Her tongue curled over the head of his arousal.
“Terese…suck my cock.”
Her lips opened over him, and she took him inside, just one inch, then she pulled back.
His hands tightened in her hair.
She smiled up at him. Then she took him inside, deep inside, and she sucked him, tight and hard.
“Oh, yes.” His eyes closed and he thrust against her mouth. “Just like that.”
Her tongue licked the underside of his cock, and she drew him even deeper into her mouth. She could feel the head of his c**k against her throat, feel the rough, thick ridge of his flesh. Her mouth worked him, licking, sucking, and holding him tight with her cheeks and tongue.
His c**k swelled, pulsed, and she knew his orgasm was coming. Arousal flooded her as she worked him, and her fingers trailed down her body, slipped between her legs and rubbed, pushed. There.
She could taste him already. Taste his rich, warm flavor—
“No!” He pulled back, stepping away from her.
Blinking, Terese stared up at him. Her lips were open and trembling. Her hand was buried between her legs—
His eyes widened as he gazed down at her.
She froze as she realized just what she was doing.
Before she could even blush, he grabbed her, jerked her upright, and hauled her over to the sofa. Then he was pushing her onto the cushions, shoving her dress up, and burying that thick c**k in her sex. He thrust into her, driving deep over and over and she loved it, loved it.
Her head thrashed against the sofa. She lifted her hips, shoving against him, wanting to take him deeper, deeper—
Her legs wrapped around his hips. She moaned, a high, keening cry. “More,” she gasped, her hips pushing against his. “I want more.” She wanted all of him.
He tilted her hips, moving so that his c**k pushed past her clit on every stroke. That rubbing, that friction, had her shuddering and begging.
So much for being in control…
But she wasn’t alone. She could tell by the frenzied thrust of hips against her that Apollo’s own control had broken.
Her teeth burned, and she longed to bury them in his throat, but she kept her lips closed. She’d already taken from him once that night, and for just a moment, she wanted to pretend that she was a human again, a human with her lover.
And not a vampire hungering for blood.
His c**k stretched her and filled her sex completely. She clamped down on him, loving the feel of his flesh inside her body.
His fingers slipped between her thighs, rubbed against her swollen, sensitive core—
She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her.
Apollo was right behind her. As his body stiffened, she felt the jetting of his se**n inside of her.
Her arms locked around him, and she held him tightly, more tightly than she’d ever held anything or anyone.
Because she realized that he was coming to mean more to her than anyone ever had before…
I could love him.
* * *
His little vampiress was trying to kill him. She had to be. Trying to kill him with sheer, mind-numbing pleasure.
Apollo raised his body off hers and stared down at Terese. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.
And she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
He kissed her, a quick, light kiss.
She blinked and slowly opened her eyes.
“Don’t go to sleep on me yet.” His c**k was still buried in her, and her tight sex cradled him in a warm, wet grip.
“I-I wasn’t.” She stretched slightly, and her delicate inner muscles clenched around him.
His c**k thickened. Again. He’d just pumped his seed into her, just drained his c**k dry, but now he wanted to f**k her again.
Addicted.
“Dawn’s coming.” Her voice was soft, hushed.
Yeah, he could sense the approach of the sun.
He’d noticed there was only one small window in Terese’s place, and it was covered by a thick black curtain.
“It’s strange,” she murmured, “but I swear it’s almost like I can feel the sun rising…” She shook her head and her hair brushed against his arm. “That’s never happened before.”
Her blue eyes were so dark and deep. They reminded him of the waters off the coast of his native Delos. When a storm approached, the light blue waves turned to a midnight blue, a blue the exact color of her eyes.
He’d like to take her to Delos. Like to walk with her on the white beach as the sun shone down on them and he—
Watched her die.
Apollo closed his eyes.
“Apollo?” Her soft hand touched his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He’d just realized how vulnerable she was. He would have to protect her, have to take extra steps to make certain she stayed safe. “We need to talk.” Rising carefully, keeping his c**k nestled in her sex, he carried her toward the bed.
A sexy smile curved her full lips. “Oooh…I like traveling this way.”
He lowered her onto the bed and curled on top of her. “Um…the better to keep f**king you, my sweet.”
She giggled. Actually giggled. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
He was in trouble. His gaze narrowed as he stared down at her.
Her eyes were already closing as she snuggled up against him. The woman seemed to fit right into the curve of his arm.
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
He kissed her neck. “There’s nowhere else I want to be.” Truth.
Her fingers linked with his. “I was afraid.”
His body stiffened.
“When Eric changed me, and I realized what I’d become, I was afraid that I’d never be happy again.”
He was going to make Eric beg for death.
“But when I’m with you…” Her eyes were still closed and a faint smile tilted her lips. “I keep forgetting that I’m a monster.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m glad I found you in Hades.”
His lips brushed her skin once more. “Ah, sweet, don’t you realize, it was I who found you?”
But her breathing had eased and he knew that Terese was lost to him in dreams. Apollo didn’t move. Didn’t leave as he’d done with so many others over the centuries. He just held her, and realized the Fates had finally taken their vengeance on him.
In his arms, he had the one woman he wanted more than any other.
The one he could too easily destroy.
* * *
She would have to be punished.
Eric paced the confines of his room, his teeth burning and his hands clenched into fists.
The blond bastard was probably f**king her now.