Read Bound by the Vampire Queen for Free Online

compelling her to bring them up to his face. He inhaled the scent, the tip of his tongue darting forth to register how her arousal had soaked the crotch.
    “All for you,” she whispered. “You can merely look at me, and my body readies itself.”
    “My lady,” he said again, and this time instead of an honorific, he was saying it as it was meant.
My
lady. His love, his heart. His temptress, his tormenter.
    It was when he combined everything that way, engaging her heart, mind, body and soul, that she was most vulnerable to him, most off her guard. So she wasn’t ready when, in a flash of movement, he pul ed free of the vines on his left arm, breaking their hold with a screech of splintered wood from Mason’s trellis. That arm banded around her waist, yanked her body fully to him, high enough that her pussy pressed against the hard ridges of his abdomen.
    Her knees landed against the openings of the trellis, finding a desperate brace as he sank his fangs into her throat.
    She cried out at the pleasure and agony of it, because he always seemed to know just how gentle or not she needed him to be. He bit down like he was an animal taking her flesh, drinking deep out of that frantically pounding artery. The flow was so thick that some escaped in a heated trickle over her collar bone, flowing down to her breast.
    Let me go, my lady. Let me have the ability to pleasure you fully.
    Perhaps I like my vampire like this. A partially caged beast, proving his ferocity and passion to me while still under my control.
    As he swallowed her blood, a throaty chuckle vibrated against her flesh.
Then put my cock inside your needy pussy, my lady. I’ll prove what a wild beast can do for you.
    He refused to relinquish his hold on her throat, so she had to work her hands down between them blindly to open his jeans, but she used his banded arm around her back for leverage. When he sprang hot and hard into her hands, she caressed and squeezed him, his pre-cum slippery on her palm.
    Jacob…
She was getting lightheaded, but she didn’t want him to stop.
    Though he’d inherited her abilities, he was still a very young vampire, capable of being goaded into full bloodlust. Moments like these could be particularly dangerous for them, because everything disappeared but this. She knew she would fully surrender to his ferocity, let him drain her, because she would give him everything. There was a destructive part of her that no longer feared death, only losing those few, precious things that meant the most to her. And yet it was when she was most careless of her life that his protective instincts overcame his savagery, his yin to her yang.
    Because of the powers she’d transferred to him, it was as if there was an essence of her will that he could grasp, to help cal himself back. Which might explain why she had less will with him than she’d ever had with a servant—he’d taken some of it from her. Of course, she knew that wasn’t the whole truth of it, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Giving him her life was one thing.
    Female pride was another.
    Lean back, my lady. Now.
His fangs eased, a split second, and she pul ed free. Lifting his free arm, he took firm hold of the trellis, a self-restraint. His fingers were trembling, his eyes flickering with that red glow. Though he made a noise of protest, a warning, she reached toward that hand, molded her slim fingers over his. She loosened his grip, turned it so they were palm to palm. Slowly, their fingers tangled as his heart rate modulated and his eyes came back to blue. The vines slipped away so he was fully free, and his other arm came around her hips, giving her support again. Moving to the center of the trellis, he sank down on the bench with her straddling him. She was fully naked, while his jeans were raked to his thighs, the tatters of his shirt barely on his shoulders. She moaned as he sank deep inside of her. Watching his face, she saw his jaw tighten in