"So? How big is it?"

The question startled him. "How big is what?"

"Your c.o.c.k," she said coldly. "How big is it?"

"How big?" he repeated. He'd never had a woman ask him about the size of his c.o.c.k outside the bedroom. Well, Veelee had, the first time they'd met, but she was in a cla.s.s by herself.

"Yes. Or should I ask how small is it?"

That did it. Keeping his gaze on the road, he shot out his right hand, clutched hers in his and brought it to rest between his legs, over his c.o.c.k. "Does this feel small to you?" Even as he spoke, he thought that when she told Tat of this, she'd probably throw a fit and try to slap him black and blue.

Instead of jerking away, her fingers closed over his c.o.c.k before sliding down to cup his b.a.l.l.s. A shock of desire shot through him at the feel of her hand on him.

"Hmmm. Nice enough, but I've felt bigger," she said and pulled her hand away.

"The h.e.l.l you have!" he snapped. After a moment, he turned his head and found her watching him with a mischievous smile on her face. She was teasing him. A smile curved his lips and he laughed. Moments later, the soft sound of her laughter intermingled with his.

Still smiling, he turned his attention back to the road. So maybe he had misjudged this Dacoda. Maybe spending a few nights playing her man wouldn't be as bad as he'd feared.

"I shouldn't have done that," he said after a moment.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "If you've fingered one c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s, you've fingered them all."

Her response annoyed him. "Really? Would you like to finger them again?" he challenged.

"Why not?"

He caught his breath as she slipped her hand down the waistband of his sweatpants and briefs to close her soft, warm fingers over his bare c.o.c.k.

She slid her fingers down to cup his b.a.l.l.s. "Oh, very nice," she said in a breathless voice. "Very nice, indeed. I'm curious. Are all vampires so well-endowed or are you just lucky, Andrei, to be handsome and so deliciously well-hung?"

Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop his c.o.c.k from hardening and lengthening against her fingers. Tightening his left hand on the steering wheel, he pulled her hand from his briefs. "If you want to arrive in one piece, take your hand out of my pants." "Your d.i.c.k is so hard. What's the matter, Andrei? You getting hot and bothered?" With his c.o.c.k stretching along one thigh, he swore softly. "Don't play games with me, Dacoda." "Why not?" "Because you won't win." She responded by shooting her hand out to hover over his groin. He instinctively closed his legs over his c.o.c.k.

She laughed. "Don't worry, Andrei, I won't take advantage of you-unless you want me to. And then I'll only do it if you ask me nicely. Who knows? I might even make you beg."

He laughed. "d.a.m.n, woman, you have a pair of b.a.l.l.s almost as big as mine.""Is that a compliment?""Yes...yes, I think it is.""Thank you."He cast a quick look at her profile, noting her smile. "My pleasure."She turned and met his gaze. "Why, Andrei, I think you mean that."

"I do," he spoke softly, deciding he liked the way she called him Andrei when most

people called him Drei. She settled back against her seat, still smiling. He turned his gaze back toward the road, a smile playing around his lips. "Do you want to stop somewhere for a late night snack?" "That depends. What kind of snack did you have in mind, Andrei?"

"Whatever kind you like," he muttered, dismayed to find himself hardening again at her suggestive question. How the h.e.l.l did she not have a man in her life when she was so d.a.m.ned s.e.xy and totally uninhibited?

"What I'd like is to play with your c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s until you come." He bared his incisors and shot her a quick, angry glance. "You have no idea the pain a full-blood vampire in the grip of l.u.s.t can inflict on a frail, human body." "Why don't you show me, Andrei?" "You keep playing games with me and you just might get more than you bargained for," he warned. Her hand shot out and closed over his c.o.c.k. "Who's playing?" she demanded. "Get your hand off me-now!" "Or what?" She slid her hand into his sweatpants and under his briefs. She curled her fingers around his fully erect c.o.c.k. "What will you do if I refuse to stop touching this big c.o.c.k and heavy b.a.l.l.s of yours? You gonna tell big sister Tat on me?"

He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, sending the SUV speeding along the dark road, toward the nearest off ramp. He took the ramp so quickly, the SUV threatened to turn over. As the ramp ended, he pulled onto a dark street, stopped the SUV and turned to look at her, his eyes glowing, his incisors bared.

