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I turn back to the dance floor, unable to resist watching Catina. She barely moves at first, observing the others to pick up the steps. As soon as she’s comfortable with the dance, she closes her eyes and begins to sway in perfect time with the others. It’s impossible to drag my gaze from the gentle sway of her hips, tight and firm and molded in those sexy little jeans.
But the sexy little vixen knows I’m watching her, she can feel the heat of my stare, and I know it the minute those dark chocolate eyes open and connect with mine…
She watches me observe her, letting her hips move in time to the sexy and sultry beat as her mind floats with images of our first and only kiss. A kiss that was not mine to take but that lingers on my lips as though her touch were still there, taunting me with the need to do more than that.
I turn away from the exquisite creature who doesn’t seem to have a clue just how beautiful and desirable she is. Romano, Campania, Sardinia and Descallia seem to be just as fascinated watching their mates as I am watching Catina. Devout players only months ago, now committed to the ladies who hold their attention on the dance floor. And not one of them looks unhappy about it at all.
I reach to the center of the table and pour another glass of Descallia Red, breathing in deep, already knowing a drink is not going to put out these fires at all. Especially after that kiss, imaginary or not. She moves those hips on the dance floor, doing nothing to dissuade me from making her my own. I watch the dark-haired beauty who fate has brought my way. I intend her to be mine, age difference and rules be damned—I want her for my own.
Chapter 10
Catina
The sexy master vampire continues to watch me, his eyes heating every inch of my body as I move in time with the popular song. If my parents or brothers could see me now, they would shun me, disown me, outright and completely. My father and brother would be laughing stocks among the travelers, and any of the men whom my father may have spoken to about an arranged marriage would have every right to call it off. That should concern me far more than it does. It really should.
But right now, in the heat of the moment, with those eyes watching me move to this sexy sound, mingling with my newfound friends after a sip or two of wine, I don’t have a care in the world. Except feeling those arms wrapped around me as he transported me to the club, hearing the beat of his dark-souled heart. The same way I did as he kept me protected from the dangers of the night.
I want it all, everything that single kiss promised and so much more that. A good girl should’ve and would’ve pushed him away, not allowed almost a perfect stranger to kiss me on the lips. Or kissed him back with a passion that I never knew existed. But I didn’t, and that kiss was like crack to an addict. Now I want more of what my body craves and more. Even the long, hard shaft that rubbed against my jeans and heated my core. I may still be a little afraid of the unknown, but there is no doubt that I want to be absolutely consumed by the powerful vampire master.
For him to teach me what it is to feel that passionate again and again and again. I want him to take my virginity. Tomorrows aren’t promised to anyone, and the omen of the rogues and shifters tearing me to pieces still hangs in the back of my brain. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, no one does, and I’m not planning to waste one second more worrying about what other people think. I’m going to follow my heart, mind, and body, and let fate lead the way.
All the way to the sexy and powerful Master Botosoni…
Lucianna taps me on the shoulder, breaking through my fantasy as the music begins to fade. “Silver and the guys just texted. I’m going to work with them and see if I can find anything that will help us. Stay here with Willow, Raven, and Madria. The masters have their eyes on everyone. Hopefully it won’t take long, and we’ll learn something valuable,” she says before heading toward the door as the band kicks off another set with a popular sound that is well received by the crowd.
I have far more important things on my mind than dancing, though. I may have not ever been in this club before, or one like it, but I know exactly what goes on in the lower level of the Descallia. Everyone in the city does, and people talk when they come into the coffee shop and don’t realize that I can hear every word they say. Even the shy and quiet girls of the travelers who shouldn’t know anything about a place like this, do, gossiping through whispered lips as we pass the time of day before and after work when I’m traveling with them.
Master Botosoni’s eyes haven’t left me for a minute. I feel the heat of his gaze on every part of my untouched body, building the desire to have him consume me with his flame. My eyes meet his and lock as he rises from the table and walks my way, striding with intent, causing my heart to pump and blood to race with anticipation and unleashed desire.
Botosoni doesn’t mince words or waste time when he reaches me, his eyes reddened around the periphery. I know he’s been able to read every little dirty thought in my mind. “Come with me.” He places a hand at my lower back, and instead of taking me downstairs, he guides me out the front door and around the corner of the cobblestone street. “Close your eyes and hang onto me,” he says, wrapping his arms protectively around me as he transports us through the night.
When my feet are touching solid ground, I open my eyes and take in the bedroom that I slept in before. His bedroom. The one that smells like him, like the scent of fresh soap, permeating everything in the room, even the pillow on the oversized four poster bed that I curled up with when no one was around, pretending that it was him.
