Page 11 of Grayson’s Challenge

“You think a vampire might trick you into a blood-bond? Why?”

She shrugged. “My family is rich and influential.”

He contemplated her words. He had the same concerns. After all, he was the heir to the Scanguards empire. It was the reason why he hadn’t given Mona his real name. Grayson wasn’t exactly a common name. And as a vampire hybrid, she would most likely have heard of his family and put two and two together. Or did she already know that he was Grayson Woodford, and all this was a ploy to ensnare him? A very pleasurable ploy. Was it truly a coincidence that they’d met at the Black Velvet? Many people knew that he frequented the place, and that it was only a couple of blocks from his loft. Had she planned this because she knew who he was and wanted to land a big fish?

“I get it. If you bite a vampire during sex, and he decided to do the same, you would be bonded.” He let out a breath. “So why bite me?”

“Because I’m in a city where nobody knows me, and because you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who’s interested in anything more than casual sex.”

“Now I’m wounded,” he said mock-outraged.

She rolled her eyes.

“And now that you’ve told me that your family is rich and influential, I guess you won’t bite me again for fear I’d do the same?”

He could see the wheels in her head spinning.

She hesitated. “We’ll see.”

She didn’t trust him, and he couldn’t blame her. They were in the same boat.

“You don’t have to sugarcoat it. If you don’t want to bite me again, because you don’t trust me, just say so. But just to be clear: you’re still not leaving my bed until sunrise. ‘Cause all that talk about biting is making me horny.”

In fact, his cock didn’t care if she was trying to ensnare him, and was already rock hard again.

Mona sat up, straddling him, and looked down to where his cock was standing perfectly erect. “I can see that. Maybe I should ride you.”

He licked his lower lip. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

He put his hands on her hips as she lifted herself on her knees and adjusted her position so the tip of his cock was poised at her pussy. When she bore down on him, all breath rushed from his lungs, and he moaned out loud at the intense feeling of her interior muscles squeezing him like a tight fist.

She rode him hard and fast, her firm breasts bouncing up and down, her long black hair flying, sounds of pleasure rolling over her lips. She looked like a goddess, a goddess of carnal pleasures, of sin, of abandon, of excess. He could get used to a woman like her, a woman who knew what she wanted, a strong woman, somebody who could capture his attention for more than just a night. He realized now that despite his wish to bond with a human woman one day, no human woman could ever be his equal. Maybe he wasn’t meant to have a human mate but a preternatural one.

Mona rode him like the devil was chasing her, impaling herself on his cock over and over again. She was an experienced lover, a woman who had no inhibitions, a woman with a perfect body. Her blood smelled sweet, and he was tempted to bite her. But he restrained himself. It was too risky. Sex with Mona would have to do. And the sex with her was amazing.

Her skin was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, and her entire body seemed to glow. He captured her breasts, and squeezed them, and she leaned over him to give him better access.

“Lick them, baby,” she demanded.

Grayson swiped his tongue over the hard nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Mona let out a moan.

“Yes!”

Greeting her enthusiastic praise, he licked and sucked one breast, then switched to the other, while continuing to squeeze both of them. He loved their firm texture, their soft skin, their perfect size. As a vampire she would never have to worry about her boobs sagging when she got older. They would always be this perfect. She would always be this perfect.

As he licked and sucked her breasts, he suddenly realized that his fangs had extended, and he was brushing them over her breasts. Mona shuddered visibly, and he did it again and caressed her nipple with his fang.

“Oh God! I’m coming!”

Her pussy spasmed as she climaxed. Her orgasm ignited his own, and he let himself go and spilled his seed into her, his lips still around one nipple, his fangs still extended. When they stopped moving, Grayson released her nipple, and Mona collapsed onto him. He put his arms around her, and held her close to him, loving her weight on his chest, their bodies still connected, his cock still impaling her. Still hard.

He brushed his hand over her hair. “You’re so hot, babe. I love the way you let yourself go so completely. I love watching you take what you want.”

She shifted in his arms, and his cock slid halfway out of her channel. Not wanting to lose the connection, he adjusted her hips and sank back into her all the way to the hilt.

“Oh,” she murmured. “You’re still hard.”

“Aren’t you glad you picked me and not that human in the bar?”