Immortal Games: Wicked

Elisa Adams

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Chapter 1

What the fuck did she think she was doing now?
Ian silently fumed as Elena slid onto the biker’s lap and kissed him smack on the lips. The kiss was long and lingering, and

by the time she broke away and settled her feet back on the floor, Ian’s cock was harder than steel. He clenched his hands into
fists so tight his knuckles turned white. What kind of game was she playing?

And why did watching her touch another man turn him on so much?
He muttered a string of curses that would make even a woman wild as Elena blush. He was in deep shit, and he didn’t see

any way of getting out of trouble. Never mind that he’d made a promise to Alec to watch out for Elena. To “tame her” as Alec,
his lifelong friend, had put it. Ian would be the first person to admit she needed taming, but he wasn ’t the right man for the job.
Whenever he thought abouttaming the hellcat, his thoughts took a nosedive into forbidden territory. Into a place he wouldn’t even
admit existed inside himself.

In the past few weeks, his world had become a mangled heap of problems. All of them centered around Elena and the

sick fascination he seemed to have developed with her behavior. The controlled chaos inside the seedy bar did nothing to ease his
inner turmoil. The twang of country music blared from tinny speakers. A gray haze from cigarette smoke hung thick in the stale,
beer- and sweat-scented air.

He had yet to figure out how she could stand visiting places like this night after night, but that was exactly what she’d been

doing. And he’d been left to reluctantly tag along for the ride.

He lifted his glass off the table and swirled the dark liquid around inside. Not that she knew he was there. He ’d been

careful to cover his tracks. Sometimes it had been difficult not to reveal his presence. Times like these, when she apparently
thought it would be amusing to bait a demon.

His fist tightened around the glass so hard it cracked in his hand. Cold liquid seeped out of the hairline break to trail down

the side of his wrist. With a frustrated groan, Ian set the glass on the table and pushed it away. Another night of this and he ’d
snap. No, he was not the right man for what Alec had in mind.

Alec would have dealt with the ever growing problem of Elena and her choice of entertainment himself, had he not been

so busy dealing with a sick, human mate who, as of yet, refused to be changed. Adriana ’s stubborn streak ran a mile wide.
Adriana and Elena were alike in that sense, though Ian had never met two women so different. Where Adriana was quiet, and
almost methodical in her thinking, Elena loved to talk and laugh. She had the attention span of a gnat and he and Alec were
forever reminding her that it was time to grow up and become more responsible. A sixty -five-year-old vampire should know
better than to act like a fledgling.

Elena leaned in to the biker for another long, hot kiss and Ian scrubbed a hand down his face. He didn’t want her, so what

was his problem?

It had to be her choice of men. Couldn’t she see what she was getting herself into? She had to at least suspect. Elena

wasn’t stupid, and she wasn’t blind. The bald, tattooed biker wasn’t a human. Demons, even weak ones, were nothing to take
lightly.

She whispered something in the biker’s ear and a second later, she took his hand and led him toward the door. Ian let out

a breath heavy with frustration. She’d be the death of him yet. Trying to watch over her had to be more difficult than babysitting an
entire litter of werewolf cubs.

He slid out of the bench, dropped a few bills on the table to cover the drink he hadn’t touched, and followed them out the

door. He knew where she was taking the guy, and the thought settled like a rock in the pit of his stomach. It was one thing to pick
up humans in a bar, but another thing entirely to invite trouble by inviting demons back to the little apartment she thought he and
Alec didn’t know she kept. She thought she was invincible, and one of these nights it was going to get her killed.

He’d be damned if that night was tonight.

* * *

Elena hummed to herself, trying to fight a smile. Ian thought she didn’t know he was there. He thought he was being tricky.

All spy-like or something, and it made a laugh bubble up in her throat.

She’d seen him watching her in the bar. So she’d put on a little show. It had been purely for his benefit. The big, bad biker

dude wasn’t her type. He wouldn’t be interested in her kind of fun, and he had nothing more to offer her in the way of the
information she’d been looking for. That was okay, though. She already had the most important pieces of the puzzle. A name and
an address. The lead Alec had been looking for. He’d be ecstatic to get the information, but he would have to wait. Tonight there
were far more important things to do.

Ian had been easy to lose on the way back to her apartment. He didn’t want to be seen. So he’d hung back enough that

she’d been able to make a few unexpected turns and ditch him. The biker dude had been a little more difficult to get rid of, but
she’d managed to do that at her front door with the mention of a minister husband. Demons were such wimps. Scared them off
every time.

Now, as she snuck out the back door and made her way through the cool night air, excitement sparked in her middle and

settled in her pussy.

Ian was at her front door.
She’d sneak up on him, and then give him the surprise of his life. The best part was that he wouldn’t even see it coming.
When she rounded the corner of the building and saw him standing outside the door, his hand poised to knock, she froze.

This moment was one she wanted to enjoy. Her mouth ran dry and her pussy trembled. He was such a beautiful man. All blond
hair and fair skin and broad shoulders. An ass so perfect it made her mouth water whenever she got a look at it. Even from
behind, he was quite a specimen.

Tonight he wore his standard uniform of black jeans and a dark, drab button-down shirt. Not a hair on his head was out

of place. So typical -- and boring. She’d give anything to see what he looked like when he finally came apart. He would come
apart, of course. That kind of control couldn’t last forever. He just needed someone to show him he didn’t have to be so strong all
the time. Someone to give him permission to let go. Elena could do that for him.

She’d always wanted him. Always. But he’d been stuck in his own little world of freakish control and inflexibility. It hadn’t

been until recently that she’d caught sight of a chink in his armor. He was hiding something, and it hadn ’t taken her long to figure
out what it was. Tonight was the night. Ian Randall was going down, and she planned to enjoy every second of it.

Chapter 2

Ian’s hand, poised to knock, froze inches away from the metal door. The thought of Elena in the apartment with another

man made his gut twist, though he didn’t understand why. She didn’t belong to him. He didn’t even want her.

“What a liar you are,” he muttered to himself. He wanted her. Had for too long. At the same time, she terrified him. A

woman like her could tear him apart. “What a fucking mess this is.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it isn’t nice to spy?”
He spun around at the sound of her voice behind him. Shit . How had she snuck out of the apartment without him

knowing? He was supposed to be protecting her. Taming her, as Alec had put it. He hadn’t wanted her to know he was there.
Had been so careful to stay in the shadows, out of her view.

