Her hands closed over his, and she brought them to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I like this pain."

"Can you take more?" He squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Her breath caught. Exquisitely tuned to his touch, her nipples tightened again. "Do I have to beg?"

He gently bit her ear. "My turn to ask. I want to transform to find release."

Her heart thudded. She'd seen plenty of vamps wearing their true faces, but they were never in control of their urges. Was he any different? "That didn't sound like a request."

He shrugged. "I haven't mastered begging."

Darcy's mouth went a little dry. The thought of doing this was unnerving, but she was already pliant, ready to bend to his will because she wanted more of his brand of pleasure. "Can I watch you change again?"

"You won't be frightened?"

"Maybe," she answered honestly. "I still want to see it."

He kissed the top of her shoulder and pulled free from her body. "Then turn and straddle me."

She turned and looked at him for the first time in hours. Even in his human form, he frightened her. Bathed in soft lamplight, he overwhelmed her with his size and golden beauty-and the things he made her want.

His arms opened in invitation.

Was she fooling herself that she'd be the one taking him this time, that she'd have some control? She climbed onto his lap, her legs spread wide across his hips. With both hands anch.o.r.ed on his shoulders, she looked to where their bodies strained to join. He held his c.o.c.k, and she centered her p.u.s.s.y over it. Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself. This time his intrusion was easier to take.

Darcy hissed as she sank partway down and then lifted. Her eyes drifted closed, and she concentrated on the feel of his large, rigid c.o.c.k as she rose and fell, taking him deeper each time. Her p.u.s.s.y, awash in her cream, lubricated each slow glide.

His hands lowered to her b.u.t.tocks, and he gripped her tightly, forcing her to move faster. Darcy smiled, recognizing his rising pa.s.sion by the deep growl from the back of his throat and the increased tempo of his breaths. She smoothed the hair from his face and leaned forward to kiss him. "It's okay," she told him. "I can handle it."

His jaw strained, and by his grimace, he seemed to fight some inward battle for control, but finally, the monster in him won. His eyes gleamed golden and reflected the lamplight like an animal's. His head fell back, his mouth gaping to reveal long canines.

Darcy bounced faster on his lap, already carried along by the excitement of his quickening. His body was changing. The shoulders she gripped were harder-the definition of each muscle more articulated. His hips pumped like steel pistons, driving his expanding c.o.c.k deeper with each opposing thrust of her hips.

Afraid she'd blow first and miss the show, she bit the inside of her lip to distract herself from the tight coil twisting inside her belly. Then his face changed, the bones beneath his cheeks and forehead pushing outward into a sinister mask. Alarmed and yet thrilled, Darcy noted only the smirk that curved the corner of his lips remained to tell her he was still inside the monster she now rode.

His nostrils flared and his hands pulled her closer until her chest flattened against his. His mouth hovered over her neck. "Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice a deep, raw slash that cut straight through her s.e.x-primed soul.

Darcy was glad he couldn't see her face. She needed him desperately. "Bite me."

His arms encircled her, and she gripped his hair hard. Their thrusts grew shorter, harder, and he groaned when his teeth entered her neck.

This time he didn't prepare her skin, but she was so hot for it, the pain only increased her escalating pa.s.sion. When he started to suction her skin, the blood rushed from her head and points below, and she stopped moving for a moment to savor the wild sensations.

Then she had to move or go insane. Her skin felt tight and hot. Her nipples tingled, and she rubbed them wildly on his chest. Her c.u.n.t was supple, the interior walls hot with friction between their opposing movements.

He was growling against her neck, and she was falling-the ground rushing at her so fast, she couldn't catch a breath.

She screamed.

Quentin held her shuddering body close and rubbed his face on her shoulder, ensuring his human mask was once more in place. He bore her back onto the bed and stretched over her body, still embedded deep inside her warmth. He licked her neck to close the punctures, and then lapped at her skin to wash away the trace of blood that smeared her flesh.

"Mmmm." She moaned and writhed beneath him. "Do you think we have time for one more?"

He glanced at the window and saw the light filtering around the edges of the curtains. "Insatiable hussy," he murmured and ground his hips against hers.

"You owe me." She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. "I still ache. You left me too long."

"You needed punishing, minx."

A frown drew her dark brows together. "I'm not yours to punish. How archaic is that?"

He circled his hips, giving her slow swirls that juiced up her channel nicely. "Primitive, love. A law of nature-man to mate. I won't have you sharing your sweet c.u.n.t with another."

