Page 5 of Vampire Sins
He reluctantly pulled away. “I could show you, if you like.” His lip tugged in a grin that said nothing good could come from me seeing his visions, which I had a feeling were more appropriately named “fantasies.”
I should have said no. Instead, I found my head bobbing up and down. Fucking treacherous body of mine.
He drew his wrist to his mouth with deathly silence. His fangs pricked his skin and dollops of blood pooled. He offered me his arm. “Drink, before I change my mind.”
I grimaced. “If you think—”
He blurred, rushing closer until the erotic scent of his blood made my nostrils flare. The velvety blood glittered with immortal magic, nothing like human blood at all, and my stomach rolled that I actually found itenticing.
“Fine. What the hell,” I muttered before taking his arm with both hands. I carefully brought his wrist to my mouth and covered the wound with my tongue.
Sensuality unfurled through me unlike anything I’d ever felt. This creature, this man, he was more than my equal, he was a refined object of desire down to his very genetic makeup. Visions exploded into view, a red haze of lust making the tension in the air seem like pathetic foreplay. I blinked as a bed materialized and Xavier, as well as another version ofmyself, falling onto a massive bed that could fit a mass of bodies. They fell on the sheets, the pure silk looking like cream against them as dream-Sonya straddled the vampire and wrapped the sheets around their waist, hiding the best of the view.
I watched from the edge of the dream-bed to see this woman that was me, but not me. She writhed atop him and looked so happy. A Sonya with pearlescent skin and eyes that hinted with a ruby gleam. Fangs garnished her plump lips and she parted them with a moan when Xavier slid his hand under the sheets. She opened to him like a flower, so full of trust and delight. He moved and fit his mouth to the curve of her neck and sank his fangs into her. It looked like it should have hurt, but the musk of pleasure that filled the room betrayed what agonizing lust his bite could give. There was magic in it, just as a succubus numbed the pain of her soul-sucking abilities, a vampire enticed his prey with orgasmic pleasure.
A hand pressed against the small of my back and a hot breath kissed my neck as the real Xavier interrupted the vision. I couldn’t see him through the haze of this world where I was a vampire and I was his mate enthralled by him. His hands slid lower and caressed my hips, drawing ever closer to the heat gathering between my thighs. “You see?” he whispered. “In this future, you are mine. We feed on each other and your succubus instincts are diluted into the purest form of sensuality. No death. No suffering. Only pleasure.”
Dream-Sonya bucked against Xavier as he unlatched from her neck, a stream of her life-force dripping onto the pristine pillow. He bent down and licked the wounds while rolling her onto her back as he eased on top of her. He yanked the bedsheets aside and settled himself between her thighs, rocking and teasing. She grappled at him to bring him closer, wrapped her legs around him and bowed her back, but he didn’t take her, not yet.
Pressure radiated across my sex as Xavier’s touch ran lower and offered a breath of reprieve. My lips parted as he circled his fingers over my jeans.
His other hand popped off the button of my pants, slowly moved down my zipper, and I leaned into him, resigning to the need crashing over me.
“Is it too much?” he asked, the vision still in full force. Dream-Xavier growled before thrusting into his lover with a single motion, bringing her to orgasm as her eyes fluttered closed and she cried out. Jealousy wafted over me, because I knew Xavier wouldn’t pleasure me like that, not until I was fully his.
“I’ve never felt such… need,” I admitted, my breath coming in short pants as his fingers slid down the gap of my jeans and pressed into the wet heat of me. He moved so agonizingly slow that my body yearned to take his fingers and shove him into me, but he anticipated the twitch of my body and took both wrists in a firm grip as he continued to tease.
His fangs brushed against my neck, pricking ever so slightly without breaking the skin. “I told you, this vision has compelled me for a hundred years. Now you understand why I wish to share the vampire’s most sacred secret with you.” His fingers went low, parting the folds of my flesh and I sucked in a breath. “I must have you for eternity.” He thrust a single finger inside of me and I cried out. “You will be mine, but I will not take you by force. I want you to feel what I feel. I want you to know my agony.” The cruelty in his words told me that he blamed me for his suffering. He both wanted me and despised me for making him wait a hundred years.
Then he did something I hadn’t anticipated. His magic ripped at the connection between us until it was wide open and everything that consumed him spilled into me. All his torment, all his grief, every second of suffering and yearning funneled into me until black spots glittered across my vision. The raw desire he held for me made me marvel he hadn’t taken me right there on the roof.
I bucked against him and gasped as another surge swept straight through to my core, making my jeans insufferably soaked with my desire. “Don’t,” I begged, but he continued to unfurl the yearning of a hundred years into me as he pushed his fingers deeper inside, the pressure more agony than relief until my wet heat closed around him in a hard spasm.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and pressed my mouth against his and shoved my fingers down the tight band of his pants. The swollen velvety hardness of him pulsated against my touch, but it was my runes that reminded me Xavier was not my only fated mate in this house.
“Luke,” I whispered, guilty to speak his name as I stroked another man, but I had to think of him now,especiallynow. I couldn’t bind myself to a vampire. I couldn’t let Xavier’s magic overwhelm me to allow him to make me his mate, right here on this ruined carpet that now glittered with his blood I’d tasted and the evidence of my desire that still ran down my thighs.
Xavier’s whole body went tense. He bared his fangs at me and I knew that he was barely under control. “My visions showed me this, too” he whispered. “You are not alone in our future.”
I knew how much Xavier craved me, how much he needed me. I had been his sole purpose in the last hundred years. He’d been searching for me, this woman who would become his mate, not knowing who she was or if he’d ever find her.
I continued to stroke him. “I want this,” I admitted, my gaze flicking up to take in the blazing red heat of his eyes. “I—” my words cut off when Xavier’s gaze turned dangerous as he looked over my shoulder, a warning hiss escaping through his fangs.
I turned, one hand still down Xavier’s pants and my own unzipped jeans soaked with my desire, only to find Luke watching us. “You said my name,” he explained.
It had only been a whisper, but angels had damn good hearing. A blush crawled up my neck. I didn’t want to cause Luke pain. He claimed to be all cool with sharing me, but to be faced with it… “Luke, I—”
He waved a hand. “I only came to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.” His gaze went to my grip still in Xavier’s pants.
Xavier relaxed and softly took my wrist in a gentle hold, encouraging me to continue to stroke him. “She’s bonded to you,” Xavier observed, his fangs dangerously flashing as he grew harder under the stimulation of my touch. “Yet you would allow her to touch me?”
It was a taunt. I should have stopped him, but the knee-buckling lust of his vision still ran hot through my veins. Xavier continued to pour his feelings into me, his magic potent and his desire real. My eyelids fluttered. It felt so good to give him pleasure. The supple skin under my fingers beckoned me to stroke him, care for him, give him what he’d craved for so long.
“I have always shared Sonya,” Luke said, a stubborn hard line ticking at his jaw. “I know what she is and I refuse to suffocate her with claims of monogamy. That’s such a human restriction.” His blue eyes glowed with supernatural power. “We are not human, are we?”
Xavier grinned. “Such a novel concept.” His fangs grazed my neck. “Perhaps she’d enjoy it if you joined us since you are so… refined in your manners of supernaturals’ sexuality.”
I went still at Xavier’s proposal. With wide eyes, I looked up at the vampire who grinned with mischief, but that shadow of pain had returned. “I can’t have her, not until she’s my mate.” He stroked my face. “I’m aware that your bond with the others is not so… permanent. You wish to consult with them, do you not?”