The perceptive look on Elena’s face told him she’d known the whole time.
Ian bit back a groan. Amusement lit her gaze and the corners of her lips tipped up in a smug smile, and in that second an

uncomfortable truth hit him with the force of a two-by-four to the gut. The carefree act was just that. An act. She’d had them all
fooled for so long. She was far more dangerous to him than he’d ever imagined.

He steeled his expression and glared at her. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not smart to pick up strangers in bars?”
She laughed. The look in her eyes turned unbearably sensual. Her tongue darted out to swipe across her lips. “I can take

care of myself, Ian, and we both know it. The question now is, what am I going to do with you?”

A wave of heat flashed through him. He slumped against the wall and clenched his hands into fists. “Nothing. You’re going

to come home with me. This game you’re playing is dangerous. It’s one thing to play with humans, but those creatures are another
matter entirely.”

“What’s the matter, baby?” She cocked her head to the side and put her hands on her hips. The position accentuated her

full breasts barely contained by the low neckline of her tight, red dress. “Jealous?”

Fuck, yes. “What do I have to be jealous about? Screw whomever you want. What the fuck do I care?”
“Why are you here if you don’t care?” Elena took a step closer, and then another. With each shift of her hips, his cock got

harder. When she reached him, she settled her warm palm in the center of his chest, and it was all he could do not to jerk away
from the touch.

Ian swallowed hard. Focusing on what he’d promised to do was getting more and more difficult by the second. “I told

Alec I’d watch out for you. Lately you’ve been getting a little too wild. You need to be tamed.”

The last sentence slipped out before he could pull it back. He muttered a curse. Yes, she needed to be controlled, but he

wouldn’t be the man to do it. Couldn’t be. He wanted her too much.

“Tamed, huh?” Her husky laughter made tingles play across his skin. She ran a finger down the center of his chest,

stopping just short of his fly. “Maybe I’m not the one in need of taming.”

Her words made heat flare inside him. His knees buckled and he bit back a groan. He had to lean back against the wall to

steady himself. “What are you talking about?”

“You just need to relax and let go a little. You’re too stiff. Too rigid.” She cupped his rapidly-hardening cock in her palm

and smiled. “Then again, I like stiff. A lot. Wanna come inside, baby? We can play all night.”

Ian blew out a breath heavy with frustration. He was being pulled in two different directions. Stuck between duty and

what he’d needed for so long. Unable to answer her question, he dropped his gaze to the ground.

“Don’t want to answer? That’s okay. I can answer for you. Yes, you want to come inside. You want to play with me, Ian.

I know you do. Deny it all you want, but you can’t hide your desires from me.”

He brought his gaze back to hers and tried to inject as much calm into his voice as he could manage, given the

circumstances. If he backed down now, she’d eat him alive. Damned if that idea didn’t appeal to him. “You need to come home.
That’s the only reason I’m here.”

She stood on tiptoe and swiped her tongue across his lips. “No, it isn’t. Come inside, Ian. I know what you need. I can

give it to you. Every last fantasy.”

He shook his head. She couldn’t possibly know. He kept his darkest fantasies to himself. Hadn’t told anyone. Not even

his closest friends.

“Yes, I do.” Her whispered breath brushed across his jaw line. “I can give it to you, Ian. All of it. Come with me.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. She opened the door, took his hand, and led him inside.

Chapter 3

Elena closed and locked the door behind her and turned around, pressing her back against the cool, painted metal. Ian

stood inches away, his shoulders heaving and his nostrils flared. The needful expression on his face matched what she felt inside
every time she looked at him.

Tonight was going to be so much fun.
She pushed away from the door and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Her whole body

ached for him, but she could wait. She’d have to if she planned to give him the whole experience like she’d promised. There were
so many things she wanted to do. So many thingshe wanted. She knew about them, even though he hadn’t put voice to them. She
saw it in his eyes whenever he looked at her. Maybe he didn’t even realize he wanted them, but she did and she knew how to
make all his fantasies come true.

She pressed her lips to his for a brief, hard kiss, and then she let her hand drop and moved away. Ian stood stiff,

unmoving, and she almost laughed. He really had no idea how to lighten up. It would be so amazing to watch him finally come
apart in her arms.

She trailed her finger down his body until it rested on his cock. He was hard already, proving to her that she’d been right

all along. The man needed to fuck. Not a quick, boring roll in the hay, either. A serious, “ride me hard” type of fuck that would
have his body spent and his head spinning for hours after they broke apart. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze before pulling her
hand away.

He reached for her, but she shook her head. “Not yet.”
“When?”
“When I say it’s time. Not a second before. Above all else tonight, you need to listen to me. Is that clear?”
She stood, unmoving, waiting for her comment to sink in. She expected anger. Expected him to fight her every step of the

way, and he didn’t disappoint. He took a step toward her, his eyes narrowed. “Who the hell put you in charge?”

“Nobody. Yet. But you will.”
“Bullshit.” The single word was harsh and biting and only served to fuel her amusement. The tough ones always fought

against what instinct told them was right. He could deny it all he wanted, but she saw the truth in his eyes.

“Youwill , because if you don’t, you’re going to walk out of here a very unsatisfied man. I’m going to get out of this dress.

It’s a little uncomfortable.” She swept her hands down her body, lingering on her breasts for a few seconds. His eyes widened. “I
expect you to be ready when I come out of the bathroom.”

“Ready? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She let her gaze travel over him in a slow perusal. He talked a good game, but she didn’t miss the impressive bulge of his

cock against his zipper. She couldn’t wait to have that thing inside her. “Don’t play games with me. You know what you need to
do. By the time I come back into the room, I want you naked and ready.”

She walked across the studio apartment into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Excitement thrummed through

her body. It had been a while since she’d been completely satisfied. Tonight, she would be. They both would be.

Most of the men in her life lately had been boring. Lackluster. Or they’d been in it for the thrill of fucking a vampire. The

latter turned her stomach. She didn’t mind being used, but only on her own terms.

With Ian, it would be different. Outward appearances were often deceiving. He wouldn’t be boring between the sheets.