He tilts my chin with a tip of his finger. “Your first time won’t be in the lower level of a sex club used by others. It will be in a bed fit for a queen, my bed.” His hand snakes around my nape and draws me closer, and the beat of my heart quickens under his touch. He takes his time, stroking my cheek, pushing a wayward hair from my face before lowering his mouth to mine.
This time when he kisses me, there is no turning back, because the fires that roar between us will not allow the flame to die. His kiss takes my breath away, the previous one stoking the desire, this one igniting it into a blazing inferno of lust; the desire to learn and mate with the powerful master almost overwhelming in its power. When he finishes our kiss, I know that I will never be the same. Whatever is to come, he has preserved this raging desire between my thighs with the seal of his lips and that breathtaking kiss.
He undresses me slowly, as if there is all the time in the world, although I know there is not. Any minute he could be called away to fight with the rogues. Botosoni groans in appreciation as he bares my breasts from the luxurious lingerie that he bought, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Stroking first one and then the other, insulating me from any worry as his lips trail over the newly exposed skin from the tips of my breasts, down the length of my navel, and to the sensitive mound below. The warmth of his tongue teases me, circling the sensitive area while my fingers tighten in his hair, wandering, stroking the firm cords of muscle in his neck that flex with unrestrained power under my touch.
The center between my thighs aches, throbbing with the knowledge that soon he will touch me there. Where no man has ever laid a finger, much less a tongue. The masterful vampire watches me from below, and slides a finger through my wetness. He brings it to his lips, sucking my desire from his digit. He moans his appreciation, following his finger with a long swipe of his tongue, tasting me from my center all the way to the little button that makes me delirious with need.
And then he does it again and again, raising my leg indecently over his shoulder, using his tongue to stroke the tender flesh that makes me so crazy that I want to scream. “Botosoni.”
He doesn’t stop, licking and sucking, commanding the most personal parts of my body with the wetness of his tongue until flames of lust and desire threaten to consume me. I can barely breathe, the throbbing ache growing deep inside of me, that little button almost burning with the need to explode. When I’m unable to stand it for a moment longer, he seizes that little button between his lips, unleashing the pent-up need, the fire that explodes into a full raging inferno until he’s captured every ounce of my pleasure between his lips.
Only then does he lift me and take me to his bed, positioning me where he wants me. My knees rest on the edge of the bed, and he kisses the pads of my feet before placing them atop the railing of the footboard, and then he begins to undress. I bring my knees together in an attempt at modesty, but he shakes his head. “Leave them open, love. I want to see your cream.”
I swallow through my embarrassment, mesmerized as he pulls the long, dark sweater over his head, baring a muscled chest with intricate tattooed markings that end at the very top of his navel. His abs ripple as he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the top of his jeans and unzips, letting them fall to the floor along with his undergarments. He uses his powerful thighs to step out of his jeans, but all I can focus on is the extremely long, wide cock that juts out in front of him, pointed at me.
My mind races with the anxiety of how the raging cock bobbing in front of me will ever fit in a space too tight for a tampon. My desire trumps my fear as the vampire master steps between my legs, pulling me closer to him. His eyes flash red as he runs his length from tip to center, causing me to shiver as it strokes over that sensitive nub with every wet stroke. “It will fit, but the first time will be painful. Close your eyes, and do as I ask, when I ask you to do it. Trust me, Catina.”
Botosoni strokes me again, our bodies wettened by our combined juices. He watches me intently as he continues caressing me, until my hips rise, wanting him closer. The same desire as before, growing in intensity as he rubs me just right with that powerful rod. His hand moves under my right knee, bringing it up and opening me completely to the powerful vampire who plans to sink that right into me. “Raise your other leg.”
I do as he asks, no longer shy, but full of anticipation, a healthy dose of apprehension, and a flaming need. He leans forward and with one powerful thrust, he breaks through the virgin barrier that no longer keeps him out.
I squint my eyes to keep the tears at bay, but they roll down my cheeks with embarrassing swiftness. “It burns.”
He moves gently. “I know, love. Stay still for a minute. Let your body stretch and acclimate to the size.” Botosoni’s eyes keep mine captive as he rubs that little bundle of nerves with a thumb, keeping my concentration on him and that spine-numbing pleasure. He stands before me, lowering my legs, so that my feet rest on the top of the mattress before he slides out and rocks slowly back into me after I’ve had time to stretch.
