Liam's laugh was husky as I pounced, my fangs sliding into his throat. Hot blood splashed on my tongue. A guttural groan came from Liam as he collapsed the lower half of his body against mine, rubbing the hard length of him against my center.
He whispered words in another language, his hands coming up to cup my head as I fed from him. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I paid no attention now that I had what I wanted. An insatiable need for more made everything else unimportant.
His hands moved between us. There was a yank at my bra. It ripped and was gone in the next moment.
Buttons flew as he tore my jeans open, his eyes nearly glowing as he glared up at me. Any humor we'd had was gone, replaced by urgency and desperation.
As was always the case when we exchanged blood, inhibitions were left behind.
A snarl escaped me when he moved. He laughed, rolling us again so I was on the bottom.
His hips working against me, his length hard, my bite as arousing for him as it was for me.
At some point I'd come unlatched, my head falling back to expose my throat. A sharp sting told me he'd returned my bite.
Bare skin slid against mine, our clothes somehow gone.
His hot length plunged home, and I made a strangled sound of surprise and need. He snarled and his fangs slid out of my skin only for him to suck hard. Sensation splintered through me.
Pleasure zipped along my nerve endings as he tweaked my nipple.
"Damn, I really wanted to win this time," I managed to gasp out as his hips rolled, his cock hitting a sensitive spot inside.
I keened, clutching him to me.
He chuckled. "Next time. Maybe."
He withdrew only to plunge forward again, gliding over that spot and wringing a needy sound from me. "I find I quite like the way things turned out."
He would. He'd won. Then again, so had I.
His pace was slow and measured, a contrast to my undone state. He glared down at me, torturing me with his control.
My fingers dug into his back, urging him to hurry. I wanted to be fucked, not tortured.
One leg rose to curl around his hips as I tilted mine up, urging him deeper. Faster. Harder.
He grunted. "Naughty girl. I won. The only one deciding the pace tonight is me."
He grasped my hands, drawing them over my head and pinning them there as I growled in frustration. That just made humor slide through his face. Humor that disappeared when I clenched around him.
His breath escaped him in a gasp, his gaze zooming in on me as playful challenge glinted there.
One hand reached for my clit as he bent, a fang scraping the top of my breast. He smiled before piercing the nipple with it. My back bowed as razor-sharp pleasure with a direct line to my clit speared through me.
"Bastard," I panted again.
Liam's only response was to move his attention to my other breast, repeating the action on it. I threw my head back on a silent scream, the pleasure so intense it was nearly pain.
"Liam," I warned, my patience gone.
He chuckled, not picking up his speed as he played me like I was a violin, forcing me to ride the shining edge of my orgasm but never letting me fall over the edge.
Two could play at that game, I decided.
I plunged my fangs into his chest right over his nipple. His body tightened around mine, his head dropping.
His pace picked up, one hand planting next to my head as he fucked me.
