Inner Vamp
1779 Words
Ren’s POV
I know you want me to fill you in on what the hell happened to me last night, but I need you to be patient. You’ll find out soon enough.
I’m a little caught up in this moment, frankly.
I want him. I want him as much as I did the morning he kissed me, and a thousand times more. I want him so deeply and desperately, it hurts every inch of my body.
But I want Archer, too.
Okay, there—you already got the gist of it.
Anyway, as soon as we set foot onto the balcony, he’s kissing me.
Trying to, anyway.
I turn my head away from him before his lips make contact with mine; instead, they land somewhere around my scarred cheekbone. I scan our surroundings carefully. There aren’t many people out here, but there are enough that we need to be careful.
“Who cares about them?” he murmurs in an alluringly sexy voice when he sees my flickering gaze. “They all want us to be together, anyway.”
A fair point, but not the one that matters to me. I ignore him, making my way to the exterior bar, where I order a vodka martini—“Dirty,” I clarify.
Nick groans.
I smirk as he orders his own drink—a Manhattan, neat. Both stronger choices than the sugary Mai Tais of my first night here.
My first night here… How is it possible that so much has changed?
“You said you’d tell me,” he reminds me, fingers clawing restlessly at the thin fabric of my dress around my waist, coaxing me closer to him. “Tell me.”
I have to say, however badly I wanted him when I turned eighteen, his clear and desperate for desire for me is only making it worse. I’m not sure how much longer I can feign disinterest—if that’s even what I’m doing.
“Do you have an inner vamp?” I ask him suddenly.
He blinks, instantly transforming from his usual, sexy scowl to a cutely confused expression. “What?”
“An inner vamp,” I repeat. “You know—like an inner wolf, for your species.”
He considers this. “No… at least, I never thought so.” His eyes seem to refocus on me, and his hands find my waist again, pulling me closer to him. I allow it. “Not until very recently.”
Bingo. “So you do, then,” I say. “You have something inside you, telling you what you want. Who you want.”
A deep, s****l sound comes from somewhere in his throat, and he pulls me closer to him still. He still has a boner, I notice with a shudder that I try to hide. Or at least, he has one again. He seems to have had one since the moment he saw me. “Only for you.”
I feel the heat rise to my own face and do my best to suppress it.
“Well?” he asks impatiently as the bartender hands me my drink and gets to work on his. “Is that what happened to you? Your inner vamp woke up, instead of your inner wolf?”
“No… not exactly.” I reach for my drink, take a sip, realize it’s exactly what I need right now, and then take another. “It’s more like… they both woke up. Together.”
That look in his eyes is back—the one of utter fascination, like I’m the most interesting person he’s ever met. It’s alluring, to say the least.
“So,” he says, “a part of you wants him… and a part of you wants me?”
That pretty much sums it up.
I take another sip of my drink, and then another. “Yes,” I finally say. “But, to be clear, the conscious part of me wants neither of you. And that’s the part I should listen to.”
“Probably.” His hand, which apparently never left my waist, slides lower—not quite low enough to grope me, but certainly low enough to turn my cheeks about seven shades redder. “Or you could listen to the vamp.”
I haven’t forgotten what he did to Sabrina, and I never will. But that inner vamp of mine did raise a good point—that it’s not the same as what Ramsay did to my mother.
It’s not forgivable, but it’s not the same.
Well, I’m not looking to marry the guy, am I? I’m just looking to…
Well, to feel as good as I feel right now—and more.
“Come on,” he murmurs in a voice so deep and husky, it makes me want to leap on him then and there.
And he takes me by the hand and drags me into the shadows.
- - - - -
As it turns out, the shadows aren’t just shadows, but rather, a door to a small, secluded study.
A private study.
The moment the door shuts behind us, his hands are back on my waist, propelling my torso against his still very hard, still very eager bulge.
“I can’t wait another second,” he murmurs to me as his hands slide up toward my face. And, before I can think of an answer, he’s pulling my face to his and kissing the daylights out of me again.
Fuck, I forgot how good this feels.
His lips are strong—firm and big, and they know exactly what they want. His tongue is, too—strong and dominating, just like the rest of him. This time, though, I’m not the pure, innocent, seventeen-year-old virgin, and he’s not tiptoeing around me.
We’ve both ignited.
Emboldened by our privacy, his hands don’t tease any more, but slide down to grab my ass so hard, I let out a shriek—half in pleasure, half in surprise—that seems to send him spiraling into a whole new plane of pleasure. He groans, keeping one hand there and using it to push my pelvis against his hardened, still-clothed shaft as his other hand makes its way up toward my breast, not stopping, not hesitating, but squeezing, so hard and sharp that I let out another shriek, this one closer to a whimper.
“f**k, Ren,” he moans as his fingers sink into the flesh of my breast. “You’re so warm… so soft.” His lips leave mine then, trailing to my neck, licking it, biting it, even… sniffing it.
“Wolves are supposed to stink,” he mutters as he uses his lower hand to hike up my skirt, this time settling on the bare skin of my ass and pushing me even deeper against him. “Why the hell do you smell so f*****g good?”
He’s one to talk. His smell is as intoxicating as his touch right now, and all of it’s causing me to be a total goner. “I… don’t…”
But I don’t get a chance to respond before his lower hand had moved again, this time to the top of my thong—and pulling.
Another sound of shocked pleasure escapes my lips as the fabric tortures my swollen, wet, aching, throbbing bud. I didn’t even realize how desperate I was down there until he did that, and now…
I shudder from head to toe, panting at this point. “Touch me,” I beg him. “Please.”
He pulls at my panties again, this time so hard and fast, they rip apart. I shriek again, but he doesn’t stop there. His fingertips find my most tender spot immediately, pressing unflinchingly against it and starting to rub.
“Do you like that, baby?” he murmurs into my ear as he rubs, amping up his speed. “Do you want me to touch you deeper?”
“Yes,” I whimper as both of my legs wrap around him, clinging to him, pressing against him with an animalistic urgency. When did he start calling me baby? Why does it make me feel so good? “Please!”
He slips his index finger down inside me as the rest of his hand continues to work on my bud and his other hand kneads the flesh of my breast. He’s working me like a puppet, and I’m melting at his touch. I’ve never felt less in control of my own body, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s tender where he touches me, but it feels good—really good.
“Do you want to come, baby?” he whispers as his fingers continue to torture me. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes. Please. Please!”
He freezes then, one hand still squeezing my breast hard, the other still partly inside of me, partly pressed against me—even in his stillness, causing unfathomable pleasure.
“If I do this for you,” he growls at me, “you do something for me.”
I think he could get me to jump off a cliff right now if he wanted.
“What?” I demand.
“Promise me you will get this kind of pleasure from me, and only from me. Not from that filthy, little wolf.”
My fingertips dig into his back, begging him for the release I’m so close to. “I promise.”
Both of his hands clench tighter—enough to make me writhe, but not quite enough to make me come. “Promise me you won’t listen to that inner wolf of yours, Ren. Only the vamp.”
My own fingers dig deeper into his skin. I would say anything he wanted me to say at this point. “I promise!”
“Good,” he growls at me as his fingers go into overdrive. “Then you can come.”
And, sweet, holy Sun’s Hell, I do.
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