Preacher: Sons of Sangue Page 6

  Running her hand south over his soft cotton shirt and hard abs, Tena skimmed her hand along his erection. Bobby hissed. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she might pass out from extreme desire. Slipping the button free on his jeans, she slid down the zipper and reached inside, encircling him.

  Bobby broke the kiss with a curse. He took a step back, his breath sawing out of him, forcing her to release him. His black eyes captured hers. The points of his fangs jutted beneath his upper lip. Damn if he wasn’t about the sexiest thing she had ever laid eyes on.

  He probably wrestled with his demons. Demons that Tena was ready to take on and slay herself if he even thought to walk away. Lord, she really was a slut. But damn it, she had needs and she wasn’t about to let him go before he satisfied them.

  Tena took a step in his direction.

  Bobby ran a hand through his hair and blew out a stream of air, looking anything but serene. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, doll face.”

  It was a silly term of endearment, but she liked it nonetheless. “I’m a grown ass woman who knows what the hell she wants, Preacher.”

  “I’m a freak.”

  “You are.” His gaze widened when she agreed. Tena took another step and placed a palm on his cheek, loving the way his whiskers felt soft against her hand. “You’re a freak because you’re standing here debating whether to fuck me or not. I don’t care that you have fangs. I don’t care that you are the undead.”

  He chuckled. “I assure you I’m very much alive, doll face.”

  “Not like the fictional vampires, huh?”

  “Did my cock feel icy to you?”

  “Not at all.” She smiled, running a finger across his lower lip. “I don’t care that your eyes are black or that your face changed shape, or what you want to call yourself. I care that you look at me as if I matter.”

  “Christ,” he mumbled. “You do matter.”

  Bobby gripped her face between his hands and crushed his mouth to hers, proving to her just how much she did.

  Chapter 11

  Dear Lord in heaven. The woman in his arms had him tied in knots. God had shown him favor by bringing this beauty into his life. Even if his faith in mankind had one time wavered, Tena had him viewing the world in a more beautiful light. Seeing what he had become, she looked beneath his ugly exterior and found the man beneath, the one she had met weeks ago back in Oregon.

  She proved there was still beauty on this earth.

  The scent of her need threatened his sanity. He could think of doing little other than driving between her spread legs and taking what he had desired the first time he laid eyes on her. He did a quick sweep of the area, seeing they were still completely alone. His vampire gaze easily cut through the night. Even if someone happened by, there was little chance they’d be spotted in the alcove.

  Yeah, that was most definitely on purpose.

  Bobby hadn’t wanted onlookers no matter what had happened when he brought her here. He had wanted Tena to himself, his reasoning for not taking her back to the cottage. The last thing he wanted or needed at the moment was a house full of people.

  Fucking her, on a dew-slick rock in the upright position, wasn’t the wisest of ideas if he didn’t want to chance sending them both into the rocky surf below. Maybe he really hadn’t thought this through. Hell, Tena deserved better than to be treated to a fast and furious fuck. But at the moment, his cock wasn’t about to be denied. Bobby backed Tena away from the water and toward another boulder that butted up against this one. There was about three feet difference in height. The stone ledge gave him a seat upon which to sit her.

  The back of her calves hit the granite. He easily lifted her upon the cool surface. Tena braced her hands behind her, raising her hips and giving him easier access. Bobby hooked his thumbs in the side of her yoga pants and pulled down, bringing along a pair of black and very sexy lacy panties. Later, he’d spend more time with her in that lingerie. Lace was a huge fucking turn-on. For now, he tossed the articles to the stone surface, before gripping her behind the knees and spreading her thighs.

  Shaved. Bald.

  Fuck me!

  His balls tightened painfully. At this rate, he’d be lucky if he didn’t come in his jeans like a school boy feeling up his first date in the backseat of a car. Shit! He clamped his teeth, willing his iron control to show the fuck up. His breath stuck in his throat. Squatting, he positioned himself between her silky thighs. It was time to man up, for crying out loud. Ladies first.

