Call Of The Dark

The idea that he would drink from her breasts made them go so heavy and hard that her nipples pebbled harder. Her bottom was rubbing against him in a wicked rhythm.

Her scent had become tantalizing. Her need to kiss his lips rose and she leaned to seize them but he moved his head back. He groaned. He was losing control. Fast.

"Goddess!" he roared. He wanted to kiss her badly but he realized that he would end up hurting her.

However, Emma was entranced by him. Her eyes on his lips, she wanted to taste them. The new feeling inside her, tightened the coil of heat inside her belly. There was an ache in her lower belly that was threatening to unleash. She was losing control of herself and she didn't know what she was chasing. But she wanted something and something so badly that she needed it desperately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and in a frenzy, she seized his lips.

Lazarus's fangs had grown. They were throbbing with pain. Venom had pooled inside and in this kind of a situation a vampire would end up sinking his fangs in his mate. But Lazarus was controlling himself with every kernel of will he had in his body. When Emma's lips crashed on his, he moaned.

This was his first kiss with her. She licked his lips and forced him to open them. He resisted but he couldn't control his emotions. He opened them partially and she ended up licking his fangs. He groaned. This was divine. But he immediately closed his lips. With one hand, he cupped his neck and pulled her face in the crook of his neck while with the other he continued to make her move over his shaft.

"You are so hot, Emma!" he grated. "I want to tear those panties off!"

He was thinking that Emma would be scared of his fangs and would never attempt to kiss him, but he was wrong. She had no fear. Instead he remembered how her eyes were heavy-lidded and the emerald green had flecks of gold shining in them.

"Then tear them off!" she replied in a hoarse voice, licking the skin of his neck.

She was licking and suckling and flicking his neck so lovingly that Lazarus was losing it. Usually if she would have been his vampire mate, she would have already pierced her fangs in his neck and drawn blood, but whatever she was doing was akin to that only. This enraged him but his fury was mixed with his need to make her come and then come below her.

"Don't you play with my fury, Emma!"

Emma pulled herself away from him and placed one hand on his chest while with the other, she pulled her hair on the side. Her scent washed over him.

Goddess! She looked like sin personified. She moaned as he made her rub his shaft. She was so excited that her blood dusted her cheeks, she was panting heavily and her juices were flowing freely over his pants. His eyes went to her breasts, the nipples of which were stiffened. He had been dreaming of drawing blood from there, but he realized that he would never be able to drink from her. The thought left him crazy.

And the reason why he couldn't drink from her in this condition was that his venom had pooled in his fangs. The venom pooled in the fangs of a vampire when he or she was with their mate. It was only for their mate and that was the reason why blood vassals were never injected with the vampire's venom.

If he pierced her skin with his fangs at this moment, he was sure that his venom would intermingle in her blood. And those had consequences. Emma would become his blood slave forever. She would be tethered to his emotions, his needs in a way that there would be no return.

When she kissed him and licked his fangs, he thanked the goddess that they weren't coated with his venom yet. But the thought was enough and he licked his fangs. They were now coated with his venom. If he drank from her now, there would be no return for her.

"You are looking at my breasts," she said as she lowered her hand to them and squeezed them.

Fuck. Yes. He couldn't help himself. He lowered his head and licked them. His fangs throbbed with pain to take one drop of blood from her and taste her, but he controlled his frenzy.

Her nipples were so hard. For him. Her juices were flowing. For him. That blush coated her cheeks. For him. He was surprised that she was so aroused. For him. Her arousal was mixed with the scent of her blood and it created a drug-like effect on him.

He looked at her with heavy lidded eyes. Like a predator. He wanted to take everything of hers. His thoughts went awry as he imagined pinning her beneath him, forcing her to spread her thighs and tasting her honey. Gods above! He had not thought of this with Maeve also.

Suddenly, Emma held his hand that was now on her breast, and kneading it with abandon. She took his finger in her mouth and began to suck it. She didn't know what she was doing but she wanted to suck it.

This girl was going to be his death. If this was how she was in their first encounter, what would she be in the next ones? He watched her sucking it and imagined her lips wrapped around his cock.

On her own, she started to move faster, not for him, but for herself.

Damn! He was slumming against a mortal and damn! He was enjoying it. How could he come out of the situation?

Suddenly, she groaned. She took his finger to her navel and was about to go below, when she screamed as orgasm hit her. Hard.

Lazarus couldn't believe that she orgasmed before him, but seeing her in this state, he spilled his seeds with a roar, grabbing her waist with both his arms.