Pick Your Poison Page 7

  “Ah, and now a chink in the armor.” Deep voice husky, Divit wrapped his arms around my torso, punishingly so, cinching my arms to my sides as he bent his tall frame over me, bringing us chest to chest.

  A frisson of fear slithered through me and I gulped. “God, you know I was just kidding with you. Heh. Heh. Silly, silly, ha, ha. No different than the crap you pull on everyone else when you’re bored.”

  Muscles rippled in his arms as he lifted me and his hands banded around me tight, his arms tighter, to the point it was constricting.

  “It was a joke.” I choked the words out, voice barely above a croak, wriggling like a worm on a hook.

  Good and stuck, I gasped in relief when he finally eased up. A mistake I’ll not be making again, I thought. Ever again. Stamp collecting, here I come.

  Slumping against his chest as his arms loosened, I slid down his tall but lean frame, my legs gone to jelly as the tips of my sneakers touched the floor.

  Divit’s head dipped and he nuzzled the crook of my neck. Inhaling deeply, his lips parted, blunt teeth nipping.

  Shocked, I yelped and jumped, my fingers digging into his forearms as I went to jerk back. “Oh, whoa! We agreed on a kiss! Not a nibble! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!!”

  Face still buried in my nape, Divit’s nostril’s flared and he scoffed, the sound muffled against my skin. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, sweetheart. Even beneath the stench of that stink ridden pizza parlor, all that sweat, and that shit you have caked on your face, I can tell. I can smell it.” To prove his point, he did it again, worrying the flesh at my nape with his teeth. “Hmmm. Passionate little thing, aren’t you, and what did she say? Find a way? Make it count? Ah, but, sweetheart, why didn’t I think of this hours ago?”

  “Screw you,” I bit out, but I didn’t push him away. If he kisses my lips half as good as he makes out with my neck, I was willing to let him have a little blunt-teethed nibble. It was a sacrifice, just this one time, of course, I was willing to make. Maybe twice, you know, just to be sure. Any more than that and I’m an idiot.

  Can’t blame a girl for enjoying her silver lining when her ex-childhood friend potion-poisons her into a rousing game of never ending Russian roulette with a temporarily cursed vampire—oh, and that curse, or shield magick crap or whatever, is the only thing keeping him from sucking you dry because it just so happens you’re also naturally annoying. Yep, that.

  “No, thanks. I don’t usually play with my food.” Divit smiled against my skin.

  “Fuck yooooo- Ooooooo...” Words trailing off on a groan, I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he did this thing with his lips and teeth that made my brain scramble and my heart pound. Wriggling in his hold, I gasped as he did it a few more times.

  Catching my breath and a small ounce of sanity, I told the sneaky bastard exactly what I thought of him, but then his tongue came into play and I was a mess again.

  Rumbling against my skin, he chuckled as I squirmed—a deep, husky sound—as if he delighted in torturing me.

  “I might have to lift my ban on weak blood,” he mused, sliding a hand to my waist to tug me closer. “Your scent—it draws me.”

  “It... what?” Trepidation came roaring back. I mean, I understand what he’s saying, but what does that even mean?!

  His free hand fisted the short strands of my pixie cut to tug my head to the side. “Draws me,” he repeated, sucking large, open-mouthed hickies across the sensitive area. “We’re being honest now, aren’t we?” His grip tightened. “I like the way you taste.”

  That drew me up short and I tensed. Hope he liked the smell of someone shatting their pants, because if he kept that crap up that’s exactly what we’d be dealing with.

  “You can’t bite me without my permission.” My lips trembled as the words tumbled out. “It’s like a code or something.” Bravado had long ago left the building, and I was left numb with fear.

  Divit pulled back just enough to nip my jawline. “Relax, sweetheart, and go with it. Haven’t you figured it out by now? It’s just Callie’s potion.”

  “You mean- You mean you don’t want to eat me?” My voice came out high and squeaky—frightened, maybe, if I was willing to admit it—on par with a cartoon mouse.

