Page 20 of Vampire Visions

We broke our kiss long enough to pull off our shirts, and then we were right back at it. I dragged my lips over her cheek and worked my way lower. Behind her ear, across her shoulders and chest. There, I stopped for a brief moment. Between her breasts was a dainty, white V of sorts. “You got a tattoo?”

She propped up on her elbows to look down. “No. That’s the mark I got when you opened our bond back up.” She gave me a confused look.

I twisted and turned to look at my exposed skin, wondering if I had a mark as well. I had no real tattoos in this realm. My skin was clear and scar free after all the disgusting healing potions Franklin had been forcing me to drink. My true skin, in my homeland, had probably acquired some new markings. Druids gained them when they grew in power. But I hadn’t been home in years, so I had no idea what to expect except some pain when I crossed over and they all appeared at once. They were like deep cuts with raised scarring, much more detailed than I could describe.

A warm hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at her. “York! We can look later. We’re kinda in the middle of something here,” Sloane reprimanded me as she gestured between us.

“Right. Later,” I agreed with a grin.

I pushed her back onto the grass and started to unbutton my pants. She’d grown a bit impatient while I was searching my body. With a snap of her fingers, our clothes disappeared, leaving me straddling her hips. My dick bobbed against her stomach while I enjoyed my view for a breath.

I slid down her lithe body, hooking my arms under her thighs, holding her down so I could do exactly what she said. Worship her. I swiped my tongue from the entrance of her core to her clit in one broad stroke. She fought to remain still as I started to build her up slowly. When she bucked against me, I blew on her soaked pussy. She shivered and clawed at the grass.

I continued my torment without speeding through. The next time she flexed under my hands, I removed my right arm, dragging my nails across the back of her thigh as I went. I pushed my index finger inside her and sucked her knot of nerves between my lips. When she began to shake, her moans getting louder, I picked up my pace to strengthen her release. I didn’t stop until she pushed my face away.

Leaning back on my knees, I gave her a cocky smirk. “Fuck,” she groaned. “A mouth like that should be a sin.”

I climbed over her until I could look straight down in her mesmerizing eyes. “And my dick?” I asked with a raised brow as I palmed myself.

“Don’t remember.” She grinned as she shrugged her shoulders. “Guess you’ll have to remind me.”

I melted into her, sinking in a half inch at a time just to drive her crazy with need. Her hands found my back, nails digging into my flesh, driving me deeper. Her moans were food for my soul. They made me feel like I was on top of the world as I worshipped my mate. Her body was an altar fit for a king. Her sounds were more perfect than any choir of angels. Her eyes alone were more seductive than a legion of succubi. I would never get enough of her.

When I was fully seated, I eased back out just to thrust home hard. Over and over. Slowly out, forcefully in, I watched the ecstasy ripple over her face with every push. “Gods, York. Harder.” She gasped when I obeyed. She didn’t need to tell me twice. Continuously, she dragged her nails across the plains of my back. The scratches burned, but they let me know that I was doing something right.

I leaned back and lifted her ass up further to change the angle. “What else do you want?” I asked, running my fingers over her clit to feel her clench around me. “Tell me,” I demanded, dropping my voice to a seductive murmur.

“Flip me over,” she groaned.

I stopped, and she popped one eye open. I raised a brow at her. “Is that all?”

“Fuck,” she breathed when I pulled out. She started to move, but I didn’t give her a chance. I snatched her up and flipped her onto her hands and knees. “Put your thumb in my ass,” she commanded as she rolled her head to the side.

“That’s what I thought,” I acknowledged, curiosity making me wonder. I dipped my thumb into her soaked pussy, lube being rather limited on the roof. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my dick, but before I began to move again, I teased her pucker. Pushing my digit in, I reveled in the resistance. “No one’s been here but me?” I questioned her as my mouth twisted into a smirk.

“Mmm,” she agreed, “no one but you.”

“Guess we’ll have to change that soon.” I didn’t let her respond, already forming a plan to break the sexual tension between her and Stone. Tugging my thumb out slightly, I thrust into her. Pushing and pulling, I picked up my pace and wrapped my free arm around her thighs to keep her from surging forward with my force.

It wasn’t long before I felt her tighten around me, and she shouted incoherent words. I found my own release right after her. With a loud groan, I let go of her and pulled out. She stayed where she was, panting and shaking as I flopped onto my back beside her, turning my head so I could see her face. She tilted her head and smiled at me before she collapsed onto her stomach.

“I forgot how-”

“Yeah,” I cut in. “Me too, Sweetheart.” I shook my head to clear it and smiled over at her lazy expression. “Shower?” I asked.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, I met Sloane in the game room. She was wearing a loose t-shirt dress with black socks pulled up to hit just under her knees. Her socks had green and yellow aliens on them, and the color of her dress was a mossy green. It reminded me of the gigantic trees in my homeland. The dress, not the socks. They were cousins to the redwoods of Earth but made them look like saplings in comparison. In the Druid’s spring, they were covered with deep purple blooms. Each one was the size of my fist and so thick you couldn’t see the leaves underneath unless you looked from the interior of the trees.

While Novak and Palmer were finishing up their game of pool, I leaned against the wall to watch Sloane interact with them. A small touch here, a sweet smile there. She would weave her way in so quickly that the mage would swear it had to be a love spell.

I’d never seen the vampire so enthralled before. Oh, he loved a pretty face, but this was more. Novak was sunk. He’d fallen so deep into that web she spun that there was no hope for him. It was kind of comical. He’d never been in love before, and I knew they’d only known each other a few days, but that didn’t seem to matter. He was a goner. The chemistry between them was hard to miss. Neither of them would say it yet, probably worried it was too soon to love someone, or thinking it was just lust.

The love was there, though. When it was Novak’s turn, he took his shot without much thought, and his eyes snapped right back to Sloane. He was so intent on her that he didn’t hear Palmer talking to him. The mage rolled his eyes and poked Novak in the chest with the tip of his pool cue.

“What?” Novak asked, looking down at the blue circle on his black t-shirt. “Why did you do that?”

“I’ve been talkin’ to ya, and ye haven’t heard a word of it.” Palmer threw his arm out toward the pool table. “I won. We’re gonna play a doubles game. Me an’ York against you an’ Sloane.”