Adopt a Vampire
: Chapter 9

After a bit more time of making out on the bed, Barrett coaxed me into the shower—something about white noise to drown out sounds for the many werewolves with keen hearing downstairs—and admittedly, it didn’t take much coaxing. Shower, bed, didn’t matter to me. I just wanted hands on him right now.

I’d get him on the bed later tonight when I knew the house was empty.

Clothes kind of went every which way, my focus more on getting him naked than hitting a hamper. It could be, in part, because I’d not had a lover in six years, but it wasn’t solely that. I suspect Barrett could always turn me on in a second flat. I kissed him over and over, hungry for him in a way I’d never been for anyone. Barrett barely had the spare attention to get the water heating up and us into the shower, his main focus on kissing me back.

Finally, though, we were surrounded by tile and water, his naked skin pressed against mine. I had to stand on tiptoes to kiss him—damn height difference—but it was such a joy to do so. I kissed him, then slanted my mouth sideways, trailing over a cheek, down the column of his throat. He smelled so divine, like the most delicious morsel I’d ever come across. I could smell his blood, too, richer and thicker than it had been before, the sound of his heartbeat like a drum under my fingertips.

Those large, warm hands trailed down to my ass even as he tipped his head farther to the side, giving me access to the column of his neck.

“You hungry, mi cielo?”

I grazed my teeth against his skin, just enough to not break through. Felt him shudder from head to toe, and his shiver had everything to do with pleasure and anticipation.

“I’m not,” I denied, my own voice sounding strangely hoarse in my ears, “but I am? You just smell so good.”

“Nibble, then.”

I didn’t want this to be about a feeding, though. I wanted sex. He just smelled really, really good, and my teeth ached with the need to pierce skin, and his blood called like a siren’s song, and…and…shit.

My teeth were in his skin before I knew what I was doing and the taste of him, god. Like ambrosia that coated the tongue, the most satisfying thing I’d ever eaten. Some part of my rational mind wondered why Barrett tasted so much better now than he had previously, but I was too busy enjoying it to really question it.

He was filling, too, much more than usual. I wanted to eat more, but my poor stomach protested the idea. I licked him clean and felt him vibrate in my arms, nearly shaking with need.

Oh, he was rock hard against my stomach. Seemed he’d enjoyed that very much too. I gathered his dick up in my palm, stroked him, watched behind hooded eyes as he threw his head back. He was so incredibly sexy like this, so easy to please and sensitive to every touch.

I trailed my mouth down, replaceing a nipple, laving at it with my tongue.

“Hngh!” Barrett jerked against me, thrusting up into my hand.

Look at him, so far gone he was on the edge of exploding altogether.

In a move almost too fast to track, he seized my thighs with both hands and whirled, moving us both until it was my back pinned against the tiles. He captured my mouth—tongue diving in and tangling with mine—and tasted his own blood no doubt. It didn’t turn him off; he groaned into the kiss, pushing my legs apart so he could thrust his dick up against mine.

If this man got any sexier, I might melt in a puddle of pure lust. I caught both of our dicks in my hands, caging them so he could thrust against me. I felt the drive, the heat, even as Barrett dominated me. My instincts craved the dominance, the feeling of his body caging mine, his hot skin against my own making me feel as if I were on fire. The coolness of the tile was in such sharp contrast against the heat pouring from his body, I felt nearly insane with it.

My mouth broke from his on a cry, head thrown back as I came harder than I ever had in my life. He jerked once, twice against me and came as well, shuddering, his groan muted against my shoulder.

My god. I knew sex with him would be good—just kissing turned my brain off—but I didn’t know it would be literally mind-blowing. Brain’s offline, may have left building, try again later.

The water cooled by the time he lifted his head. I wasn’t sure who held up who, our arms still snug around each other, not leaving enough room for even water to pass between us. Those beautiful eyes snagged mine, and he seemed to share the joy of good sex as well as the disbelief.

“Jesse, you okay?”

“My knees might be rubber,” I admitted. “No faith I can keep my balance if you let go.”

“I’m in slightly better shape. All right, let’s get out. I want to talk about this.”

About…what? The fact we have insane chemistry? Or that feeding from him during sex was a completely different experience?

Well, probably both.