  “Eat you?” A wicked smile tugged those thick, full lips, promising all sorts of naughty things. “Not in the way you may feel inclined to interpret, but, yes. Thanks to that shit dear Callendra cooked up and had us swallow, I’m feeling particularly hospitable towards you, the attraction growing stronger between us at such close proximity. I’m not feeling all that bothered by it at the moment, all things considered.”

  “All things considered?” And there was the rub. We both knew what he meant. I’m human, I’m normal—weak blooded. To a vampire with refined tastes? Useless.

  “Yes.” He didn’t even try to deny it.

  Fine. Screw him. I can be heartless, too. “Alright, come on, then. I want to be done with all of this and back on my way as much, if not more, than you.”

  Cupping Divit’s jaw, bringing us face to face, I stared deeply into his eyes—glaring, it was more like—ignoring the strange, unreadable look he was giving me as he stiffened slightly.

  “Pucker up, baby,” I muttered, standing on my tip-toes when he wouldn’t let me tug him further, “‘cause we gotta make this one count.”

  Closing the distance, I pressed my lips to his. Soft at first, just a gentle peck, it was more of a press of the lips than anything. Tilting my head to the side, Divit’s lips parted and he let out a short puff of air, making a small, shocked sound against my mouth.

  Melding them together for another try, my full but small lips met his thick, wide ones determinedly. I must’ve pressed too hard, nicking my top lip on my own teeth as the funnily tempered male just stood there like a numpty.

  Hot, cold, hot, cold—he was worse than the weather.

  Grunting, I pulled back, grimacing. “Damn. I think I got myself.”

  As I was about to grab a tissue, Divit gripped my wrist. My head whipped up sharply, eyes widening as I got a good look at him.

  Pupil’s dilated, veins bulging in his neck, Divit swallowed hard, pressing my hand to his chest. There was no heartbeat to be felt and his skin was much cooler to the touch than mine.

  “Allow me.” Licking his lips, he swooped down, his tongue stroking across the broken skin with a quick swipe.

  What should have been an odd, awkward moment escalated quickly.

  Divit let off a growl that left me gaping at him, pulling back and backing up with a gurgled noise from my throat.

  Turning with an, “Eep,” I went scrambling for the door.

  “Wait!” Wrenching my shoulder in an iron grip, I was unceremoniously spun around. His lips were on me then, pressing to mine punishingly. Teeth clashed as our lips mashed.

  “Divit... Divit,” I managed between his urgent, almost pleading kisses.

  “Make it count, sweetheart,” he muttered, sucking my lip into his mouth before letting it go.

  It stung as he sucked and sipped, eating at my mouth, the tang of blood once more tipping my tongue.

  “Here.” Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of my ass, his fingers gliding smoothly over the exposed flesh, hitching my thigh over his hip to grind himself against me. “Better? It’s been a while. I forget you need stimulation first.”

  “Gah. No, I- Whah? First? First for what?!”

  Groaning low, Divit’s lips were back to mine and his tongue dipped in for a taste. Pushing back against him, his chest a heavy, immovable wall, I nipped the tip of his tongue as it swirled, dueling with mine.

  “Shit.” Divit jerked back, shocked, his dark brown eyes crossing as he stuck his tongue out, trying to examine the tip.

  Rolling that thick monster back up into his head, his mouth pressed into a hard, thin line, all traces of the horny, sexy man vamp gone.

  “Have you lost your mind, woman?!” Roaring angrily, he looked more lion shifter tha
n angry vampire. “You bit me.”

  “You bit me first, you jerk. Consider us even.” Glaring up at him, too close to cross my arms over my chest, I settled for a loud, indignant huff.

  “This isn’t a game, little girl.” Divit was a lot angrier than I thought the situation warranted. What is this guy’s deal, anyway?

  “Mm. I bit you, so now I’m a girl?”

  “When you do stupid things like one? When you act impulsive and childish?” he tossed back. “Yes.”

  “Pfft! Like you’re one to talk! Praise what you preach, man. Or should I say boy? Dead, uh, boy!” Weak, but I’d tried.

  Checking his tongue again to make sure it was in fact fine, he boxed me in with his big body, looming over me angrily, his arms resting on either side of my head as he hissed his next words through clenched teeth. “Do you have any idea what you could have done?”