He was hurting inside, just begging to be guided. He would welcome what she had in mind, though it might take some convincing.
She didn’t need to worry about fang envy with him. He had an amazing set of his own.

Elena stripped out of the dress -- not an easy feat given that it was a size too small. It was so tight she hadn’t even been

able to wear underwear for fear of panty lines. Despite the discomfort, she’d chosen to wear it that night for two reasons. First,
because even demons could admire a curvy woman. The way the dress squeezed her breasts together and put them on display
would make them more agreeable to giving her the information she wanted. She had no issues with using sex to get what she
wanted. As a woman, she might as well use the assets she’d been given -- especially when those assets could get her information
that would help her save a friend and the human he’d come to care about.

The second reason she’d worn the dress was much more personal than the first. Red was Ian’s favorite color. If anything

would have gotten his attention, the tight little blood-colored number would be it.

Once she shimmied out of the dress, she kicked it out of the way. For a second, she thought about toeing off her shoes,

but decided to leave them on for effect. At five-foot-three, she needed all the extra height she could get.

She glanced in the mirror and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She’d show Ian a thing or two tonight, and once they

got back home to the mansion they shared with Alec, she had a few more surprises. They all underestimated her. Thought she was

careless and stupid. Wouldn’t Alec be shocked when he found out she had the information he ’d been trying to find for two
weeks.

He’d be surprised, but upset as well. His friend Frank wasn’t the man Alec assumed he was. Frank Lawrence had been

dealing with some very bad people.

With a shake of her head, she pushed the thoughts away. She’d have to face Alec with the new information soon enough.

Tonight, she had other plans. Plans that made her giddy inside and sent a rush of heat through her pussy.

She stepped out of the bathroom and faced the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Ian, naked, on his knees in the center

of the room. His head was bowed and his hands behind his back. Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t even expected him
to be naked, let alone kneeling in front of her. Finally, he was being honest about something. Showing her with his actions what
he’d been afraid to put into words.

The sight brought tears to her eyes and she swiped them away. She’d waited for this moment for so long. Her Ian, finally

owning up to his desires and admitting to her what he really wanted.

Her Ian.
She bit her lip. Hewas hers. Had been for a long time. He just hadn’t admitted it until now.
His cock jutted out from its nest of dark hair and his balls hung heavy between his legs. His body was sheer perfection, all

smooth, fair skin and muscles that made her mouth water. He would feel so good inside her. Maybe too good. Her pussy
quivered and she let out a small moan.

Ian’s shoulders shook, but he didn’t look up to meet her eyes. “This is nuts. Don’t you see how crazy this is?”
“No. Denying what you really want is nuts. This is the only sane thing you’ve done in months.” She took a step closer and

quieted her tone. “You did this on your own. I didn’t ask for this much. That has to mean something.”

He lifted his head, confusion and anger in his gaze, and she held up her hand. “Don’t speak. I want you silent.”
How long had she dreamed of the moment when he’d be on his knees in front of her? Far too long. She’d begun to think

it would never happen, but he’d surprised her yet again.

His gaze hardened and for a few harrowing seconds, she expected him to protest, but then he dropped it back to the

ground.

“Good boy.” She smiled even as her nipples hardened into stiff, aching peaks.
She pinched them lightly, sending a jolt of heat straight to her cunt. She could touch herself to relieve some of the pressure,

but she’d rather Ian took care of that for her. She walked over to the small, oak table nestled in the corner of the room, grabbed
the chair tucked under it, and brought it to where Ian knelt. She propped one foot on the chair and leaned down to thread her
fingers through his hair, lifting his gaze to meet hers.

“Put your mouth on me, Ian. Make me come.”

Chapter 4

The breath sawed in and out of Ian’s lungs and his mouth had long since run dry. What the hell was he doing? Instinct

warned him that he was crazy, giving himself over to her like this, but at the same time his cock hardened even more. It now lay
flat against his stomach and he felt a drop of pre-cum soak the tip.

How had she known?
Her fingers tightened in his hair and he hissed out a breath. “I believe I told you to do something.”
Oh, God.
He lifted his hands to grab her hips and pull her closer, needing to get a taste of her. Needing to get his tongue inside all

that wet heat.

“No. Put your hands back where they were. Just your mouth and nothing else.”
He froze, unsure of what to do next. If he listened, he would be admitting weakness. If he grabbed her anyway, she might

kick him out. The thought of being thrown out of her apartment was enough to spur him into action. He pressed his lips against her
slick folds and drew in a breath. The musky scent of her arousal made his balls tighten. His cock ached to be stroked, but he held
back. She wouldn’t let him do it. He didn’t even have to ask to know the truth. This was all about pleasing her. About showing
her he could be enough man to satisfy her. Hewould satisfy her. Many times over. She would never need to go trolling bars for
men again.

He drew his tongue along her folds, and her sharp intake of breath told him she liked what he ’d done. He did it again,

earning another gasp. He smiled against her skin. She was as primed as he was.

“Don’t stop, Ian.” The hard edge to her voice made something inside him shake. Though he wanted to protest her

commanding tone, at the same time he welcomed it. Craved it even. God, he’d wanted this for so long.

He dragged his tongue up her pussy until he reached her clit. When he got there, he sucked the tiny bud into his mouth and

tugged at it gently with his teeth. Her hips canted forward and her whole body swayed against him.

Bolstered by her reaction, he continued to work her clit, alternating between sucking the nub into his mouth and moving

his lips across it in a rapid rhythm that had her panting and moaning his name. He blew a hot stream of air over her skin and she
cried out.

“That’s it, Ian. Just… like… that.”
His fingers itched to get inside her, but he kept his hands clasped behind his back as she ’d told him to do. If he touched

her, even a little bit, she might leave him hard and wanting all night long. Instead, he settled for thrusting his tongue into her cunt,
over and over, until she dug her nails into his shoulders.

“Don’t let me fall.”
He pulled his mouth away and looked up at her. “I’d have to use my hands to hold you up.”
She stroked his face with her fingertips. The look on her face was one of pure adoration. “Do it. I’m so close. Hold me up

when I come.”

He took advantage of her demand and gripped her hips in his palms, pulling her toward him. Then he pressed his face

back into her pussy. His fangs burst from his gums and scraped along her skin.

