The pace picked up to clear the last hurdle, as if she could show instead of tell him how much she wanted him.
Loved him.
“Brax. Brax, you...”
“I’m gonna make you come. You’re gonna burst me. Do I still get to fill you up, baby?”
Penny’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth trembling slightly. His jaw was clenched and his head thrown back, eyes struggling to stay open.
He smiled when they both opened their eyes at the same time, reconnecting. “Gorgeous girl.”
“Gorgeous guy,” she breathed.
“Your guy. All yours, Penny.”
“Yes, yes, mine. All mine. My Brax.” Her walls clenched down. “So full. So good,” she moaned. “I could be fuller.” Penny tapped her neck, a fluttering hand with frantic fingers.
Her blood stopped teasing and tempting and started screaming to him, a siren’s piercing entreaty. He could feel everypulse of her, in her legs splayed over his, in the pounding pre-climax of her walls, in the racehorse gallop of her heart as they both prepared to let go.
“Please, baby, please,” she whimpered. “Be mine, all the way?”
She had never fought fair, this girl. How could he refuse?
If the pain killed him, well... Marietta wouldn’t even have the last laugh. He wouldn’t die a second death in misery.
“Of course, love,” he agreed, voice thicker, mouth changing shape with fangs rushing to pierce, eager to drain.
But they didn’t need to. They slid into soft, warm, wet skin, a shallow, gentle bite that barely nicked the surface under the suckling kiss he gave.
Penny was the one who held his hair and tugged, driving him in deeper, babbling as she screeched out in pleasure, filled by cock and fangs, coming apart in a shuddering, bucking bundle in his arms.
Brax pulled back, mouth still full, trickles escaping over his lower lip. He watched her wail. If that wasn’t even hotter than watching her fall over the peak as he worked his fingers and mouth against her, he was a blind man.
Her wail was followed by a gasp and a torrent of scalding hot juice that made him pop.
“Oh. Ohh, holy ride of my unlife,” Brax hissed, only staying seated on the edge of the tub by sheer vampiric agility—at least until his calves gave and he started to slide forward.
“This time it’s warm.” Penny grinned at him, something devilish in an otherwise angelic face. Penny sighed and panted as she rode him down still hard, juices mingling. “We’re a mess. A hot, sexy mess.”
“But a happy one,” he countered, licking his lips.
“Shower?”
“We’re in one,” Brax laughed.
“I’m not getting off you. You’re still hard.”
“If you stay on me as long as I’m hard, you’ll be here ‘til doomsday. I’ll never get soft watching this show.”
“Just ‘til doomsday, huh? Hmm. I think we pushed that date back a little. Take me for another ride?”
“Wherever you wanna go, lover.”
Penny licked her lips and smoothed her thumb over his lip. “The truce continues?”
He caught her wrist and kissed her hand, rubbing his cheek in the warmth, enjoying the thudding of her pulse and the heat of her body wrapped around him, the heat of her blood in his veins. “It’s permanent, Penny.”
IT WAS DARK WHEN THEYwent out. Naturally dark, the darkness of a Christmas morning at six, when the sun is still hidden by the cold gray skies that linger in the mountains.
