Page 56 of Fangbanger

“More blood?” I raise my brows. “You’ll have to earn it, brat.”

Her mouth makes a perfect O, and then her smile is back. That smile says she has things in store for me. My whole body electrifies.

“I don’t take orders from vampires.”

In seconds, I have her caged against the wall. Her mouth tips up under mine, hot and demanding. She’s already waiting for me to lick into her, to suck on her tongue. Our mouths slip desperately against each other.

She’s so good and so needy and perfect for me. She can match a vampire’s thirst for pleasure, a thirst I forgot. I feel like parts of me have been buried these past centuries, and she is cracking me open.

I have never been more eager to be broken.

I slip the straps of her dress down and bare her lovely breasts. Her nipples are large and dusky and beg for my mouth. I pinch one just to watch her mouth part on a sigh. She is already lost to pleasure.

“What was that, mate?”

She moans. I pinch harder.

“I don’t take orders from you.” She grins at me from under her lashes. “Unless you make me.”

My blood fires hot under my skin. I turn her and press her to the shelves, feeling her shake against the books. Her hands scrabble for purchase. My fist twists in her hair and forces her head back.

“Do it,” she gasps, arching.

I want her so badly my hands shake as I undo my pants, as I push her dress up to expose that lovely, round ass. I smooth one palm down her back, all the possessiveness of a newly mated vampire rising like a tide in my chest.

“Marcus,” she commands, biting off my name.

I smile, and even I can feel the edge to it, my need to deny her and claim her and play with her rising violently inside me. “I don’t take orders from slayers,” I murmur against her hair.

She growls low in her throat, still fighting to get closer. I grind myself against her, rubbing my cock against the fullness of her ass, slipping between her legs. I press her cruelly to the shelves, forcing her to turn her head. Her lids flutter shut. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she arches, as she begs me with her body for more.

She is so soft and slick against me, and when I lick two fingers and press them between her legs, I find her drenched.

She moans and bucks against my hand. I kick her legs wide and spread her pussy with my fingers.

“All that? For me?”

“You know it is,” she snaps.

My cock jerks against the small of her back. Pride is spiraling hot in my stomach.

I drop my chin to her shoulder so I can speak filth into her ear as I stroke her pussy.

“So quick, little mate. You’re soaking my hand. I barely touched you.”

Her lashes flutter and her breaths come faster. “Stop talking,” she grits, “And touch me more.” She bucks against my hand and I chuckle.

“I could make you come in seconds, you filthy girl. Just my thumb against your clit and you’d detonate. For your enemy, Leah. You tried to kill me.”

Her lashes lift, so she can glare at me, and I laugh.

“Not my enemy,” she pants. She pushes back against my hand. “Harder, vampire. Before I revise my opinion.”

“Oh, but Leah,” I croon, keeping my touch light, knowing she is frustrated and needy. “You don’t need it harder. You’re so close, slayer.” I slick my fingers faster and faster over her clit, savoring the hard rise and fall of breasts against the bookshelves, and the soft cries she makes. Excitement pulses hot and fast, gathering at the base of my cock. “So close for me and only me. You hated me, and now you’ll come on my cock.”

“Marcus,” she snarls. “Don’t make me wait.”

I hum in my throat, fighting the rising tide of my need. “Tell me you want it.”