Above him, Elena writhed and moaned. Her breathing was jagged and fierce tremors raced through her cunt. One little

push and she’d topple over the edge. He sank his fangs into her pussy lips.

That was all it took for her to come apart. Her fingers tightened in his hair until he thought she might rip the strands from

his scalp. Her moans echoed in the small room and her hips bucked wildly against his mouth. He released his teeth and brought his
tongue back to her clit, pressing down even as he swirled over the flesh. She tasted incredible, just as he knew she would. Sex
and blood. He lapped at her juices, unable to get enough of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elena’s tremors slowed and she tugged on his hair. “Stop. That’s enough.”
He had no intention of obeying that particular command.Not enough. Not even close . It wouldn’t be enough until he’d

wrung every last quake from her.

She reached down and pulled his hands off her body, stepping away so fast the chair fell to the floor with a clatter. His

body cried out from the loss of contact, but she just glared at him. “I told you that was enough.”

“Bullshit. That isn’t for you to decide.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Everything tonight is for me to decide.”
He started to stand and reach for her, but she shook her head. “Stay on your knees. You aren’t to even try to get up right

now.”

His cock throbbed and a lump formed in his throat. “I need to fuck you, Elena.”

“Then you should have listened.”
She moved across the room to the bed and flopped down on the mattress.
Ian watched her through slitted eyes, his cock so hard a strong breeze would make him come. His whole body burned.

He sucked in a breath and blew it out slowly, trying to regain some semblance of control, though he already knew it was a lost
cause. He didn’t have any control right now. Not even a little bit. She had it all.

The idea should have disturbed him, and on some level it did, but he also welcomed it. There were things he ’d always

wanted to explore but had never found the right woman to explore them with him. Not until Elena. Her legs were spread, revealing
her glistening pussy. And those fucking red heels… He swallowed a groan. Her musky taste still clung to his lips, mingled with the
sharp tang of her blood. He ran his tongue across his lips to collect the remnants of Elena that lingered there.

She made him wait until his thighs burned and every muscle screamed for a change in position. He didn ’t dare move,

though, for fear that she’d roll over and go to sleep and leave him waiting all night for some sort of relief.

After what felt like hours but had probably only been a matter of a few minutes, she propped up on her elbows, met his

eyes, and gave him a sly smile. “What are you waiting for?”

His gut tightened. Still, he didn’t dare move. She wasn’t asking him to join her on the bed. She was testing him. He

swallowed against the lump in his throat. “Permission.” The word came out softer than he’d expected, but he wouldn’t repeat it.
To say it once had cost him too much.

“I didn’t hear you. You need to repeat yourself.”
His temper chose that moment to flare, and he didn’t even have a chance to rein it in. It had been building since she’d first

walked into the bathroom, and though logic and lust had warned him to ignore it, it continued to bubble just below the surface.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Elena? I’ve already bared my soul to you. I have nothing left to give. What do you expect
me to do now?”

“I want you to repeat your answer to my question.”
His skin heated and the muscles in his back ached. She knew exactly which buttons to push, and she was pushing them all

tonight. “Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I want to be this way? I never fucking asked for this. I don’t even know if
I want it, but I can’t seem to get rid of it. Justthinking about surrendering to you makes me hard, and that fucking sucks.”

He braced himself, waiting for her anger, but it never came. Instead, she did something unexpected. She scooted off the

bed and walked over to where he knelt, stopping in front of him. She brought his head to her stomach and stroked his hair.

His breath left him in a whoosh and relief flooded his system. His cheek rested against the soft curve of her belly and her

hand caressed his hair. What the hell was she trying to do to him? It made no sense, and yet at the same time it was the only thing
that had ever felt truly right. His hands came up and wrapped around her. She’d managed to strip him raw within a few minutes,
and he never wanted to let her go.

“I know, baby,” she whispered. “I feel it, too. It scares me as much as it scares you.”
He couldn’t stop the rough laugh that rumbled from his chest. “Bullshit.”
“It’s true. I… have feelings for you that scare the hell out of me.”
He pressed a kiss to her stomach. He knew how much the admission had cost her. “So where do we go from here?”
“To bed.” She backed up and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Every muscle in Elena’s body trembled. Already she was primed again, dying to have Ian inside her. When he ’d bitten

down, she’d thought she might come out of her skin. Now it was time to return the favor.

She motioned to the mattress. “Lay down.”
Once he’d done as she asked, she knelt over him and pressed a kiss to his lips. His hand tangled in her hair while his

tongue thrust into her mouth. Her pussy and nipples started to tingle, and the fangs she ’d been trying to hold back threatened to
burst from her gums. She moaned into his mouth and ran her fingers up his chest until she reached his nipples. Her nails scraped
across the flat discs. Ian pulled her closer and nipped at her lip.

With a sigh, she broke the kiss and pulled back. She swiped her tongue along her lips and tasted the coppery tang of

blood. He’d bitten her hard, and she fought a smile. The man really was too gorgeous for his own good, and he didn’t even realize
it.

She straddled his hips, rubbing her pussy along the length of his cock. His hips bucked and he groaned. She wanted

nothing more than to slip him inside her and ride him hard, but not yet. Soon. Her hands ran up the sides of his body before
leaning forward, supporting her weight with her palms on the mattress.

“Touch my breasts.”
Ian brought his hands up to cup the mounds of flesh in his warm palms. His thumbs ran across her nipples, flicking and

playing and sending shocks of sensation straight to her pussy. She continued to rub herself along his length, but soon the
movements, combined with Ian’s hands, got to be too much. She didn’t want to come again so soon. Not until she cradled him
inside her. She wanted to hold back and make him wait until he was crazy with need, but she’d waited too long to get him in her

bed. It would be a good long while before she assuaged the need. As much as she wanted to wait, to prolong Ian ’s release as
well as her own, her body screamed to get him where he belonged. She lifted her hips long enough to slip him inside her pussy,
and then she sank all the way down his length.

A moan ripped from her throat at the feel of him.Finally . She rocked against him and a shock raced through her cunt.

The sensations were delicious and unlike anything she’d felt before. She’d known for a long time that she cared about him, but she
hadn’t realized how deep those feelings ran until tonight.