  “Made you bleed, you big, mood swing-y, blood-sucking butthole, you?”

  Divit’s expression went livid, his eyes flashing as he tensed, faint lines forming around his mouth and the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorely tempted to say fuck it all, fuck all this, and strangle your pretty little neck, did you know that?” Reaching out, his thumb traced a vein along my throat, watching it pulse.

  Pressing my back into the bathroom door, I felt along for the knob. “Awww, and miss out on hunting my ass down to eat later? Where’s the fun in that? Wouldn’t that be like gorging on take-out? Or playing with your food? Sounds like a waste. Tsk-tsk. Who’s a little piglet now?”

  “God, I want to beat your ass.” The words crept from his throat, the hand resting along the door by my head gripping my hip when I would have made to duck and run.

  I tried it anyway but didn’t end up very far. Hooking his fingers one of the garter belt’s straps, he held me in place, lest I wanted to be slapped silly with the damned thing in the thigh.

  When my attempts to flee ceased, the hand gripping my thigh clenched.

  Grunting, daring him to try anything, I jerked my leg in his hold.

  Smiling grimly at the challenge, he jerked me towards him, hooking my leg over his hip. His fingers glided smoothly upwards, fingering the stretchy bit of lace and elastic hugging the top of my waist to attach to the suspenders. He paused there for a moment before moving on, digging into the fleshy part where my thigh met my bum as I sucked in a harsh breath.

  Reciprocating, I thought it only fair to reach around and grip my own handful, my door knob search forgotten for a moment as I was swooped up in the madness.

  Divit’s hand clenched, and so did mine, death in our eyes. We were staring at each other so hard, nostrils flared, teeth bared, an ass cheek clenched in each other’s hand, we’d never be certain later who moved first.

  It was a free for all—we went wild, attacking each other, growling and gripping at first, muttering unfortunate things better left unsaid, a bit of hair tugging, name calling, but then our lips met, tongues dancing, and that was it, we couldn’t get close enough.

  “I lied. It’s the curse, and it’s killing me,” Divit admitted, dropping to his knees as he grew tired of digging around through all those layers of fluff on my dress to lift it up. “Vampires don’t usually get erections. I haven’t had one in years. I don’t usually sweat either, or have to piss. It’s this stupid room, or the potion, I don’t fucking care.” His head disappeared as he ducked beneath my skirt. “I have an erection that feels like it’s going to split my dick in two, and I want to fuck you.”

  Truth be told, I was pretty hard up, too. Stupid room.

  Yep, it was the room... all the magicked room.

  “Eloquent,” was all I got out, gasping as his fingers traced the hem of my panties. Slipping his fingers between the material and my skin, he traced along the crease of my thigh until he reached the thin patch covering my mound. Finding my nether lips slick and wanting, he yanked the small, white cotton barrier blocking his way to the side.

  Long fingers pressed me back into the door and my vampire lover nudged my thighs apart. His thick hair rasped my inner thighs as his breath wafted across my sex, cool but still warm.

  Fingers dipped, playing at the rush of wetness seeping from my core. Sex clenching, I cried out, head thumping against the thick wood of the door to lol from side to side.

  “I’m going to kiss you, Norma Gene.” The vampire’s finger circled the tight little bud he found hidden in my folds. “Right here, and then I’m going to take you with my cock.” That searching finger slipped inside my heat, burying deep, then another. “Maybe twice... Would you like that, sweetheart?” The way the endearment rolled off his tongue, I almost would have believed he meant it.

  “I-I-I-”

  His fingers pulled out, almost all the way, to the point I whimpered at the loss, but he shoved them back in again.

  “Yes.” The word came out on a breathy moan, but that was all he needed and he was lifting my leg, spreading my lips.

  Suddenly his tongue was there, lapping at my sex hungrily, his dark head bobbing beneath my short, frilly skirt as he ate me out so skillfully. His fingers came back into play as he went in search of my clit again.

  Keeping the crotch of my panties pinned aside with his free hand, he sucked my pleasure button into his mouth, the fingers in my sex dipping three deep. One, two, three thrusts and I was gone.

