More Than Blood by Amanda Vyne

expanded in her chest with that rejection and his eyes fixed on hers. Searching.
    Kel tried to jerk away but he held her firmly. He seemed to be fighting himself. His eyes slid shut and a tremble coursed through his lithe frame. “I’m sorry but I can’t. It’s not meant to be this way.” His hands jerked her away from the door and pulled her into the hard heat of his body. “But, God, I need…” A louder growl erupted from him as he roughly turned her around to press her down over the gleaming hood of the sports car. Slapping her hands down against the smooth, warm surface to steady herself, she felt a little thrill race through her at the sudden movement. Hot breath fanned the curve of her shoulder and neck before his mouth closed hotly over the sensitive skin, fangs pressing but not piercing.
    His hands were hot on her stomach; one pulled the edges of her unzipped jeans back to rub small circles low on her belly, and the other pressed slowly up beneath her tank to lift the heavy weight of her breast in his callused palm.
    Arching against his hands, she rested her head back against his shoulder, reaching up with one hand to bury her fingers in the silky fall of his blond hair as his lips worked their way down her neck. Two fingers pinched and pulled and rolled her nipple as the fingers of the opposite hand circled closer and closer to the slit that soaked the silk of her panties.
    “This belongs to me.” He breathed against her neck, his tongue soothing the sharp caresses of his kisses. He reached across to pinch her other nipple as his fingers dipped into her slit, sliding wetly over the sensitive bundle of nerves swelling in demand for his touch. He groaned against her neck, the wet heat of his tongue sweeping across her skin. “So hot and wet. Your arousal. Your hunger. Mine to do with as I please. Mine to satisfy.”
    The broad tip of his middle finger slid through her slick folds, circling the damp opening that spasmed hungrily around her aching emptiness before slowly gliding up to her clit and brushing lightly over it. He was teasing her, and she jerked her hips against his hand with a small sound of frustration.
    “Ferrar,” Kel warned as he pulled his hands back to caress her belly again. His thumbs slid along the edge of her hip bones, hooking her jeans and slowly sliding them down her hips. So slow. Every movement was calculated to drive her higher, to draw it out.
    “So sweet,” he murmured thickly as he quickly unzipped his pants and pressed his cock against her.
    “Damn you, Ferrar.” She slid the words through her clenched teeth as she rocked her hips back to feel the heated flesh of his hard cock between the cheeks of her ass.
    “Damned? Yes,” he whispered softly against her frantic pulse as he nudged the tip of his penis into the slick folds beneath the full curve of her bottom, making her gasp at that first kiss of heat. “We were both damned the moment I tasted you”
    Kel felt a sharp stab of pain from his admission, but it was swept away as he surged upward past the slick folds of her pussy, pushing the head of his cock just past the clutching ring of muscles with a low groan that vibrated through her. He was so big, pressing just into the swollen folds, stretching and burning her. It sent a frisson of excruciating heat radiating up through her belly, into her limbs as her fingertips pressed into the hood of the car, claws beginning to extend. She wanted to deny the pleasure, to deny the need but she was helpless. And that shamed her more than his begrudging acceptance of their bond.
    Her hands slapped down on the now-cool surface of the hood once more as he angled her forward to press deeper into her, his hands wrapping around the flare of her hips to pull her ass in closer as he slammed up into her. Destructive waves of pleasure crashed violently through her. She cried out as her claws extended completely, gouging into the hood as his powerful thrusts rocked her into the car. His