Her gaze locked with Ian’s and she almost sobbed. He was looking at her with such reverence that she almost couldn’t

bear it. He was the most incredible, complex man. She was lucky that he even looked twice at her. He could have any woman he
wanted -- but none of them could give him what she could.

She licked her lips. “Fuck me, Ian.”
He only hesitated for a second before he fulfilled her request. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down just as he

slammed up against her. The thrust was so hard it rattled her jaw and she cried out from the pleasure and pain. He held her so
tight that moving was just about impossible. She could only go along for the ride and he pounded into her, hard and furious,
driving her closer and closer to the brink. Soon another round of tremors started in her pussy and spread up through her core.

“Fuck, Elena. You feel so fucking incredible.”
A giggle bubbled up in her throat at his language. Never one to watch what he said, the profanities seemed to increase

with his level of arousal.

She leaned down to press a kiss to his chest before she ran her tongue across one of his nipples. “You feel so good inside

me, Ian. You really know how to fuck a woman.”

A harsh laugh burst from his throat, but he said nothing. He continued to hammer into her, his thrusts growing more and

more erratic, until he stiffened and pulled her down hard on top of him. The heat of his come pumping into her made her body
explode in orgasm. She gripped the comforter and twisted it in her fists as her body succumbed to the tremors washing over her in
a never-ending wave of light and sensation. It seemed like hours before she finally regained herself again and when she did, she
collapsed on Ian and kissed him hard.

I love you. The words caught in her throat, but she refused to let them out. There would be time for them later. Once

she’d managed to convince him she wasn’t the only one who needed taming.

She rolled off and tucked herself against his side. She’d give him a brief rest, but in a few hours, she had another surprise

planned. One he would fight even more until he realized how much pleasure it would bring him. A smile curved her lips. Watching
him derive pleasure would bring her pleasure, too. With her hand on his chest, she drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Elena woke up sometime later to find the sliding doors to the back porch open. Ian stood outside, dressed, leaning against

the railing. She’d known him for going on fifty years, and she knew enough about him to figure out what was going through his
head. He’d try to shut her out now. Guilt would prod him to push her away if she let him alone long enough.

She didn’t intend to give him the chance.
She climbed out of bed and padded across the plush carpet, stepping out onto the stone porch. Ian stiffened, but didn’t

turn around. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, suddenly needing his warmth against her. “Talk to
me.”

“We should leave soon. The sun will be coming up, and we need to get home. I don’t like cutting it close.”
She closed her eyes. He wasn’t going to make this easy for her. He’d fight her every step of the way. She was okay with

that. She could fight, too, and she knew how to play dirty.

“We’re not leaving. Not yet, at least.”
“We can’t stay here. Alec is expecting me to bring you back before sunup, but if we hang out here much longer it’s going

to be too late to leave.”

Exactly what she had in mind. If they went back to the mansion now, Ian would shut her out. She needed more time. They

both did.

“Alec can wait another day. He’s so busy with Adriana that he probably hasn’t even noticed we’re gone.”
Ian’s pleading gaze nearly undid her, but then he schooled his expression. The usual hard professionalism filled his eyes.

“We need to feed. We can’t do that here.”

She rolled her eyes. Did he think she was new at this or something? “Sure we can. Ever heard of delivery?”

Chapter 5

Ian sat in the chair in the corner, his hands behind his head, watching through slitted eyes as Elena rushed to get the door

open. The familiar bounce was back in her step and she looked nothing like the domineering woman she’d been earlier that night.
To his surprise, both sides of her turned him on equally. His cock stirred to life yet again and he tried to tamp down the lust raging
through his body. She said she had a food source. A live one. There would be no sex -- at least not until after they’d fed.

Just before she pulled the door open, Elena glanced at him over her shoulder. “You trust me, right?”
“Hell, no.” He wasn’t crazy. The woman was a loose cannon.
“Well, pretend you do for a little while. Don’t argue with me or you’re going to starve.”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she opened the door and ushered a man inside. The guy was young --

maybe twenty -- with dark hair and tanned skin, and he was looking at Elena like he wanted to eat her alive.

All Ian’s senses went on alert, his hands dropping to clench the arms of the chair. What the hell kind of game was she

playing? Was she trying to piss him off?

As if in answer to her question, the other man leaned in and kissed her. “You haven’t been around lately, Elena. I’ve

missed you.”

She murmured something Ian didn’t catch before she wrapped her arms around the guy’s neck and pulled him in for a

deeper kiss. Ian was out of the chair before he could stop himself, but Elena broke the kiss and glanced at him over her shoulder.
“Sit, Ian. Don’t move again until I tell you to.”

His eyes narrowed and he thought about arguing -- or better still, grabbing her and dragging her to bed right in front of

herfriend -- but he flopped back into the chair. If he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t get to feed, and Lord knew he needed that more
than anything at the moment. Elena and her sensual games had managed to wear him out. He’d already started to weaken.

He muttered a curse.
“Watch your language.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The response came out as a biting whisper. Elena only shook her head.
“Jesse doesn’t mind being a donor for both of us, but he wants to have a little fun in return.”
Ian stiffened. Fun? What the fuck did she have in mind? And what made her think he’d go along with what promised to be

something so twisted?

The other guy, Jesse, met Ian’s gaze and Ian swallowed hard. The blatant sensuality he found there had a knot forming in

his stomach. Still, he sat in the chair, fixated on Elena as she helped Jesse strip out of his clothes. He was probably as hard as Ian
-- what guy wouldn’t be when faced with a beauty like Elena? -- but Ian refused to even go there.

Elena’s hands ran down Jesse’s chest, stopping just before she reached his crotch. She licked her lips and glanced at Ian.

“Are you hungry, baby?”

He shook his head. He had been, but now he wasn’t so sure. This was too sexual. Feeding from humans was one thing,

but adding naked, aroused bodies into the mix wasn’t something he was comfortable with. He looked out the window and drew a
few deep breaths.

“Yes, you are. You’re starving, Ian. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t lie to me. Come over here and feed.”
The soft sound of creaking springs filled the room and he glanced over to find Jesse and Elena lying on the mattress. A

chill ran down his spine, half from anxiety and half from an arousal he would never admit aloud.

