[06] Slade by Teresa Gabelman

turned him on as no other woman ever had. Her body moved against his, her hands touching him everywhere and something snapped inside him, his control totally vanished. Leaning his head back, he continued to pound into her soft, hot body; nothing else mattered, but finding release. His fangs fully exposed, the thirst hit him hard as his black eyes snapped to her breast. Without thinking, his head swooped down. His mouth opened, clasping across the fullness of her left breast. As his fangs sank into her tender flesh and a scream left her lips, he didn’t stop…couldn’t stop. He continued pounding, and sucked her warm blood down his throat, the erotic flavor going straight to his cock, stretching her wider. Suddenly, he let go of her breast as his spine stiffened and his cock emptied into her hot, sweet tightness.
That’s when the door went flying off its hinges. “What the fuck?!”
Slade shielded Jill as he grabbed for his gun he had within reach. Turning, he aimed it right between Sid’s eyes. “Get the fuck out of here.” Slade roared his rage at being interrupted.
Sid looked him over, his frown growing. “Jill!”
“I’m fine, Sid.” Jill rolled her eyes as she tried to pull the sheet over her body, but Slade’s knees were on it.
When Lana walked up behind Sid, Slade lifted the barrel of the gun toward the ceiling. “Jesus.” Lana looked shocked staring at Slade’s black eyes and bloodied mouth. “Where in the hell did that blood come from?”
“I’m going to give you one second to get the fuck out of this room before I start shooting.” Slade’s tone was beyond pissed, his eyes narrowing in on Sid.
“Don’t threaten me while my mate is in the room.” Sid took an angry step toward Slade.
“Lana, please get him out of here,” Jill’s voice called out from behind Slade’s body. “I’m perfectly fine, embarrassed as hell, but fine.”
“Come on.” Lana pulled at Sid.
Sid pointed at Slade. “You better not have hurt her.”
“Fuck you!” Slade sneered.
“Me and you are going to have a talk.” Sid pointed back at himself and then back at Slade.
“You got that right, motherfucker,” Slade growled, his body still protecting Jill.
“Get out!!” Jill yelled as she eased herself off Slade’s softening cock, which wasn’t really soft at all and that in itself gave her pause, but then she remembered what was going on. “I’m a grown ass woman, Sid Sinclair, and don’t need you running into my room without knocking.”
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me! I hear banging and screaming coming from your room and thought maybe, just maybe you might need help.” Sid tried to peek around Slade to look at Jill. Slade clicked the trigger in warning, the gun lowering to Sid.
“For shit’s sake, Sid.” Lana pushed him out the door, and then turned to try to close the door, but it wouldn’t close. “Ah, I’ll stand out here to make sure no one comes in until you’re ready.” Lana’s eyes went to Slade’s ass.
“Lana!” Sid growled. “I’m close to killing the son of a bitch. Do not push me over the edge.”
“Oh, calm down.” Lana’s voice faded as they moved further down the hallway. “You know I only have eyes for your ass.”
Slade’s chest heaved with effort as he tried to control himself. Turning, he looked at Jill who had distanced herself from him and covered up with the sheet. His eyes searched her before seeing the blood seeping through the whiteness of the sheets. Grabbing it, he yanked it down to see two puncture wounds bleeding freely. “Dammit.” Slade reached for her, lifting her so he could lick the wounds closed.
Jill smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he reached around unclasping her arms, she shook her head. “Don’t do this.” Jill’s voice shook.
“Do what?” Slade tossed the sheet over her, and then got off the bed, grabbing his pants.
“Push me away.” Jill sat back on her knees letting the sheet fall away unashamed. “That