Free Bled Dry by Erin McCarthy Page A

forced himself to let go, to pull back out of her entirely, on both counts.
    Brittany groaned. “Don’t stop!”
    “Closer,” Corbin said, his own voice sounding tight, a sweat breaking out between his shoulder blades. “But not quite begging.”
    See, this was why Brittany had slept with Corbin the first time. He was a very polite, though brooding, vampire with mysterious green eyes. And when he touched her, he managed to obliterate any signs of rational behavior whatsoever. He was dominating and skilled, and both times within five minutes he’d had her at that point of no return, where she would willingly go just about anywhere sexually with him. Inhibitions? She had nada with Corbin.
    “Please, put it back,” she said, reaching down and grabbing hold of him, stroking his hard, slick flesh.
    “That’s not begging either. That’s wheedling. That’s flirting. That’s you trying to get your way with your big beautiful brown eyes and your plump pouty lips.” He bit the bottom lip she had admittedly shoved out.
    Brittany closed her eyes, enjoyed that tingling, that tugging sensation of him pulling on her blood, drawing it into his mouth. It didn’t hurt. It felt sexual, like having her finger sucked during passionate foreplay. She stroked him faster, trying to maneuver him between her legs.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, even though she did. She was used to pouting with her sister to get her way, even though she was a grown woman. It usually worked, so she kept doing it. But Corbin wasn’t going for it, damn him.
    Without warning he rammed his cock into her again, knocking her hand away. She barely had time to gasp at the full sensation, barely had time to enjoy the eye-rolling stretching of her inner muscles, when he left again, making her groan in frustration. “Stop doing that.”
    “Stop altogether?” he asked playfully, not seeming to be at the same point of desperation she was.
    He was just suckling her nipple calmly, with no apparent hurry, while she was squirming and dying and tense. And she’d already come once. His control was to be admired.
    Later.
    Right now she wanted him to knock it off.
    Locking her legs around his thighs, she tried to flip him on his back. He didn’t even budge a millimeter. Damn undead strength.
    Lifting his head, he gave her a very naughty smile. “Did you need something, my dear?” he said, sliding into her once more.
    Trying to hold him inside her was futile. He was gone before she could dig her nails into his back. “Stop it.”
    “I believe the phrase is don’t stop .” He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, his fingers playing between her thighs, slipping and sliding, but missing the point for the most part.
    Brittany gave up to the agony, every inch of her body screaming for satisfaction. “Don’t stop, Corbin, please.” She wiggled, trying to force his fingers inside her, but he eluded her again.
    “Not quite right yet, but I’m feeling generous.” He thrust deep inside her and rested there for a minute.
    “Yes... ” Gripping his biceps, she moved her hips, pleasure coursing through her.
    He moved fast, hard, and pushed up into her over and over while Brittany panted and tried to keep up, ultimately giving up, collapsing back and letting him pound into her with delicious ferocity.
    “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice warbling. “Don’t stop.”
    And when she was going to come, when everything in her stilled and ripped up, when her mind was empty and pleasure painful, when she felt a breathtaking pause right before she burst over him, she said with everything inside her, “Do. Not. Stop.”
    Corbin locked eyes with her, and she watched his change to a deep forest green. “Never,” he said.
    She let go, and clung to him as they exploded together.

 
     

Five

     

    “You care about your brother-in-law, yes?”

    “Ethan? Of course. Alexis loves him and he’s a good guy.” Brittany snuggled up against