With Barrett’s slow-moving, cautious pace, we shut the shower off and got out. My legs really didn’t want to support me, but I somehow managed to stay upright. He insisted on drying me off with a towel—which was cute, if unnecessary—before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. I still felt a little warm, so I didn’t even try to get under the covers. The very second Barrett deemed himself dry enough, he snuggled into the bed with me, propped up on one elbow.

“So, um.” We had to start this talk off somewhere, but I had a feeling I was about to make a hash of it. “That was a lot more than I’d bargained for.”

“Same.” His fingers gently swept hair back from my eyes, the touch a lover’s caress. “I don’t mind admitting it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Oh good, he felt the same way about it. “Me too.”

“I certainly don’t mind a repeat,” he assured me with a rich leer. “Although apparently I need to get lube in here.”

“Please and thank you.” The idea of him—over me, in me, fucking me while I bit him—flashed through my mind. The image alone almost got me hard again for him. Damn, must try that next.

“Before we start exploring the many, many fun positions awaiting us, I must ask about something else.”

For some reason, I felt a little embarrassed. “Me biting you, you mean.”

“Absolutely not upset about it,” he assured me gently. “Rather the contrary, but I’m also very confused right now. You’ve bitten me without any sex involved and it felt pleasant, so I would’ve offered again for the nice sensation. This time? It was incredibly intense and just as good as the sex.”

I blinked up at him. Uh, come again? This made no sense. “Why was it different?”

“I do not know. Now, I think someone mentioned there’s a lot of rumors about vampires and their orgies?”

“Uh…yeah. On the first feeding with you guys.”

“We dismissed it as tall tales then, but apparently, there’s truth to it. I reacted very strongly to you in the shower.”

“Something about pheromones in the sex making the difference?” I had no other theory to offer. Then again, I didn’t understand vampire chemistry to begin with. It didn’t make any scientific sense, for that matter. “But why?”

“Maybe? I had an unmistakable reaction, though, more in line with what I’ve heard through rumors.”

“Huh.” I literally wasn’t sure what to do about that. “I, uh, don’t want to have sex with anyone else though.”

“I’ll be very mad if you do.”

I figured that would be the case, possessive man that he was. “What I’m saying is, I’m not willing to test this on others to prove a theory.”

“I’m very much on the same page.” Barrett leaned in to kiss me softly. “What do you think about me reaching out to another clan for answers?”

“Uh. Not a vampire clan, I hope?”

“Not anyone local,” he assured me with a brief grin. “We know better after that shit show. No, someone else entirely. There’s a single clan I know of who’s on the East Coast and very mixed in nature. It’s an oddball out of all the territories, actually, as they have everything from dwarves to vampires to werewolves in it. It’s only referred to as a ‘clan’ since the leader is a vampire, despite the mix. But I’m friends with one of the werewolves, Dunham. If I ask, he’ll at least put me in contact with one of the vampires. Maybe we can wrangle them visiting for a week or so?”

If he trusted these guys enough to invite them into his territory, that said a lot to me. “I would love a week to just pick their brains.”

“Honestly, at this point, I feel we must at least ask. There’s so much about you we don’t know or understand. It’s a disservice if I don’t try.”

He really would move the world for me, if I needed it moved. My heart softened at the realization, and I found myself smiling up at him without any conscious decision to do so. “Then let’s ask.”

“You won’t feel unnerved being around another vampire?”

“I don’t think so. It’s not like they’ll have an agenda to push, right? I won’t be in any danger from them.”

“All right, if you’re sure, I’ll message him tomorrow.” His eyes traveled over me from head to toe, and I could see him lose the thread. “How, uh, tired are you?”

“Not that tired,” I assured him on a laugh. “But don’t you need lube for what you’re thinking? I’m sure someone somewhere in this pack has some.”

Barrett scrambled for the end of the bed. “Do not move. I mean that. I will be back here in three minutes, tops.”

Knowing how fast a werewolf could run when motivated… “It’ll take you three whole minutes?”

“One minute,” he amended, already with boxers on and a foot out the door. He stabbed a finger at me. “Do not move.”

Then whoosh, he was gone.

I cackled as I heard him run down the stairs. This man of mine sure did make me feel sexy.

Now, what was the most provocative pose I could put myself into? I wanted him to lose his mind the second he returned.

I was, admittedly, a little shit sometimes.