With her hand still clutched around his c.o.c.k, she stared wide-eyed at him. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. He leaned close to her. "Take your hand off me."

She deliberately stroked her fingers along his c.o.c.k and fingered and pinched his b.a.l.l.s before withdrawing her hand. "No need to get nasty, Andrei." Although her voice shook, she gave no other indications of being afraid of him.

"Don't you ever touch me again without my permission," he warned. "Or what?"

"Or I'll put a f.u.c.king on you that you won't ever forget!" "That's not much of a threat, Andrei. What if I want to be f.u.c.ked?" He clamped a hand on the back of her neck and stared directly into her eyes. "Are you insane, woman? Do you know who you're p.i.s.sing off?" She stroked a hand over his cheek. "I suppose you know you're an extremely handsome male...even with glowing eyes and bared-what are they called? Incisors?" "What the f.u.c.k does it take to scare you?" She pressed her thumb against his lips. "Why should I be afraid of you? I know you won't hurt me." "How the h.e.l.l do you know that? If you're counting on Tat-" "I know because you have kind eyes." She smiled and stroked his cheek again. He pushed her hand away and moved back to his seat. "Stop touching me, d.a.m.n it.

I don't like being pawed." He felt her fingers stroking along the hair at his nape. To his annoyance, her touch sent tingles all along his spine. "Stop that!" "I think I'd like to f.u.c.k you, my handsome Andrei."

"You think you'd like to f.u.c.k me? You are insane. I'm not your anything, and h.e.l.l will freeze over before I touch you or allow you to touch me."

"I'm touching you now." She leaned forward and pressed a moist, heated kiss against the side of his neck he felt all the way down to his toes. "And I hear it's been getting alarmingly cold down in h.e.l.l lately, Andrei." Her hand moved over him and then he felt her soft fingers circling his c.o.c.k again. "I hear old Lucifer has taken to wearing a fur coat. So we just might be f.u.c.king sooner than you think."

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing?"

She licked his neck as if it were a c.o.c.k. "Hmm. You taste so good I could swallow you whole."

"Stop it," he gritted through his teeth, fighting a rising tide of desire.

"Why?" She nibbled at his neck. "Doesn't it feel good?"

When he turned to face her, she pressed her lips against his. A jolt of l.u.s.t ran through him at the touch of her full, soft, sweet lips. She kissed him until he felt nearly lightheaded, all the while caressing and stroking his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s.

Unable to resist the wanton invitation of her lips and hands any longer, he groaned. "You're not going to be able to walk for a week when I finish with you!" he growled.

She kicked off her shoes and tore off her stockings. He watched her panties fly over the back seat. Then, lifting her skirt, she moved across the seat and straddled his legs. She linked one arm around his neck. Closing her other hand around his c.o.c.k, she smiled at him. "Walking is overrated."

Heart racing and c.o.c.k fully erect, he stared at her, consumed with l.u.s.t but also angry that she had aroused him against his wishes. It was unbecoming of a vampire his age to be so easily handled by a human woman. "You little wanton!" He gripped her hips and held her immobile as she struggled to sit on his c.o.c.k. "What makes you think I want a little alley cat in heat like you?"

Her lips quivered and he knew his remark hurt her. "You're awfully hard for someone who doesn't want me."

"Listen, you silly little bi-"

She pressed her fingers against his lips. "Please, Andrei, don't call me a b.i.t.c.h."

He moved his head back, away from her fingers. "No woman forces s.e.x on me I don' t want. And I don't want you!" He lifted her off his lap and back into her seat. He glared at her. "You have pushed me as far as I'm going to allow you to. Now keep your a.s.s in your seat and your d.a.m.n hands to yourself, or else. And don't you dare ask me or else what, or I just might show you."

She sucked in a series of quick breaths, wrapped her arms around her body and stared out the pa.s.senger side window.

He eased his aching c.o.c.k back into his sweats and briefs before looking at her.

A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Take me home."

"I'd like to take you and toss you off the nearest bridge," he snarled and started the engine.

"Why don't you?" she challenged. "I couldn't stop you."

"Don't tempt me...b.i.t.c.h."