  My orgasm struck suddenly, so suddenly I came shrieking, clamping my thighs around his head like a vice as I bucked and screamed his name. Divit took it all in stride, pumping his fingers in and out of my sheath as I clenched around them tight, groaning as he let off my clit to lap up my juices.

  My sex continued to clench as he kept it up, a deep ache welling inside me, and I instinctively arched.

  Flopping to his ass, Divit slid back, releasing his steadying grip on my hips. His hold the only thing keeping me upright at the moment, I stumbled forward.

  As if prepared for it, he put his arms out and caught me, easing me down to straddle him. I slid forward slowly, slumping limply against him.

  “Get why they call it the little death.” Face pressed into his neck, arms flopping uselessly over his shoulders in a loose embrace, my words came out muffled. “Think you just killed me.”

  Divit let off a short laugh. “Not done yet, sweetheart.” Wriggling around underneath me, it was apparent soon enough what the male was on about.

  Smooth, lightly haired flesh met mine as he wiggled his pants down and over his rather fine, though kinda dead, ass and his legs brushed mine. Gripping my hips, he picked me up, lowering me easily, as if I weighed nothing, until our skin touched. My warm flesh to his cool, he pressed me forward. “Up you go.”

  In a sort of post orgasmic, drowsy, dream-like trance, I went from out of it to wide awake in seconds flat as the slick lips of my sex received a sizeable nudge, the sadly floppy, overstretched crotch of my panties easily slipping to the side to make way. “I- We- Holy schnikeys...”

  The hard press of a blunt head spreading my lips ever so slowly but steadily, breaching my sex with all the finesse of a clumsy but well hung newbie, had me popping up like I’d just been shot. The only thing keeping me from going airborne was Divit’s firm but steady grip on my waist.

  “Relax, and quit squirming.” His cock pulsed and he muffled a groan. “You’re small and I’m impatient.” Fighting to hold still, he gritted out, “I can’t go slow.” It was a warning if I’d ever heard one, further proved as his hips pulled back just enough to gain a bit more momentum.

  Attempting to press home, finding my cunt much tighter than he might have liked, he groaned when I grunted, grimacing as my body locked up, trying to block his cock’s enthusiastic entry.

  “Ah, not gonna work,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut as my body clenched tight.

  “We’ll make it work.” Red tinted sweat beading his forehead as he hissed through his teeth, Divit groaned as if in pure agony.

  With much or little effort, depending on how one wished to see it, Divit wo
rked my clit with his thumb, traversing mangled underwear and a lot of wriggling just to pull off the feat, revving me up as he managed to get his cock head snug in my sex, popping it through and then some.

  Not one to be deterred, my vampire lover tried to coerce my pulsing sheath to accept his engorged length, pulling out to rub the head of his cock through my juices. Rocking me down on him, back and forth, coaxingly, he pressed on steadily.

  Increasing the pace with each tempered thrust, he was in charge as I gave over, his hands at my hips, digging in hard enough to leave bruises and then some, controlling our combined movements. All I could do was hold on, wiggle my hips, dig my nails in deep, and enjoy the ride.

  “God, yes.” Muttering triumphantly as my body gave, he slid in farther. Fisting my hair in his hand to angle my neck, peppering quick, nipping kissing across my salty flesh, he leaned forward, bending me back.

  Hips tilting, his legs twisted, sliding beneath him, enabling him to put more push into his hips as he pressed his advance.

  “Yesssss.” He hissed the word. “Take all of me, sweetheart. All of it. I want you to feel every inch of me, taking every inch of you.” My sex clenched, creaming at his words, and his hips drew up harder.

  “Condom, condom,” I mumbled, having retained at least that much sense as I bounced around on his cock. Muttering the reminder over and over, lest we forget, I squirmed under his touch. Running my hands through his hair, down his back, over his ass as his cheeks clenched and unclenched as he pumped into me, my nails practically clawed at the man to get closer, anywhere I could reach worth a grope or two.

  “Can’t come,” he muttered, without pause. “Don’t need them.”

  Pausing at that lovely statement, I pulled back, giving the man an arch look to match that outlandish statement.

  “Whole lotta shouldn’t be able to but we can going on in this penis themed room today, fang boy.”