Vampire Dreams 03 First Night Page 2

  Safe. And boring.

  "Stay," Crystal said.

  Just for a moment he didn't move, as if he couldn't believe that she hadn't thrown him out. Then he was ripping off his own shirt, eager to come to her, to bury himself in her heat and scent and sweet, warm skin. Crystal rose onto her knees and reached for his fly, unzipping it, grabbing his pants to pull them down. In a moment, they had him naked, and he was coming down on top of her.

  The strength of his entry made her gasp. She wrapped her legs around his taut waist. Decker's arms corded as he braced on his palms and began to stroke. His shaft felt thick and long and hot, as if it filled her halfway to her heart. Crystal twisted with the unspeakable pleasure of it, whimpering as he thrust and thrust and thrust, each quick advance and retreat driving pleasure further and further into her. Straight to her head.

  Decker watched her writhe under him as he breathed in the rich smell of sex and woman and blood. The pulse in her throat was banging away, hypnotizing him even as he gasped at her grip on his organ. He lowered his head, touching his lips to her neck, feeling the flutter. A bead of her sweat rolled into his mouth, flavored with the blood scent of the vein.

  Goaded, he struck like a snake.

  Biting into her soft skin, feeling the electrifying well of blood. His spine arched with the pleasure of it, driving him to her depths. Crystal screamed as her first orgasm began. Decker shuddered and began to drink, throat working as he pumped against her, lunging hard. The raw pleasure of taking her hit his mind, splintered him.

  Suddenly it was as if a wall crashed down, and he was one with her. He could feel Crystal's jolting orgasm, just as she tasted her own blood flooding her mouth, her tightness around him. They peaked in a mutual climax deeper and more violent than either had ever felt before.

  A long time passed before they could move again.

  "Beau, I think Jim's first time ought to be with somebody who knows the ropes," said Amanda as they stepped out of the elevator.

  Beau Gabriel eyed her under the rim of his Stetson, smiling slightly. "And you think I ought to lend him one of my girls."

  Beau maintained a large circle of female friends who were more than happy to cater to his rather exotic needs.

  "Well, it WOULD minimize the trauma all the way around..."

  "You're absolutely right, Amanda. I'd be happy to--on one condition."

  Amanda paused in the act of unlocking Decker's door. "I might have known. What?"

  "I get to watch when he takes her. I wanna see the sanctimonious bastard deal with real hunger for the first time in his life. Bet he wouldn't be so holier-than-thou THEN." "Beau..." Amanda began, exasperated, as she swung open the door.

  And heard a giggle.

  Startled, the two vampires looked through the living room and into the kitchen of Decker's apartment. There, at the dinner table, sat a lush blonde wearing a filmy negligee. In front of her sat a plate holding a very large steak. Behind her stood Decker, who was bending to nuzzle her neck. His eyes snapped up at the sound of the opening door.

  Decker bared his fangs. "Do you MIND?"

  Hastily, Amanda backed out, reaching to drag Beau after her; he seemed inclined to stay and stare at the blonde. She slammed the door.

  Beau stared at it, then turned to meet Amanda's wide eyes.

  He tilted the brim of his Stetson up with a thumb. "Man sure works fast, don't he?"