  Her sex glistened in the moonlight. Bobby wet his lips and glanced up, needing to hear she was onboard. He had never taken what a lady hadn’t offered, and he wasn’t about to start now.

  Even if she said no, there would be no denying the erection making his jeans damn near unbearable. He wouldn’t care if she watched him jack off into the ocean either. Fortunately, she whispered her consent, a slight smile on her full lips.

  The scent of her desire kept him from dallying overlong. He needed to taste her. He dragged his nose over the soft flesh of her inner thighs as his nostrils flared, taking in her essence. While he was all for making sure she came before he took his, Bobby wanted her with such a force, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. It had been too damn long for him.

  Placing his palms on either side of her thighs, he ran his tongue along her slick folds, tasting the ambrosia. Almost as damn sweet as her blood. His dick ached at the thought of drinking her blood while fucking her. Ah hell, he couldn’t allow that … not until he settled things with his new MC. He was already breaking rules by having sex with a non-donor, thereby exposing his vampire DNA. Bobby best keep his fangs to himself. He had already caused Anton enough problems to deal with.

  Releasing her thighs, he inserted two fingers into her heat. Her answering moan rewarded him. His name tumbled from her lips. Watching her, he drew the little knot of nerves between his lips as she rode his fingers. Her walls tightened as she cried out again.

  “Let me see you come, doll face.”

  He sucked her flesh between his lips again, nipping it with his fangs, then using his tongue to soothe the sting. The mixture of her blood and sex damn near unmanned him. Bobby slipped his free hand into the front of his jeans and gripped his cock, hoping to hold off his own climax. It wasn’t going to take much.

  “Look at me, Tena.”

  She opened her eyes. Her breath became shallow. Bobby swiped his tongue along the folds before nipping her again. Her lips rounded beautifully and she cried out his name.

  “Oh, my God!” Her climax washed over her. Her face tilted to the sky.

  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

  A thing of beauty for damn sure.

  Bobby stood, giving her no time to recover, and grabbed her around the waist. He flipped her to her belly, laying her across the rock so that her beautifully rounded ass faced him, pulling her toward him to keep her knees from hitting the stone. His heart thudded and his pulse beat heavy in his ears. Pulling his cock free, he spread her ass cheeks and ran the bulbous tip along the cleft.

  “Condom,” she barely whispered above the crash of the waves.

  He gripped her hips. “I’m a vampire, doll face. You can’t get pregnant, nor do we contract diseases. You can’t get safer sex. You okay with that?”

  When she nodded, he wasted no time seating himself to the hilt. Her gasp carried across the ocean breeze, barely heard over his own groan. Christ, she felt like home.

  Bobby stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size. When she wiggled her ass and tempted him into action, he began pounding into her. Taking it slow was not an option. Tena moaned, her hands braced on the rock. Bobby wedged one of his hands between her soft abdomen and the rock she lay against, to the spot above where they joined. His thumb quickly found her sweet spot, adding pressure. Tena looked back, her gaze unfocused. Her breath hitched, telling him she wasn’t far from coming a second time.

  Fuck! Bobby quickened his pace, slamming into her, chasing his own orgasm. Tena cried
out, her walls fisting him. Another thrust and his ass muscles tightened.

  “Ahhh … Damn.” His orgasm shuttered through him.

  Bobby ran his hands down her sweat slicked back before pulling her up and wrapping his arms around her, holding her back against his chest. He never wanted to let go. Bobby could too easily get used to this. Pulling out, he tucked himself back into his jeans before grabbing her stretchy pants and helping her into them, one sexy leg at a time. Neither said a word as they finished composing themselves and caught their breaths.

  Bobby gripped her chin and forcing her to look at him. His vampire features had retreated. “You deserved better.”

  Her warm chocolate gaze turned stern. “Don’t you dare apologize for that, Preacher. If you do, I’ll make you do it again. That was… Oh hell, that was amazing.”

  Bobby chuckled, then leaned down and captured her mouth in a possessive kiss. She belonged to him. He might not be able to say the words, but he’d damn well convey it. He wasn’t about to share her.