"I haven't made you any promises. This thing between us is just s.e.x-and convenient. Further, you're not a man, and I'm certainly not your mate." She gasped when he jerked his hips.

You're wrong, sweetheart. In time, you'll recognize you're mine. All these hours later, jealousy still ate at him. The sight of Darcy's hands clutching Joe's shuddering climax had enraged him. Worse had been seeing her taut belly glistening with the other man's c.u.m and her eyes glittering with sensual excitement. You belong to me!

He gripped her thighs and pressed them up and wide, and circled again, rubbing the crisp hairs at his groin into her c.l.i.toris. The color of her cheeks grew brighter as her pa.s.sion escalated. He could feel her heart beat faster in her chest. She liked his mastery. "Has your curiosity with vampire f.u.c.king been satisfied?" he drawled.

Her eyes widened. "You heard?"

"Every wretched word you uttered to your besotted partner."

"He's not 'besotted.' We're just-"

"Friends? I don't buy it." Anger fueled him. He rose on his arms, which were still hooked beneath her thighs, and pumped his hips hard, lifting hers with each short, sharp stroke.

Darcy's breath quickened, and her hands clutched the bedding. "You shouldn't have eavesdropped. This situation is confusing for me."

"What? Wanting a vampire?" His hot glare pinned her to the mattress. "Or having two lovers to choose from?"

"Yes! Wanting you. Wanting him. It had been so long."

"A drought, now you have a deluge. You can't help but drink?" His thrusts came faster, sweat broke on his chest and belly.

"Why do I have to choose?"

"You don't." Quentin halted. "I told you before. You're my choice."

Darcy arched her back and squeezed her inner muscles around him. "Christ, don't stop now!"

Unable to resist her plea, Quentin surged forward, burying himself as deeply as he could.

Darcy groaned and squeezed him tighter, her teeth bared in a grimace as she strained.

Quentin slammed back inside, and his hips pumped, faster and faster, finding a rhythm that edged him closer to the precipice. He held back nothing, all his energy and strength focused on the clenching muscles of his a.s.s, driving him harder and deeper, propelling her up the bed.

Sweat from both their bodies aided his momentum. The only sounds that filled the room were her harsh grunts and the slap of his thighs and b.a.l.l.s against the backs of her thighs and a.s.s.

Darcy reached for the bars of her headboard to brace herself and held his gaze as her o.r.g.a.s.m rolled over her, tightening her muscles and leaving her gasping for air.

Quentin followed, his o.r.g.a.s.m rising from his toes, tightening his thighs and b.a.l.l.s, slamming through his c.o.c.k. With one last thrust into her rippling sheath, he roared as a stream of c.u.m shot into her womb.

When the haze receded, he was still staring down at her, and her v.a.g.i.n.a milked his c.o.c.k with one last, deep caress. He released her thighs to slide along his hips to the bed, but he lay, draped over her body, reluctant to break their connection.

"I want to get up," she said.

Quentin laid his hand on her breast. "I thought we might stay like this. Sleep for a while."

Darcy dropped her gaze. "I need to do some things."

He opened his mouth to cajole her, and then thought better of it. Why did it matter to him? If she didn't want to remain in his embrace, what of it? "Sure." He withdrew his c.o.c.k from her slowly, noting her slight wince. Poor thing was sore. He had ridden her hard. The thought pleased him immensely. She'd have a physical reminder of his prowess.

The purr of an engine pulling in front of the house drew both their attentions. "Your partner's returned from his sulk. I wonder if he found company."

Darcy pushed at his shoulders.

Quentin rolled onto his back. "I guess you'd better speak to him, to a.s.sure him I haven't bitten off your head."

She was already headed to the shower without a backward glance.

"But no exchange of bodily fluids! Do you understand me?" he called after her.

Darcy lifted her hand and shot him the bird.

He grinned. The woman was a hard case. A stubborn minx who was proving a delight to master. She hadn't worked it all out yet, but she'd come around. He didn't believe for a minute that she had actually conceded. But, he still hadn't unleashed his full a.r.s.enal of tricks. He yawned and was asleep in moments.

Darcy shut the door quietly behind her, leaving Quentin sleeping like the dead. Wondering what self-immolating demon possessed her, she padded to the guest room and rapped lightly on the door. "Joe?"

"Go away, Darcy." He sounded irritated.

