to toe, not to mention my cock.
The definition of sex wasn’t the act of two people fucking or having intercourse. My new definition was passion beyond the world we lived in, passion so strong and addicting that Layla Aberdeen had another thing coming if she ever thought to walk away from me. I’d never known sex to be more than getting off. Now, I knew what it was to feel what she felt. To feel us orgasm together. I was beginning to enjoy my empath side. But it was her blood running through my veins that gave me an extra kick, a high that I wasn’t sure I would come down from.
I grinned at the mental image of her naked body as she slept. So peaceful. So gorgeous. Her soft snores and low moans had me itching to devour her. But she needed rest, especially with a baby, my kid, growing inside her.
I came to an abrupt halt. No matter how many times I said “my kid,” it still sounded foreign. Maybe reality would set in when she started to show. I bent over and caught my breath. A sand crab scurried by. To think that one day I could be teaching my kid about ocean life.
I shook my head then filed that whole child thing away for now. Nine months was a long time, and I had other things to prepare for first. Rianne came to mind. She’d been the reason I couldn’t sleep.
As I was about to continue my run, one of the phones rang. I had Layla’s with me too. No way was I leaving her cell on the nightstand, where she’d left it. But it was mine that rang again.
I walked into the surf just enough to allow the waves to slide over my feet. The cold Atlantic was a welcome relief to my sweat-soaked body.
“Morning,” I said to Tripp as I answered.
“You’re up early, but I’m not surprised,” he returned.
It was barely six a.m. “Did Rianne show up?”
“Negative, dude. One of the reasons I was calling.”
“What! Where is she? Do you know?” She couldn’t be here. Jordyn only knew we were in Maine, and Layla hadn’t been paying enough attention to give anyone directions. Unless she was more attentive than I thought and had noticed the address then somehow left a voice mail for Rianne after she’d talked to Jordyn.