He’d fed from men before, but never when they were naked. Never in such a charged atmosphere. The sexual tension

hanging in the air was so thick he almost choked on it. The fact that he was as hard as the other guy didn’t do anything to settle his
stomach.

Elena’s laugh filled the room. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, giving him a good view of her sopping pussy.

He swallowed hard. The lust came rushing back, clouding his mind.

“Come over here and eat me, baby.” She laughed again, and the husky sound settled right in his groin. “I need you right

here with me.”

He groaned. God, she aroused him to the point of near-insanity. No. Itwas insanity because she had him thinking about

things he’d never even once considered. He thought about fighting it, but in the end, hunger won out over discomfort. His fangs
burst from his gums and his stomach twisted. He stood up and moved toward the bed, his cock tight against his pants. He ’d do
what she asked, then he’d feed, but his clothes would stay on the entire time.

When he reached the mattress, he dropped to his knees and pulled Elena to him, his mouth settling over her pussy. He

sucked her clit between his lips and ran his fangs over the bud, making her squirm against him. Satisfaction swelled inside him. She
knew the other guy well, had obviously spent time in bed with him, but it was Ian’s mouth she wanted on her.

He pushed his fingers into her pussy, curling them up to hit her G-spot. He stroked her there, his tongue swirling over her

clit, and she screamed. For the few minutes he worked at her pussy, he almost forgot Jesse was there, but a soft moaning sound
snapped Ian back to reality. He met Jesse’s eyes and the heat there nearly made Ian pull away. He started to release Elena and
move back, but Jesse shook his head. Without a word, he rolled to his side and bent to suck one of Elena ’s nipples into his
mouth.

An icy sliver of jealousy wedged in Ian ’s mind, but he pushed it away. Elena ’s moans and cries of pleasure made

whatever happened worth it. He wanted to make her happy, and if this was what did it for her, he could go along with it. For
now.

He pressed his fingers deeper into her cunt and bit down on her clit. Her body bowed and she came with a harsh groan,

her hips thrusting against his mouth. Ian pulled his fingers out of her and held her still, lapping at her juices. He would have stayed
between her legs all night, if that’s what she asked of him, but she didn’t. Instead, she pushed at his head until he released her.

He glanced up at her and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Elena crawled toward him and reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Nothing at all. I have other plans for you.

Lose the clothes, Ian, so we can have some real fun.”

Chapter 6

Elena’s gaze stayed on Ian. She waited for him to shake his head. To deny he wanted what she did and tell her she could

take her ideas and shove them. He didn’t say a word. He just knelt on the floor by the end of the mattress, his uncertain gaze
going from her to Jesse and back again. He didn’t stand and undress as she’d told him to, but he didn’t say no, either.

She’d already broken through his rigid control. Now she wanted to see just how far she could push him. He was

uncomfortable. She understood that. But this would bring him so much pleasure if he’d just allow it to happen.

He stood and swung his gaze to hers, his chin glistening with her wetness and his lips parted. His fangs brushed his bottom

lip and his gaze shot fire. He said nothing, but he didn’t need to. His body said it all.

His cock was stiff against the zipper of his pants, and the look in his eyes was wild. Untamed. Just what she ’d been

waiting years to see. He was hungry and horny, and still for some reason, he held himself back, unwilling to take all the pleasure
that had been offered to him. She sighed. He still had to let go of all his issues.

Jesse was a man, and that set Ian on edge. She shook her head. Most vampires who’d reached the one century mark

didn’t care one way or the other. Sex was a way to alleviate boredom, and anything new would be a welcome change. Ian had
held on to his beliefs for far too long, and it was well past time to change that.

She scooted back on the mattress and beckoned him with a crook of her finger. “Come on, baby. He wants this. He’s

here for you to enjoy.”

Ian’s nostrils flared. “No.”
Elena held back a sigh of frustration. He would take a little more convincing than she ’d hoped. He was close, but still

unsure. Time for a little push.

She leaned down to Jesse and ran her fangs along his nipple. Then she bit his chest. Jesse let out a hiss, half pleasure, half

pain, and his fists grasped the comforter. She lapped at the wound for a few seconds, reveling in the taste of his warm, salty
essence against her tongue, but then she pulled back. Blood welled on Jesse’s chest in fat, red droplets and he sucked in a breath
rife with arousal. His pleading gaze grazed hers before he looked past her at Ian.

Elena got off the bed and walked up behind Ian. She wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered in his ear. “Feed.

I know you want to. Can’t you see that Jesse wants it, too?”

He stiffened underneath her touch. “This is nuts. Absolutely fucking nuts.”
“You’ve mentioned that before, and the excuses are starting to get a little old. What’s nuts is the way you constantly deny

who you really are.” She nipped at his shoulder through the smooth fabric of his shirt. “Part of being a vampire is being able to
indulge in sex, any way you want it, without human emotions like guilt bogging you down.”

She glanced at Jesse to see the blood starting to drip down the side of his chest. She licked her lips, but she wouldn ’t

suckle the wounds. She’d save those for Ian. “Do it. You need to.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”
The petulance in his voice made her laugh, and it also strengthened her resolve. Ian was testing her, just as she ’d tested

him earlier. In a battle of wills, Elena would always win. Alec had once told her she had the tenacity of a pit bull. She put her hand
on Ian’s back and gave him a little nudge forward. “I can, and I will. Feed. Now. That’s not a request.”

With a harsh groan, he broke out of her hold and stepped forward, setting his knees on the bed. He leaned down and

pressed his mouth to Jesse’s chest. He ate like a man starving, and she smiled to herself. He was starving, but probably hadn’t
realized it until that second.

Watching Ian’s lips move over Jesse’s chest made lust curl in her belly. She brought her hands to her breasts and grasped

her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling the peaks, dragging a soft moan from her throat. One hand left her nipple
and dipped between her legs to absently stroke her clit. A tingle shot through her middle.

Ian’s panting breaths mingled with Jesse’s, and Jesse’s hand came to rest on Ian’s head, holding him close. Ian’s back

stiffened. She stroked herself a few more times before she dropped her hands and made her way to the bed, needing to touch Ian.
Needing to be close to him.

