Part 7 (1/2)
”You're the one who's always bringing it up -”
His lips covered hers and she looped her arms around his neck. When they parted, she turned her back to him and said, ”Unzip me, will you?”
He slid the down the zipper and slipped the dress off her shoulders. She s.h.i.+mmied out of it, allowing it to pool at her feet.
Vincent grasped her, dragging her bra-and-panty clad body to the hard length of his. ”I just don't want you messin' with Seraphim, that's all. You're mine .”
”Oh am I?”
”We're married, right?”
She stared into his eyes, feeling both thrilled and a bit apprehensive at the possessiveness she saw there. ”It's all right. He's too old for me. I don't think I want an actual cave man.”
Vincent made a disbelieving sound and stepped away, unzipping his fly and tugging off his trousers. ”That's a lot of bulls.h.i.+t. He didn't come out of no cave.”
”How do you know?”
”Trust me. He just thinks it sounds cool.”
”He didn't strike me as the kind of guy who's interested in sounding cool. He's one of those mysterious, brooding vamps. The kind those mortals in Hollywood go nuts over.”
Vincent snorted. ”See what I mean? He knows what's cool without seeming like he knows what's cool. That's dangerous.”
Trixie laughed. ”You are jealous of him!”
”What the h.e.l.l for? See these pecs?” Vincent tore off his s.h.i.+rt and flexed his chest then held up his arm and made a fist, his muscle bulging, ”and these 'ceps? Trust me. I've got nothing to be jealous about.”
Inside Trixie screamed with laughter. Never had she imagined seeing Vincent Dilorenzo affected by anyone as much as by Kellen. The two must have had some rivalry in the past. ”He's on the lean side, but he looks strong. He's got the Alpha scent, the dominant att.i.tude. Looks like he'd put up a h.e.l.l of a fight to me.”
”He can fight all right,” Vincent muttered.
”I knew it! You two had it out before.” She clutched his shoulders. ”What happened?”
Vincent grasped her wrists and shoved her onto the bed. ”I don't want to talk about it.”
”Why?” ”Because I don't!”
Trixie stared at him, the smile fading from her lips. The expression in his eyes disturbed her. This was no longer a joke or petty jealousy. Whatever happened between Vincent and Seraphim must have been serious.
”Hey.” She stood and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek against his shoulder. ”I'm sorry.”
Taking her in his arms, he kissed her mouth and forehead. ”It's not your fault. Kellen and I-let's just say our past is complicated. There's a lot of bad memories for both of us.”
”It's all right. I don't know why I pushed. The past is a mortal obsession.”
”I don't know.” He shrugged. ”Most of us are pretty interested in the Originals, and that's just about as far in the past as we can go.”
”That's different.”
”I guess.”
”Still, if you ever want to talk about you and him...”
”Thanks, baby.” He nuzzled her throat. ”But right now I'm in the mood for action.”
”Then let's get to it.” She removed her panties and bra and sprawled on the bed, arms stretched above her head, her legs spread.
Vincent crawled on his hands and knees toward her from the foot of the bed. Trixie trembled with antic.i.p.ation as he paused between her legs, placed a hand on the bed on either side of her waist, and began lapping her c.l.i.t. She entangled her fingers in his hair and moaned with pleasure.
d.a.m.n, Dilorenzo, how can you think Yd rather have another guy? I don't know, baby. Must have been temporary insanity.
His tongue explored the delicate folds of her flesh while the tips of his fangs thrilled her to a quivering o.r.g.a.s.m.
Covering her body with his, he licked and nipped her earlobe, growling deep in his chest.
”Oh, Vi-”
”Vikenti!” he reminded her.
”Whatever!” She grasped his face and covered his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue inside while their fangs locked.
He rammed into her body in a single smooth thrust. Trixie clung to him, her fingers biting his shoulders. Her fangs slipped from their sheaths and simultaneously they bit each other's shoulders.
Trixie squeezed her eyes shut, simply feeling the intense pleasure of o.r.g.a.s.m and savoring the rich taste of Vincent's blood. Her hands roamed over his broad back, her fingertips pressing hard muscle.
She lost count of how many times she attained perfection. The taste of blood and sweat mingled, salty and bitter sweet, until he rolled off her and dragged her to his heaving chest.
”I have to get ready to go.” He squeezed her, pressing his mouth to hers, the tips of his fangs indulging in one last taste. ”Meeting Seraphim.”
”Should I come?”
He shook his head and stood. ”It's better if I talk to him alone this time.”
”You're not going to hold out on me, are you, Dilorenzo?”
”No, baby.” He turned his deep brown eyes to her, wearing his most sincere expression.
”I'll pick your brain if I think you're keeping something from me.” ”Whatever you need to know, I won't hold back.” ”I'm not sure I like the sound of that.”
”Sorry.” He shrugged. ”I swear I won't let anything personal between me and him get in the way of what we've got to do.”
”I believe you, but what about him ?”
Vincent's face twisted into a pained expression. ”Tough to say. He holds one h.e.l.luva grudge.”
”Grudge?” She sat up on her knees, brus.h.i.+ng hair from her face. ”I'm dying to find out what went on with you two. Come on, Vikenti!”
He dragged on his clothes, his eyes fixed on hers. ”It's a long story. I haven't got time to tell it right now. Later.”
”I'll hold you to that.”