She turned and stared at him, her dark eyes filled with tears. "Does calling me a b.i.t.c.h make you feel like a man?"

He winced, knowing he had crossed the line. But he was too angry to apologize. "Did trying to force yourself on me make you feel like a woman?"

She pressed a hand against her trembling lips and turned away.

He raked a hand through his hair and took several deep breaths. s.h.i.t! How the h.e.l.l had he allowed the situation to get so out of control? It was a sorry-a.s.s vampire who couldn't control one greedy little wanton without resorting to name calling... Name calling that had reduced her to tears.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been so deliberately cruel-h.e.l.l, he'd never been deliberately cruel to a woman. It wasn't his style. And yet, there he was calling her a b.i.t.c.h and threatening her. Why the h.e.l.l should he go out of his way to be unkind to her? Just because she'd come on to him? She was far from the first woman to do that. h.e.l.l, Veelee had been doing it since the moment they met. But then Veelee was not a fragile human woman.

He turned to look at Dacoda huddled against the pa.s.senger side door, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He suspected she was finally afraid of him. And he didn't like that idea one d.a.m.n bit.

He reached out and pulled her across the seat and into his arms. He held her, pressing his lips against her forehead. "Don't... oh d.a.m.n, don't cry. I'm sorry. I won't hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of me. And I didn't mean to call you a b.i.t.c.h."

She jerked away from him. "Oh yes you did!"

He sighed. "Okay. So I did mean it." He cupped his palms over her cheeks. "But now I'm sorry."

She slapped his hands away from her face. "And that's supposed to make calling me a b.i.t.c.h okay?"

He bit back the urge to call her b.i.t.c.h yet again. "What the h.e.l.l do you want from me, woman? You've been pushing my d.a.m.ned b.u.t.tons from the moment you set eyes on me. What is your G.o.dd.a.m.ned problem?"

"Oh, you sure know how to apologize, don't you, Andrei?"

"What the h.e.l.l do I have to apologize for? Reality check, woman-you're the one who came within a breath of trying to force yourself on me. Do I get a d.a.m.ned apology from you?"

"Yes-when h.e.l.l freezes over!" And she slapped him so hard his cheek stung.

He sat staring at her, his lips parted. He'd never been slapped.

She leaned closed and glared at him. "And if you ever even think about calling me a b.i.t.c.h again, I'll slap you so hard your head will spin around on your d.a.m.n conceited shoulders!"

"What?"

She raised her hand again. He caught it before it could hit his face. She jerked at her wrist. "Let me go!"

He did and was promptly slapped again. "You crazy a.s.s b-"

"Don't you dare," she warned.

"Are you totally insane? Do you know what I could do to you?"

"I'm not afraid of you, so don't bother threatening me again."

He lifted a clenched fist. "I could-"

"But you won't. Will you?"

"I'd like to."

"And I'd like to be a beautiful, slender blonde who you wouldn't dream of calling a b.i.t.c.h, but I'm not, am I?" Under the angry words, he sensed pain in her voice. d.a.m.n, he was a clumsy b.a.s.t.a.r.d. "What the h.e.l.l makes you think being just who you are isn't enough?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was being called a b.i.t.c.h!"

He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The SUV shot forward and he tightened his hands around the steering wheel.

"Take me home, Andrei."

"f.u.c.k you, Dacoda."

"You pa.s.sed on your one and only chance to do that. Now take me home."

"I'll take you where the h.e.l.l I like and that's not home. And I'll tell you something else, if I want to f.u.c.k you, I will. Now shut the f.u.c.k up before you push me into doing something we'll both regret."

"f.u.c.k you, Andrei."

"Wouldn't you like to do just that, you little wanton alley cat?"

"Yes, I would!"

Her response shocked him into silence then he laughed. She giggled, and soon they were both laughing like maniacs.

When their shared laughter faded away, he cast a quick glance her way and found her watching him. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I really am."

She nodded. "Me too."

He reached for her hand. She placed it in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze. "You don' t ever need to be afraid of me."

"I know."

"How?"