She bit her lip. The smart thing to do would be to walk away and let them both have some distance and rest. But, she wasn't accustomed to letting problems lie. She wouldn't be able to sleep until things were right between them. Quentin had to be wrong. Joe wasn't in love with her. He'd been as carried away by the moment at the vampire's den as she'd been. That's all.

There was no good reason for this chasm to stretch between them. They'd been friends too long. She knocked again.

The door swung open.

Joe's wide, naked chest filled her view. Her mouth went dry, and she cleared her throat. "I thought we might talk."

He looked beyond her into the living room, his face set in a cold mask. "Boyfriend let you off the leash?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"That's supposed to make me feel better? You f.u.c.k him. What should I call him?"

"Look, just forget it." Irritation tightened her muscles, and she turned to retreat.

Joe's hand stopped her. He grabbed her shoulder, his fingers softening to caress her. "Sorry I barked. I don't have the right to reprimand you."

Darcy glanced back at him and dropped her gaze, afraid of what she'd read in his expression. Disappointment might break her heart. But looking down turned out to be a bad move. The crisp, dark hairs that arrowed beneath the waist of his sweatpants drew her gaze to his erection, which tented beneath the soft gray fabric. She cleared her throat.

"Yeah. I've been like this all night."

"Why?" She nearly strangled on the word, her mouth had gone so dry.

"You don't get it, do you?" He stalked her like a panther into the hallway until her back met the opposite wall. He braced both hands against the wall, surrounding her with muscle without touching her. "Every time I close my eyes, I see you with your hands wrapped around my c.o.c.k. Then I imagine what that sweet pink mouth of yours would feel like when it opens for me to come inside."

Darcy remembered his beautiful, creamy-cocoa c.o.c.k and fought the wave of heat that swept over her. "Why are you telling me this now, Joe?"

"Because you're slipping through my fingers. I gave you time to get over Manny. Time to see me. I thought I had plenty of it remaining." He tugged a lock of her hair. "I guess I'm just not the right species, am I?"

Darcy jerked. "Don't be an a.s.shole about this."

His hand curved around her breast and her nipple pebbled, drawing deliciously tight. Joe grunted. "Huh. Has he been neglecting these little wonders?" He bent in front of her and opened his mouth over the tip, wetting her T-shirt, sucking so hard Darcy's toes curled into the cream-colored carpet.

"Stop it, Joe."

"I just want a taste." His hands reached beneath her T-shirt, and he grew still. He glanced up at her. "No panties? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't."

"Liar." He gathered the edges of her shirt and lifted it to bare her p.u.s.s.y to his gaze. "Are you dripping with his c.u.m?"

He inserted a finger and Darcy's head hit the wall behind her. He brought it to his mouth. "Sweet. You must have bathed first. Good thinking." He knelt and opened her with his fingers, exposing her c.l.i.toris, then leaned forward.

Darcy nearly leapt out of her skin at the first flutter of his tongue. She braced her hands on his shoulders, sure she would slide into a puddle at any moment. Too much stimulation-too soon after being with Quentin. The sight of Joe's dark head moving between her legs swept away the last protest she could utter.

His tongue swirled on her c.l.i.t, and her knees grew weak. He subst.i.tuted the pad of his thumb and increased the pressure. Then his tongue dove into her c.u.n.t and lapped.

"You're so hot here, Da.r.s.e, swollen. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d." His tongue returned to torture her some more.

A gush of liquid antic.i.p.ation greeted his tongue, and he groaned. "Christ, you're sweet. Will you come for me?"

She sobbed when he finger-f.u.c.ked her-three long fingers, thrust as far as he could reach. Her hips ground down on his hand.

"Baby, this is for you." His mouth latched onto her c.l.i.t and he suctioned hard, at the same time rotating his fingers, twisting so his knuckles sc.r.a.ped her tender channel.

She was coming apart. The intensity of her pa.s.sion frightened her. How could she want this after a night spent in her vampire's arms? "Joe. You have to stop." She pulled his hair hard.

He halted, his chest heaving. He turned his face into her belly.

G.o.d help me. How can I deny him? I love him, too!

Joe stood, his shoulders slumped.

Darcy couldn't bear to see his dejection. She was lying to herself, and to him. She wanted him every bit as much as she had wanted Quentin. Both men called to her newly awakened sensuality. She wished she could squelch the feeling as quickly as it had arisen, but there it was. She desired them both with a longing that made her knees weak and her p.u.s.s.y weep. How could any emotion so powerful be wrong?

She reached for the waist of his sweatpants and tugged them down his hips.