Annie Nicholas - Bait

I kicked out and pounded on his back. This caveman attitude turned me on, damn it. A thin line existed between passion and fury and mine just got real blurry. It’s not what I wanted.

When we reached his room he dropped me on the bed.

I used the momentum of the bounce to roll and climb to my knees. Rurik stood by the edge of the bed, hair messed, cold blue eyes inflamed, and his bottom lip starting to swell. He’d never looked more delicious. I slid my fingers in his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans.

“What are you doing?” His voice held a hint of teasing as he stared at my hands in playful bewilderment.

“Shut up and get undressed.” I lifted his shirt over his head and didn’t need to order him twice. With centuries of practice Rurik stripped in seconds. His body was ready for me.

He bent forward to claim me but I leaned away. “Did I tell you to do that?”

The wicked grin he gave me made his lip bleed again. “No, Ma’am.” But he crawled onto the bed anyway. “You’re overdressed, Rabbit.” He grabbed my ankle in an attempt to tug my jeans off.

The rough handling pissed me off. I’d remove my clothes when I was good and ready. In a twisted way, his attitude made me wet yet furious at myself for responding to it. I kicked at his hand but missed.

This only made him smile wider. The button on my pants snapped with a flick of his fingers then slipped off as if made of silk when he yanked. He gathered the edges of my panties in his large hands and slipped them from my hips.

“I chased you from this room because I feared I’d hurt you. It’s been a long time since I lost control of myself.” His fingers traced the collar of my t-shirt. “No more secrets from you, no more lies.” With a single motion he tore it to the hem exposing my bra.

I struggled to crawl away. Not from fear, I wanted more control of the situation and didn’t trust myself to not succumb to him, but he held me in place at the hips.

He leaned down to give me a more intimate kiss between my legs. The silken touch of his tongue made me writhe in his clutches as he licked me slow, as if savoring me like an ice cream cone. My anger should have faded but it didn’t. I wanted to be free and I wanted control. He took those away from me, everyone had.

“Let me go.”

His inflamed, dark stare caught my breath. “No,” Rurik stated in a voice that held a tone I’d never heard him use. A thin line of a growl trickled from his throat as he bent to suckle.

The lightning shock of pleasure shot straight to my brain and overloaded my intelligence. Only a wanton beast remained pinned to the bed, a slave to his ministrations. I let him have my body.

He pressed his mouth deeper in me and drew harder until my cries stopped. I lay panting as he knelt next to me and reached for my bra. His cock pressed against his abdomen, hard and thick, ready with need.

I’d had enough of being prey. He wasn’t the only one who knew his way around a bed. Power came with sex and I could wield it. Before things went any further I rolled over and licked his hard shaft from base to tip.

The sound of a sharp intake of breath told me of his surprise and pleasure.

No more taking orders from Colby, no more scolding from Red, and definitely no more pushing around by vampires. Rurik might be angry with me, but I was furious at the world. In a matter of days, my life had been turned inside out, my soul scrubbed raw, and my body battered.

I swallowed his cock whole and showed him no mercy. He was mine and I claimed him. My nails dug into the tender flesh of his ass and he cried out. From pain or ecstasy, I didn’t care. I paced a hard, fast rhythm and didn’t allow him a moment’s reprieve. When I could taste his climax approaching I pulled away.

“Rabbit.” The groan of my pet name was filled with yearning.

I kneeled to face him.

The chilling hunger in his stare fired my own lust. His skin felt smooth and firm under my hands as I touched his neck, his shoulders, then his chest.

He pulled me close.

“No.” I whispered my command. “Lay on your back.”

The expression on his face, as if contemplating his options, made me remember who and what I tried to boss. He gave me a small smirk and stretched across the bed with his arms behind his head. Despite his experience in politics, the Overlord tried in vain to intimidate me with that little smirk. All six feet of sexy, male flesh waited for my pleasure.

The emotional wave of anger drove me. He may be the Seducer of Budapest but I planned to break him of that role. I told the truth when I said I didn’t share well with others. Rurik was mine now.

The remains of my t-shirt fell from my shoulders. Smudges of soot from the fire spotted my hands and now even I could smell the smoke trapped in my curls.

I held his gaze as I crawled on the bed up his legs and paused at his inner thighs to nibble at his tender tasty bits. Once again he tried to reach for me but I stopped my explorations until his hand returned behind his head accompanied by a frustrated growl. I smiled.

He allowed this charade of dominance. I wasn’t a fool. It must be tiresome to have to lead all the time.

I slipped him inside after mounting his hips and rocked with a slow deliberate pace. His encouraging sweet moans fed my desire. I unclasped my bra, the last piece of cloth between us and let it fall from my shoulders. His eyes followed my hands as I caressed my body. It ignited not only him but me as well. He matched my rhythm even though I could tell he wanted more.

As I licked around his nipple the little nub hardened. It elicited more encouraging noises from him.

“Bite.” The word almost got lost in the midst of his other sounds. It only made sense that a vampire would like biting.

So I bit down, hard.

His back arched as his hands clenched the pillow.

I clung to him as his hips rose from the bed to beat in time with my growing needs. The pressure of an orgasm built but I could see in his face he still wanted more. I stretched out along his body and offered him what he wanted.

My neck.

A cry, seeming more creature than man, escaped him as he rolled us, pulled my head back and sank his fangs into me. No mind fog to distract me this time, so the sharp pain mingled with the climax. His cool lips pressed against my flesh as some of my warmth spilled into him. He continued to thrust as he fed until he brought both of us to completion.

Strong and all encompassing, Rurik’s arms were the perfect resting place. I could have stayed there forever. He traced the bite mark I’d left around his aureole and chuckled.

“Nice.”

“You’re welcome.”

He kissed the top of my head. “It’s very promising. We’ve much to explore.”

A loud crash from the downstairs interrupted my response. It sounded like the front door being battered down. I tumbled from his arms as Rurik opened the bedroom door before I even knew he’d moved.

I followed at my slower mortal speed.

He turned to me. “I love you.” His lips pressed to mine in a quick impassioned kiss. “Forgive me.”

“What—” A sharp pain across my jaw caught me by surprise then everything went black.

A coffin held me captive, bent in a fetal position and shoved inside its confines. The muscle in my back knotted strong enough to wake me up. Darkness blinded and confused me. My head bumped against the lid as I flashed back to waking at Lizzy’s place. I could almost hear her shuffle her tarot cards.

My heart raced and my head felt split in two. Short of breath and a little shaky I pushed the top open and crawled out. I sat on the floor in Rurik’s bedroom beside his now partially empty trunk, not a freaking coffin. His stuff lay scattered in the middle of the room, as if thrown there, but blended in well with all the other junk he left lying around.