  He slapped her ass, earning him a squeal. “Get that sexy ass on my bike. We need to get back to the cottage. Anton should be arriving shortly.”

  “Anton? Why?”

  Bobby draped an arm over her shoulder, tucking her by his side as they headed for the parking lot. He let out a deep sigh. “To fix my fucking mess.”

  Chapter 12

  Bobby followed Tena into the cabin. Being just after midnight, he expected everyone to be in bed. Instead, lights in the windows had greeted them. He supposed Ivy and Chad were worried. Fuck that. It wasn’t their ass on the line, and he had needed to spend time with Tena, to see where things stood. She had been right about one thing. The sex had been amazing.

  If he could get her into his bed and avoid the questions those two were most likely ready to ask… His thoughts stopped dead as his gaze landed on Anton sitting to the left of the door, the reason he hadn’t spotted him upon entrance. Kimber sat Indian style on the floor between his spread legs while his hands rested on her shoulders.

  “Don’t get up on my account,” Bobby grumbled. His mood suddenly surly at the missed opportunity to take Tena to bed. “We can chat in the morning.”

  Anton stood, stepping around Kimberly. “We can chat now, bro.”

  Tena squealed and ran to Kimberly, who jumped up and embraced her. Girly shit. He turned back to Anton and ignored the mini-party going on behind him.

  “Go ahead, say it.”

  Anton’s nod indicated Tena. “You fucked her.”

  It wasn’t an inquisition, but an accusation. Bobby knew better than to deny it. With Anton’s vampire genes, he’d scent their mixed desire easily. Bobby rolled his eyes. “Give me hell already so we can all get some sleep and talk about this in the morning.”

  Anton’s grim line of lips twitched at the corner until finally a smile took over. “Don’t lie to me you son of a bitch. You just want to get between her thighs again.”

  Bobby shrugged with a smile of his own.

  “Look, as much as that appeals to you, this conversation is coming first.” He clapped Bobby’s shoulder. Anton matched him height for height. “You want to tell me what happened in town that Ivy needed to call me in on? We’ll talk about what to do with her later.”

  Bobby knew he referred to the possibility of hypnotizing Tena. That wasn’t going to happen if he had to mate with her here and now. He’d get the Sons’ permission if it was the last thing he did. No fucking way they were taking the past hour away from her memory. Tena proved she could love the vampire in him, and damned if he wasn’t accepting that gift full on. He wanted her in his life, and if he had to, he’d make it permanent. Hopefully, she’d be onboard.

  All eternity was a fucking long time, not to mention giving her the same blood drinking curse. “I fucked up, man. But if I had to do it all over again, I would. There’s a little lady in the hospital right now still alive because I acted.”

  “Not saying you didn’t do the right thing, bro. I’m not the one you need to convince of that. The Sons’ pres, Hawk—not that he doesn’t feel you acted on this side of decency—is fucking pissed because you left town without fully embracing your new DNA. Had you learned all there was to learn, we wouldn’t be standing here.”

  Bobby couldn’t argue. He would’ve been able to clean up his own mess by hypnotizing his way out of it. “You’re right. I was a bit hasty in my trip east. I thought I could handle it, Rogue.”

  Anton smiled again, running his hand through his now blond hair. It would take a bit to get used to. Bobby was used to his darker undercover look when he infiltrated the Devils. “I obviously thought so, or I wouldn’t have gone to Hawk and Viper for permission to let you have your space. This is on my shoulders too. Who could’ve predicted this fucking mess? You want to fill me in?”

  Bobby led Anton out to the deck while the reunion continued inside. Ivy had opened a couple of bottles of wine. While the scent definitely teased his palate, it was Tena’s blood Bobby thirsted for. They sat on the deck chairs looking out over the black horizon and listened to the waves softly rolling against the beach. Bobby filled Anton in with the details, from the moment he had stepped onto the beach to hearing the woman’s terrified scream.

  Anton remained silent through the entire retelling of the story. Bobby wasn’t sure what his sire was thinking. Finally, he looked at Bobby and said, “You did the right thing, bro. We’ll fix this.”

  “So where do we start?”

  “You say no one from the hospital spotted you?”