She shrugged. "I don't know how I know. I just do." He briefly brushed his lips against her fingertips before releasing her hand. "That's more like it, Andrei." He smiled. "Don't get too c.o.c.ky with me, little alley cat." "You sure you want to start talking about c.o.c.ks around me?" she purred. He laughed. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he weren't very careful, Dacoda would soon be winding him around her fingers almost as effectively as Tat did. Two hours later when they'd settled into a comfortable silence, he remembered something she'd said earlier. "How many c.o.c.ks and b.a.l.l.s have you fingered?" "Wouldn 't you like to know?" "Yes," he said slowly. "I would." "Then I'll tell you." "Well?" he prodded after several moments of silence. "Well what?" "Tell me." "I will...one of these days...maybe." "In addition to being a little alley cat, you're also a tease." "Yes, well, I do pride myself on being well rounded," she deadpanned. "You see, Andrei, I can be an alley cat one moment, a tease the next, and finally, given the right circ.u.mstances and the right man, I can even enjoy being a b.i.t.c.h." He sucked in a quick breath. What the h.e.l.l had possessed him to single out her of all women to call a b.i.t.c.h? "I said I was sorry about that and I am. It won't happen again." "Oh, don't go making any rash promises you won't be able to keep, Andrei." He stiffened. "I always keep my word. I said I wouldn't use that word with you again and I won't. You have my promise." "And what if I don't want that promise?"

"What?" The road ahead was clear of traffic. He pulled the SUV over to the shoulder and turned to stare at her. "What the h.e.l.l are you talking about? You slapped me so hard I nearly saw stars and now you're telling me... what?"

She stroked a hand down his cheek. "I'm telling you whether or not I object to being called b.i.t.c.h depends on who's doing the calling and what tone of voice he uses. The right man in the right circ.u.mstances can make any word, no matter how harsh, sound like an endearment."

"You are enough to drive a vampire to drink-and I don't mean blood." "You can drink my blood anytime you like." "Don't try to sidetrack me, Dacoda. What are you saying? I've never met a woman yet who didn't object to being called a b.i.t.c.h." "So you make a habit of calling women b.i.t.c.hes?"

"No, I do not!" Which made his use of it with her all the more outrageous."So I should feel special then?"He narrowed his gaze. d.a.m.n, but she knew just how to push his b.u.t.tons.She pressed a thumb against his lips. "Before you forget yourself and call me a b.i.t.c.h again before you know under what circ.u.mstances I'd find your use of the word not only acceptable but downright exhilarating, let me give you an example. If you and I were locked in a naked, heated embrace and I was lying on my back, full of that big c.o.c.k of yours and you were about to shoot the contents of those extremely large b.a.l.l.s into my p.u.s.s.y, I don't think I'd object at all if, while clutching my a.s.s in your hands, you tore your lips away from my b.r.e.a.s.t.s-which you'd been sucking so long they ached- but... where was I?"

"I haven't got a d.a.m.n clue," he muttered. "Oh yes. You had your lovely c.o.c.k b.a.l.l.s-deep in my p.u.s.s.y and were rutting into me like there was no tomorrow when you suddenly shouted-as you were about to spill a river of c.u.m into me, of course, something like 'take every inch of this big, black pole up your pink c.u.n.t, baby'. Of course here you'd give the obligatory couple of rough thrusts that made my a.s.s jiggle like Jell-O... and then you'd continue in a very gruff, pa.s.sion-filled voice of course, 'and take every drop of my baby-making juice deep in your tight, hot, slick unprotected p.u.s.s.y, you sweet, lovely, adorable, irresistible b.i.t.c.h!'" He stared at her. "My G.o.d, woman, have you been watching p.o.r.nos?" She smiled at him. "Doesn't everyone?" "You mean you really do watch them?" Allowing her smile to turn into a grin, she slowly drew the tip of her tongue along her lips.

Watching, he felt his c.o.c.k stirring. He swallowed slowly, at a loss for words.

She leaned close and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. "So the next time you feel like you want to call me a b.i.t.c.h, Andrei-and despite what you say now, there will be a next time-you go right ahead, but your hard c.o.c.k had better be buried b.a.l.l.s-deep in my p.u.s.s.y at the time or I'll slap you so hard you'll forget everything...except how good my p.u.s.s.y is." She kissed his lips again and moved back into her seat.

He stared at her. "You're serious."