Page 36 of Forsworn By The Vampire
Chapter 20
Jamal
What the fuck kind of game was this witch trying to play with me? Did she get off on coming on strong like she did, breaking down every fucking defense I had until I wasliterallyon my fucking knees for her, only to think she could walk the fuck out on me?
Yeah. That ain't happening.
But none of this seemed right. Leeloo liked to play, I already knew that about her, but I've always had the impression she was too straight up for this kind of shit. She wouldn't fuck with me. Not like this. Witch or not, I didn't get that vibe from her.
So what was it? Was she scared of me? Good. She should be. But I didn't think that was it, either. Especially since she just pranced out of my bedroom without even checking over her shoulder to see if I was following her. Nah, she wasn't scared of me. Plus, we both knew she could keep me off of her if she really wanted to.
Like she'd just proven to me again.
When she'd thrown me away from her and my hip rammed into my kitchen counter, all coherent thought fled my mind. The next thing I knew I was back in my bedroom slamming Angel down onto the mattress and getting her beneath me. My hand was around her throat and my hips pressed her into the bed before either of us realized what was happening. As I stared down at her, I didn't know what I craved more--her blood or her pussy--but tonight, I was going to have both.
With my mind, I turned on the bedside lamp. I didn't need it. I was a predator. My night vision was excellent. But I wanted her to see me. See the male she now belonged to, see what she had started and what I was about to finish.
Once her mind caught up with where we were, she pressed against my shoulders, trying to push me off, and when I got tired of it, I gathered her wrists in my free hand and raised them above her head. The movement made her back arch and pushed her breasts into my chest. My eyes greedily took in the sight of her pale body pressed against mine. The poor excuse for a bra she wore barely covered her nipples, but it was still too much. I needed her naked so I could feast on all those delicious curves she somehow managed to keep hidden beneath her fancy clothes. And if she was nice to me, I'd make her come while I did it. "You're not going anywhere. Do you get me?"
Wide eyes met mine. I don't know if she understood what I said or not. My throat felt like I'd swallowed a handful of razor blades and my body pulsed with every beat of my heart, my cock so swollen the zipper of my jeans dug into the tender skin. Moving my hand up to her jaw, I forced her to look away, exposing her throat to me, and my eyes locked onto the artery throbbing just beneath the near translucent skin. Rearing back, I opened my mouth and struck, excitement streaking through me when she cried out in surprise and pain.
Warm, sweet spice filled my mouth. The taste so perfectly exquisite hot pleasure slid down my spine and tightened my balls, and I had to concentrate hard so as not to come in my pants. Her blood slid down the back of my throat, soothing my thirst but not satiating it. Not by a long shot. It warmed my chest as it went down, like strong liquor, then shot out like a stick of dynamite had just exploded in my gut, feeding my cells with an addictive pulse of electricity I could never describe accurately enough so someone else would understand it. I moaned as it hit me, only realizing just then how much I'd craved this since the night at the cemetery. How much I'd needed it.
How much I needed her.
Licking the puncture wounds closed to help them heal, I lifted my weight from her and released her wrists. She immediately slapped one hand over her throat where I'd just fed, pulling it away and staring at her fingers in surprise when she saw no blood. "What the fuck, Jamal?! Let me up." She bucked her hips, trying to throw me off. And when that didn't work, she tried to wiggle out from under me.
I grabbed the front of her bra and ripped it apart, exposing her breasts to my hungry gaze. They were full and lush, so pale I could see the tiny blue veins throughout, and topped with hardened, dusty-pink nipples that were just begging to be touched.
But then I looked closer.
Red marks marred her perfect skin where the underwires from her bra had dug into the sides of her skin. Pure rage that anything would hurt her, even something self-inflicted, tore through me, and I pulled the lace the rest of the way off her and threw the stupid thing as far as I could. Later, I would burn it.
Angel wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover up her nakedness. She watched as her bra landed on the floor, mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Do you know how much that thing cost?"
I didn't give a shit. I'd buy her twenty more. Comfortable bras that didn't cut into her skin. Or better yet, I would destroy them all. I'd much prefer she didn't wear them anyway. Pushing her hands out of the way, I cupped her breasts in my hands and massaged the tender, damaged skin.
"What are you doing? Jamal? Please talk to me."
I heard the nervous tremor in her voice, but all I could bring myself to say was, "You're not leaving." Then I pushed her back onto the bed and bent over her, laving the angry red marks with my tongue before making my way to her nipple. Taking it between my teeth, I teased the tip with my tongue, first one then the other, until my witch was panting and writhing on the bed. Her fingers were wrapped around my arms, braced on either side of her, but I didn't feel the way her nails dug into my skin. The only thing that had my full attention was how good she tasted and how perfect she felt beneath me.
When she asked me to stop, I pressed my hardened sex between her thighs. When she started to beg, I sank my fangs into the lushest part of the inside of her breast and drank deep, my fingers playing with the tip of her opposite breast as I worked one thigh between hers and pushed her legs apart until she was open to me and I could settle my hips between them. Sliding one hand between us, I ripped the thin piece of lace that covered one hip, then the other, and the whisper of material fell to the mattress, leaving her bare and exposed beneath me.
I didn't bother closing the wound open on her breast, it wasn't bleeding much, and I made my way down her body, kissing and biting her in turn, until she was covered with the punctures from my fangs. But as much as she protested, her tone lacked conviction and her body told me the truth. The way her hips lifted to my mouth and her hands held my head between her legs. The way she was soaking wet when I pushed apart her folds with my tongue. And how she sucked in a breath when I found the sensitive bud near the top swollen and ready for me.
And how she came apart almost immediately, crying out my name and shuddering beneath my hands as she soaked my tongue.
Sitting up, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it off, my shoes and jeans following. Next time, I would play. For now, the only thing I wanted was to be inside of my witch. She watched me with eyes hazed in pleasure as I came down over her, one hand gripping the base of my cock. Lining up the head with her entrance, I slid inside. She was hot and tight and wet, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head as she took me all the way in.
I pulled out and pushed back in, hooking one arm beneath her knee so I could get even deeper. I watched as she threw her head back, that red hair spread all over my black comforter, her sweet lips open on a sound of pleasure, and a possessive growl rumbled in my chest.
"Drink from me."
Her eyes flew open and clashed with mine. I'd never seen anything so beautiful as the way the greens and golds and browns mixed and changed, like one of those kid's toys, or a star bursting into existence.
"Drink from me," I growled as my hips moved slowly, in and out, my cock so hard I felt like I was about to burst from my skin.
She moaned as I fucked her, and her eyes travelled over my face and throat, searching for how the hell she was supposed to do that. Wrapping the leg I was holding around my hip, I cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to the side of my neck. "Bite," I ordered. "Hard."