  Bobby shook his head.

  “First things, first then. You cover your tattoos in case they’re on some damn video. We’ll head to the hospital and pay the woman a visit. I’ll make sure she remembers nothing about you. That won’t be too difficult. She was in all likelihood pretty fucking traumatized. Then we visit the police office.”

  “They won’t talk to us.”

  Anton chuckled, his white teeth showing bright in the moonlight. “Oh, they’ll talk to me. By the time we leave there, not a fucking one of them will have a clue what happened. The guy was a waste of oxygen and deserved to die. Once I’m done hypnotizing those involved in the investigation, they’ll quit looking. The case will remain unsolved and they won’t care to look into it any further. Then we get the fuck out of Maine. You cool with that?”

  Bobby released a sigh, glad to have this fucking nightmare behind him. “Now, about Tena…”

  * * *

  The screen door opened and slapped shut behind the men entering the cottage. Tena couldn’t help the shy smile curving her lips as she caught Bobby’s heated gaze on her the minute he walked through the door. The room grew warm and her cheeks heated, without a doubt going full-blown blush. The vivid memory of what they had shared a short time ago had her squirming in her seat.

  She looked at Bobby again over the rim of her glass as she finished off her wine. He winked at her and smiled. Tena thought about feigning tiredness and heading for the room with the queen-size bed, but there was no way in hell any of them would buy it.

  Kimber cleared her throat. “Eyes over here, sweetheart.”

  When Tena looked back, Kimber chuckled. “I can see someone’s Facebook status just got an update.”

  “What are you talking about?” Tena couldn’t stop her grin.

  “Don’t play coy with me. Looks to me since leaving Oregon you got your way with Mr. Bear-alicious. Preacher looks as if he has it bad for you, sweetheart.” Kimber’s gaze flitted to the men. “He can’t keep his eyes off you, even while Rogue’s talking to him. So spill it.”

  “So it turns out he might like me maybe just a little.”

  Chad blew his breath through pursed lips. “If a man looked at me the way Preacher looks at you, girlfriend, I’d be taking him to the beach for a little monkey love, if you get my drift.”

  “Are you trying to tell me there are too many people present, Chad?”

  “You’re damn right, doll face.” Bobby came up behin
d her and kissed the soft spot beneath her ear. He placed his large hands on her shoulders and looked around the room. “Any of you people willing to go sleep in the studio down the beach Chad and Tena rented?”

  Chad’s brow furrowed. “The one where the man was just killed on the patio? Seriously? No freaking way.”

  “I didn’t think so.” Bobby chuckled. “Tomorrow’s going to be an early start for Anton and me. Then, we’ll all be heading back to Oregon ASAP. I suggest we cut this party short and get some sleep.”

  Kimberly rolled her eyes. “Sleep? Is that what they’re calling it these days, Preacher?”

  “You and Rogue can share the single in the spare room. To sleep … if that’s what you want.” Bobby smiled, his blue eyes warming with humor. “I’m sure Chad and Ivy can use some pillows and spare blankets out here on the floor.”

  He leaned down, his breath ghosting across her flesh. “We’ll get some sleep, doll face, once I make love to you proper.”

  Tena stood, fisted his tee, and pulled him down so she could whisper into his ear. “Right after I give you a blow job.”

  “I heard that,” Anton grumbled.

  Preacher laughed, placed his large palm in the center of her back, and led her to one of the bedrooms. Heat rose up her neck. How the hell had Anton heard what she said? Tena looked at him in question.

  “It’s a vampire thing, doll face,” he said as he closed the door behind them. “Now, about that blow job…”

  Chapter 13

  It turned out, Bobby had indeed saved the young woman’s life. Anton had used his powers of persuasion… Oh, who the hell was he kidding? There was no persuasion involved. Anton had hypnotized the charge nurse into telling them the young woman was still in critical condition, but she’d pull through. Had it not been for the anonymous caller, alerting them to the severely injured woman, she surely would’ve died. The staff working that night had no clue who the good Samaritan was, but they were certain the young woman would love to find him one day to thank him.