Free Poking the Vamp (Knight Protectors #3) by Celia Kyle

The rhythmic tightening of her muscles picked up his pace, each spasm sending a wave of spine-tingling pleasure through her body. “Oh, God…”
    She ran her fingers over his shaved head, fighting for something to hang on to while the sensations stole her thoughts. Her breasts ached, her clit throbbed and her pussy begged to be filled by his long, thick cock. She wanted, oh, how she wanted to be taken by him.
    Possessed.
    Owned.
    Consumed.
    Kate pulled her hands from his head and cupped her breasts, kneading her abundant flesh and plucking her nipples with delicious tugs. She rolled her hips, trying to take more than he offered in order to drive herself over the edge of release.
    Orgasm lurked near, dancing in and out of reach and it was…
    “So close,” she released the words with a breathy whisper. “So…”
    Joce growled low and added a scrape of his fang against her clit, sending a spear of pain through her blood.
    And it simply added to her pleasure. No, it magnified the sensations. The new feeling sent her careening toward the edge of climax, forcing her body to balance at the tip where she danced along the threshold of ultimate pleasure and pain of denial.
    Kate sobbed, the sensations growing and blossoming inside her, but going nowhere. The bubble of pleasure grew and grew yet refused to pop, refused to give her that ultimate joy.
    “Joce,” she sobbed.
    She was there— there —but she couldn’t tip over the precipice.
    Joce lifted his mouth from her sensitive flesh, dragging a denial from her lungs.
    “No!” She released her breasts, desperate to pull him back to her.
    “Katherine,” the hoarse rasp had her faltering and she met his red-eyed gaze, his vampire nature out in full force. “Come.”
    Then he opened his mouth.
    Then he bared his fangs.
    Then he bit… and he drank.
    That first piercing of her flesh rocketed her from simmering arousal to screaming ecstasy. She arched and shouted his name as pure, unadulterated pleasure consumed her in a seductive rush of bliss. It rolled through her veins and skated along her nerves, sliding up and down her spine as each new wave brought her more and more.
    She lost control of her body, the muscles no longer responding to her brain, that part of her short-circuited by the joy of his bite. Each pull forced her to accept more and more pleasure, more and more of those beautiful sensations.
    Her toes curled, back arched, and eyes squeezed shut while she fought to survive the pleasure he created inside her body.
    Still he fed, still he devoured her blood, and still she rolled from one orgasm to the next. They continued, unending and deliciously painful.
    She shuddered and trembled, reveling in his attentions until… suddenly she wasn’t.
    Until suddenly his mouth was gone.
    Until suddenly he was on the other side of the room.
    Until suddenly he wiped at his mouth with frantic hands as if battling to rid himself of her taste.
    “What have I done?”

     
     

Chapter Ten

    What had he done? He’d…
    Joce’s cock throbbed and pulsed, the ache telling exactly what he hadn’t done. That wasn’t the issue though.
    He’d tasted his fire and she’d been sensual and sweet, her juices like the finest wine. Then, when she’d been prepared to come, he’d tasted her blood. Even now the liquid still remained on his lips.
    But it wasn’t just the blood. It was that added flavor that brought forward emotions that…
    Emotions he couldn’t afford.
    There was possessiveness and then there were the emotions invoked by the feeding, the taking of Kate’s blood as she came.
    In that moment, that purity of pleasure, everything inside his partner became clear. Her feelings, her worries, her joys, her sadness. Anything that plagued her was known to him. Above all, he experienced her feelings for him.
    And then his heart responded. It beat for her, reached for her, stretched to connect with hers as only a fire and her mate could.
    But he’d walked that emotional path