Zena Wynn: Reclaiming Angelica

Angelica’s fangs dropped into position. “It’s about damn time, wolf. Do you know how long I’ve waited to get my…teeth”—she licked the tip of one point—“into you?”

Raul’s stance became rigid, like he was holding himself back with the thinnest of control. “You fed from that man tonight, and he came.”

Angelica gave a dainty little shrug. “My bite is orgasmic.”

“From now on, you feed only from me.”

She let her gaze trail slowly down his body, then lifted her knees and planted her feet on the bedspread. Arching her hips, she brought his attention to the minuscule bit of lace covering her sex by running the tip of her finger along the crotch. “Are you sure about that? You know we like to fuck while we feed,” she taunted. “I might get…carried away and”—she licked her lips—“devour you whole.”

His irises turn a brilliant gold, and his nostrils flared as his gaze narrowed on the damp lace. Angelica felt a cool breeze pebble her nipples and then glanced down in astonishment at her shredded dress. When she looked at Raul, he was idly flexing his claws.

“You’re moving too slow.”

His comment startled a laugh out of her. Angelica rose fluidly to her knees and removed the scraps of material. Then she placed her hands on her thigh and tilted her head, her gaze challenging.

“Now the panties,” he ordered.

“You want them off? Take ’em off yourself.”

He blinked, then languidly grinned. It was so wicked she felt another wave of arousal sweep through her body.

“If you insist,” he agreed amiably.

He lifted his hand, and Angelica braced for the slash of claws. Instead he sauntered forward until his knees bumped the mattress, his bobbing cock leading the way. Raul trailed the claw of his right forefinger down her sternum, between her breasts and beyond, circling her navel before dipping his finger lightly inside. “You are so sexy. I could eat you up.”

Reflexively, Angelica’s vaginal muscles clenched, and she thrust her hips forward, seeking his touch where she needed it most. “Touch me,” she half pleaded, half demanded.

“I am.”

“Lower.”

Back and forth, his finger faithfully followed the edge of her panties, never dipping lower. “Here?”

“Raul!”

There was a sharp sting as he ripped the panties right off her body.

“Ooo!” she cried out in surprise, then purred. Damn, that was hot! He’d never done anything like this before.

“I’m going to eat you alive,” he said, stroking his thumb along her slit. “But first, there’s the matter of your feeding to attend to.” Raul climbed up her body, pushing her down so he straddled her chest, knees spread wide. He stroked his erection base to head, then moved closer so that his penis was in sucking distance. “Feed.”

Angelica’s eyes bulged in shock. “From your cock?”

“Yes.” He brushed the moist tip against her slightly parted lips.

“You’re sure?” Angelica wasn’t sure why she hesitated. Her bite wasn’t painful, beyond the initial sting, but the thought of sinking her fangs into such a sensitive area gave her pause.

“Bite me!” He pressed insistently until the head butted her fangs.

Angelica flicked out her tongue and pulled in a drop of his spicy essence. He sucked in a sharp breath, and his thighs tensed beneath her hands. She smiled and did it again, lingering over the hole with tantalizing slowness.

Raul cursed and his canines lengthened.

Loving his primal response, Angelica twirled her tongue around the ridge that lined the head, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside.

He snarled. “Angelica, quit pla— Fuck !”

She sucked deeply, drawing strongly on the small pinpricks she’d made. When the coagulant in her saliva sealed the tiny holes, Angelica bit him again, repeating the process over and over until Raul positively vibrated over her.

He snarled out a litany of profanity as his clawed fingers held a vice grip in her hair, holding her head to him. Angelica could tell he was rigidly controlling himself even as his hips jerked. The strain on his face showed he was ruthlessly suppressing the need to thrust.

She bit him harder, sinking her fangs deep this time.

With a roar, Raul’s control snapped. He jerked her off him using her hair, had her up and over onto her belly in a blink. Before the world stopped spinning, he had her ass high and had mounted her. The first thrust sent her sliding forward. Raul clamped his hands on her hips and yanked her back. His second thrust made her gasp with a combination of pleasure and pain. The third one hit a spot that made her cry out and clench around him.

Raul slid one hand to her belly to hold her in position. The other landed on the mattress beside her hand as he hunched over her. “Brace yourself,” was all the warning Angelica received.

He locked his canines into the tender spot between her shoulder and neck and let loose, taking her like the animal he was. It was hard, fast, and brutal, and went on and on and on. Angelica screamed. She cried, but mostly she came, over and over again.

Raul’s cock swelled to even larger proportions, stretching her to the maximum, right before he stiffened in climax. His hips jerked with each pulse of release. He’d penetrated her to the hilt and must have hit a sweet spot because the reflexive movements of his cock against it set her off in another orgasm. This one the longest yet.

When Angelica came back to awareness, Raul had rolled them to the side. He lay curled around her, his penis still erect and deeply embedded. He stroked her breasts, hips, and thighs, petting her while he murmured, “Mine. Finally mine,” over and over like he couldn’t believe it.

Soothed and exhausted, Angelica drifted into a contented sleep.

The silky glide of Raul’s penis leaving her inner depths woke Angelica out of her light doze, and she rolled to face him. Raul caught her close, nuzzling his face in her neck. “I love you, baby. You have no idea how much. Please don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t,” she promised, cupping the back of his head. “I only did it to get your attention. I was tired of the secrets between us.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “Why can’t I sense that you’re a vampire? Normally I can smell them.”

“My mother is human. The vampire gene is recessive in me. I’m a little faster than the average human, a little stronger, and occasionally need blood, but mostly I read as human.”

He mulled that over. “That explains it, I guess. How often is occasionally? I never noticed you feeding.”

“Once or twice a week. Less if I feed really well. Besides, you’re gone a lot. It was easy to hide. All I had to do was wait for you to leave,” she admitted.

He winced. Yes, he had spent a lot of time away from her in an attempt to hide what he was, and all along she’d known. What a waste. That brought up another issue. “If you knew all along I wasn’t human, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t either?”

“Why did you freak out so bad earlier?”

Raul instinctively tensed at the reminder of his earlier behavior. No more secrets, he reminded himself. “I was afraid if you knew what I was, you’d leave me, and I couldn’t risk losing you. You’re my mate. I love you too much. It would destroy me to lose you.” He thought of his father’s suicide.

Your uncle lost his mate, and he’s still here , his wolf reminded him.

The thought made him pause. While Uncle Joey definitely mourned the loss of his mate, he didn’t seem suicidal. Maybe the loss of a mate didn’t automatically mean the death of the survivor. It took balls to deal with that sort of pain and still keep going. He was beginning to understand why Uncle Max had called Poppa a coward. Poppa hadn’t gone after Momma and brought her home where she belonged, even though he had obviously known where she was. And he hadn’t loved his son enough to stick around.