She moved behind Ian, bringing her hips in contact with his ass, and slid her hands around his body until she found the

waistband of his jeans. With a few flicks of her fingers, she managed to unbutton them and pull the zipper down, so she could slip
her hand into his boxers. She found the hard length of his cock and circled her hand around it, earning a harsh groan from Ian for
her efforts.

He shifted his hips and lifted his head to glance over his shoulder, dislodging Jesse’s hand. “What are you doing?”
“Feed.” She pushed his head back down toward Jesse’s chest. “Don’t talk.”
He hesitated only for a second before he did as told. His suckling sounds once again filled the room, driving her arousal

even higher. There wasn’t anything better than a night of sensual play with two of the most beautiful men on earth -- one of them
being the man she’d been dreaming of for too many years to count.

She continued to stroke up and down the length of Ian’s cock, but soon she released him and gave his hair a tug. If she let

him feed much longer, Jesse would have no energy left. “That’s enough. Wouldn’t want to drain him dry.”

Ian rocked back on his heels and Elena sighed. He still had yet to do what she’d asked him to. The man had far too many

clothes on for them to have any fun. “The clothes, Ian. Lose them. Now. They’re only going to get in the way.”

He pushed off the bed and stood next to the mattress. His gaze locked with hers, and he started unbuttoning his shirt

slowly. Too slowly. Elena decided to hurry him along. She knelt on the bed, giving Ian a good view of what she had planned, and
bent down to take Jesse’s cock in her mouth.

Ian’s gaze darkened and his jaw hardened, but he didn’t say anything. His movements sped up and in a few seconds all

his clothes had been piled on the floor next to the bed. He stayed where he stood, but he didn’t protest what she was doing and
she took that as a good sign. She continued to work Jesse’s cock until he was moaning and bucking under her. Still Ian stood
there, his cock jutting away from his body and a drop of pre-come leaking from the head. Her pussy fluttered at the sight.

She released Jesse’s cock and gave the human a pat on the hip before she moved back to kneel in the center of the bed,

leaving plenty of room for Ian. “That’s enough for now. You’ll have to wait for more. Ian, lie down.”

Her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to get a taste of Ian’s cock.
He muttered a curse, but he settled onto his back on the mattress.
“That’s it, baby.” She leaned in and took Ian’s cock into her mouth. His hips came off the bed.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Elena.”
She took him deeper, until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. She tightened her lips around him and

pulled back slowly. His cock popped out of her mouth and she swirled her tongue over the head.

Not one to be left out for long, Jesse straddled Ian’s shins and leaned in close. He pressed a kiss to the tip of Ian’s cock.
Ian’s eyes darkened even more and his chest heaved. His glare shot daggers at Elena, but he didn’t protest. Didn’t say a

word when Jesse slipped Ian’s cock into his mouth and sucked. Discomfort flashed across his gaze and his hips bucked. He
grabbed Elena’s wrist and tugged her over to him. His eyes pleaded and she couldn’t deny him what he needed. She leaned in
and kissed him. It was a hard, lingering kiss that scorched her soul. Everything inside her quivered.

By the time she pulled away, her pussy had started to slicken again with her juices. She flopped to her back, legs spread,

and fingered her nipples. Watching Jesse suck Ian sent a wave of delicious shivers through her. Ian ’s gaze met hers and though
she found discomfort there, she also found something else. Desire. Acceptance, even. He loved what Jesse was doing to him.

She’d never cared about him more. She rolled to her side and kissed Ian on the cheek. “I love you, Ian. I always have.”
He shook everywhere. “Then for hell’s sake, don’t make me wait to get inside you.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
Jesse released Ian’s cock and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Elena settled on her back, reaching her arms out for

Ian. He didn’t waste any time fitting himself between her legs. He knelt there and lifted her hips, angling them up against his thighs.
His cock prodded her entrance and he pushed inside. The invasion alone was enough to make her scream. And then Jesse ’s
fingers brushed over her clit, circling the nub. She panted and writhed. It was all too much. Her body felt like it might explode.

Ian’s fingers replaced Jesse’s on her clit and Jesse moved to suckle her breasts. The feel of Ian pounding into her, along

with Jesse’s warm mouth closed over her nipple, pushed her over the edge. Her nails dug into Jesse’s shoulder and she held on
tight, riding out the waves of her orgasm. Neither man stopped, wringing tremor after tremor out of her. Ian groaned and stiffened
over her, shaking with his own release. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and pulled out, releasing her but still kneeling between
her thighs.

When Elena’s breathing finally slowed, she stroked Jesse’s hair. “You’ve been neglected tonight.”
“It’s okay.” His voice was thick with arousal.
“No, it’s not.” She pushed him onto his back and knelt next to him, licking a path from his collarbone down to his

stomach, just above his cock. She sucked his hard length back into her mouth again and he let out a harsh groan.

His eyes closed and he fisted his hands in the comforter. “I love your mouth, Elena.”
She bobbed her head up and down on Jesse’s cock, her gaze locked with Ian’s. His green eyes had taken on a stormy

hue. Aggravation bubbled just beneath the surface, but it mingled with heat and lust and a deeper emotion that echoed inside her.
He loved her. How long would it take him to admit it?

Jesse’s hand tangled in her hair and he held her still. His hips bucked once, twice, before he came, shooting his load into

her mouth. Elena pulled her mouth away and swallowed, swiping a hand across her lips. She gave Ian a sly smile and was
surprised when he returned it. He shook his head.

“I don’t know why you think you can get away with this kind of thing.”
She brushed a kiss across Jesse’s hip. He sat up, his back against the headboard, and winked at Ian. “Didn’t you have

fun?”

“I want to say no.”
“But you can’t.”
Ian shook his head. He glanced at Elena and the need she saw in his eyes made a lump form in her throat. It wasn ’t a

physical need, but rather an emotional one. A soul-deep, yearning need she recognized. It was something she felt every time he
stood close to her. She tried to swallow against the sudden buildup of emotion, but it didn’t go away. Her heart thumped against
her ribcage and she reached for him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too.” His voice wasn’t much more than a whisper and it made her tighten her arms around him.
Jesse cleared his throat and scooted off the bed. “Well, before this gets any more uncomfortable, I think I’ll be going.”
Elena pulled away from Ian and Jesse pressed a hard, fast kiss to her lips. He kissed Ian next and the kiss lingered. When

he stood, he shook his head. “Thank you both. This was an incredible night.”

