He set his big hands on the headboard beside mine, wicked talons threatening to puncture the leather. Seeing that made me realize he couldn’t have prepared me if he wanted to. So yay for whatever weird supernatural thingy let me open up like a train tunnel for his big dick to barrel right on in. Woo-woo!
“Oh! Oh, fuck,” I wailed as he started pounding me like a jackhammer at the White House. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
He slammed into me so deep that he lifted me up off my knees. And that was when he bit my neck.
The slide of his fangs into my flesh was even better than his cock into my ass. Smooth, deep, and setting off a firestorm of sensations all through me. It was like my sense of touch ratcheted up to make me a hundred times more sensitive. I camelike a geyser on that poor headboard, my whole body stiff and throbbing as the pull of his fangs matched my heartbeat. My orgasm drained my balls but I still felt like I was coming over and over again.
Hamilton withdrew his fangs and slowly licked the spot, and I was finally able to gasp a breath. His cock was still buried inside me, shallowly thrusting, and I was completely wrecked. It was like every muscle in me was quaking, weak and shivery, while he practically purred in my ear. I assumed that was why he wrapped his arms around me and turned us before lowering me down onto the bed.
For a moment, I just moaned into the sheets, sprawled under him, that cock of his still owning my hole. But then he pulled back and rolled me over. I was like a ragdoll that he positioned however he wanted—arms over my head, legs spread wide and hitched up on his hips—before he sank back into me and stared down at me while he fucked me all over again.
I stared at him, too. The snarl of his lips and flash of sharp teeth as he rolled his hips to fuck me slow and deep. How his chest and ab muscles flexed with every thrust and the way he leaned down to lick my cheek and growl in my ear. I could hear the sheets tearing as his claws sank through them to spear the mattress. His thrusts sped up, he was coming, and the roar out of him should’ve scared me half to death. I reached up for him instead and pulled him down to kiss him.
Human Hamilton met my lips. That fast, he shifted right there in my arms, and kissed me even as he gasped for breath. I flipped us over, let him relax now, and kept on kissing him until we both needed air.
“You’re a wicked beast,” I whispered as I tucked myself against him.
He grunted an amused sound. “Whatever you want.”
“Yeah? So if I want bat-you to fuck me against the ceiling, you’ll do that?”
“It’ll ruin the ceiling, but yes.”
“And if I want to blow dude-you while you wear a tuxedo, you’ll do that, too?”
“Of course.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll probably still bite you every time, though.”
“Man, those bites,” I practically moaned. “I swear it pulls my orgasm through me over and over. I bet you could just walk into the room and bite me, and I’d come in my pants, nothing else needed.”
He lifted my hand, staring at my wrist. “That’s a mate reaction only. I’ve never known anyone else to feel that way when I drink from them.”
I pressed my wrist to his lips. “I feel an experiment coming on…”
Hamilton grinned against my skin before he suddenly struck like a rattlesnake. And, goddamn, my reaction was instantaneous. It felt like a blowjob, like he was pegging my prostate, and I got hard so fast I should’ve been dizzy. I didn’t need the extra stimulation, but it was like I couldn’t stop myself from humping his thigh, my cock aching already.
And then I was coming with a cry, shivering and spurting cum all over his legs. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t catch my breath—it was like I’d run a whole marathon in under a minute.
“And what have we learned?” he asked before licking my wounds.
I swallowed hard and tried to think. “Don’t do any of that in public?”
He chuckled and cuddled me up.
“Should we be doing something?”I paced to the window and then back over to stand in front of Hamilton. “I feel like we should be doing something.”
He was reading news articles on an iPad, sitting there looking like a professor in his dress shirt and trousers with the crisp creases. I suddenly understood that the appeal of such men wasn’t how they looked, but messing them up.
“Once Quillan and his team do their part,” Hamilton said without looking up, “then we might very well have things to do.”
“Like what, though?”
Obviously, I knew I wasn’t going into a secret government lab and tearing it up, leaving bodies in my wake. But there had to be some part I could play in all this. Something I could do to make things right.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Identification might be something we can do. Who took you? Who else did you see? Even if I killed them during our escape, we’ll still need to know who they were for the case.”
I was about to ask what he meant about a case, when he took a deep breath and looked up at me, smirking.
“Again?” he asked and pointedly glanced at my groin.