Elena smiled. It had been incredible. “I’ll call you later.”
He started pulling on his clothes. “Will you?”
“Of course I will.” Even as she said the words, she began to doubt them. It would be up to Ian.
Jesse finished dressing and turned to Ian. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but you’re damned sexy. I wish I

could have fucked you tonight.”

Ian stiffened and coughed. It was a few seconds before he answered. “Um… thanks.”
Elena held back a laugh as Jesse walked out the door.

Chapter 7

The cool, familiar surroundings of the grounds soothed Ian. His mind worked overtime to assimilate what had happened

with Elena, but he couldn’t make sense of it. All he knew was that he never wanted the feeling to end. It made no sense to him.
He’d always prided himself on his control. On being able to handle any situation that had been thrown his way. He was a born
leader.

So what the fuck was wrong with him, letting Elena take charge the way she had? Something in his head was screwed up.

He couldn’t think of any other explanation.

Liar.
He shook his head. Hedid have an explanation, but it defied logic. He let her do what she had because he liked it. A lot.
He walked up the steps toward the house looming in front of him. Elena had said she’d meet him here. She’d insisted she

could drive on her own. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, but she’d brushed his concern off, telling him she had no use for it.

He clenched his hands into fists. Damn it, she better not have meant she had no use forhim .
He tried the knob and wasn’t surprised to find the door unlocked. No one could get onto the property without

permission. Alec had made certain of that long ago. In the unlikely event that someone made it through the front gates, there
werethings on the grounds that would prevent them from venturing up to the house. Illusions, mostly, but potent ones. The
intruder would run away screaming and would probably have nightmares for months.

As he stepped over the threshold, the hair on his arms prickled, alerting him to the presence in the room. “Good evening,

Adriana.”

She stepped out of the shadows at the base of the stairs. “How did you know I was there?”
He shrugged. “Call it a hunch.”
Her soft, floral scent clung to the air and he smiled. For so long it had been he, Alec, and Elena. Ian had been against Alec

bringing Adriana to live with them, at first, but now he realized Alec had done what he had to. She needed Alec ’s help, and her
presence had caused unexpected changes in Ian’s oldest friend. The frail human had softened Alec’s rough edges.

“You’ve been gone longer than you said.”
He nodded.
“You told Alec you’d be back last night. We worried about you today when you didn’t call.”
“Sorry.” He glanced away to hide a smile. As the only human in a houseful of vampires, Adriana should have faded into

the background. Instead she’d taken on the role of mother hen.

She walked closer, her eyes narrowed. A smile broke out over her face. “I smell her on you.”
Ian tensed.No way . He’d showered before he’d come home, though Elena had joined him. He should have known her

senses would be stronger than an ordinary human’s. Though Adriana was a human, she’d been living on small doses of Alec’s
blood for years, and it was bound to have some side effects. “Smell who?”

“Elena.”
The word hit him like a punch in the gut. If Adriana noticed, Alec would notice, too. The last thing he needed was a pile of

endless questions. There would be questions, too. Alec knew what Elena liked.

Instead of taunting him, Adriana just gave him a sly smile. Well past time to change the subject.
“Has he changed you yet?”
Her smile fell and she narrowed her eyes. “No.”
“You’ll have to let him soon. Before your body fails you more.”
“Changing the subject isn’t going to work. I already know what you’ve been doing. Alec is waiting to talk to you. He

wants you to meet him in the library.” With a shake of her head and a light laugh, she walked away.

Ian took the stairs two at a time, his pulse pounding and his throat dry. If Adriana knew, then Alec must know as well.

And if she reallyknew , Elena must have made it back before he did. He let out a frustrated sigh. Why hadn’t she just taken out a
billboard?

He turned the corner at the top of the stairs and headed down the hall to the library. When he entered the room, he found

Alec standing by the window overlooking the back yard.

“Adriana said you had something to talk to me about.”
Alec sighed and turned to Ian. “What was Elena doing, talking to demons? She’s going to get herself killed one of these

days.”

Not if Ian could help it. There was no way he was going to let her pick up strangers in bars anymore. Though she ’d

confessed to him that she’d only left with the biker to make him jealous, he wouldn’t let her take stupid chances with her safety.

“You’ve spoken with her? She’s here?”

“She got here about ten minutes ago.”
“What did she say?”
“She’s found out for certain how Frank was able to get my blood.”
Ian stilled. Why had Elena not mentioned that little fact to him? What else had she kept from him? “And how would that

be?”

“It’s what I suspected from the start, but I hadn’t been able to prove anything. Loralei.”
Ian shook his head. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.”
And he would have been glad never to hear it again. Alec had gotten involved with Loralei years ago, despite Ian ’s

warnings. It had almost gotten him killed.

When Loralei had held Alec captive, she’d siphoned his blood to keep him weak. It had taken him months to recover

once he’d been rescued.

“Frank got my blood from Loralei. She’s resurfaced.”
Ian nodded, though a chill rushed down his spine. “It’s not over.”
They all should have known better than to hope she would never burst back into their lives.
“No. And she was probably the one behind the threats Adriana had before she came to live here. We’ll have to find her

and stop her before she causes any more trouble. Elena managed to get an address, but I don’t want to move in too soon. Odds
are the man Elena got the address from has gone back to alert Loralei. Let’s give it a few days, and then we’ll see what we can
do.”

Ian’s familiar control slipped back into place and he welcomed it. He would need it now, with what they would have to

face. Alec was right. If they moved in now, she’d be expecting it. They had to wait.

“Elena’s looking for you, by the way.” A slight smile curved Alec’s lips.
“What did she say to you?”
“Just to tell you that she wanted to speak with you. That she’d be in the kitchen when you got back.”
Ian nodded and started to leave the room, his cock already getting hard. Now that they were home, he couldn’t wait to

have her in his bed. He’d stopped on the way home to pick up something he hoped she wouldn’t mind using. Sinking into her for
a few hours would help him forget what Alec had just told him. At the moment, he needed the distraction.

Alec’s voice called him back. “When I asked you to calm her down, I hadn’t expected you to take such a hands-on

approach.”

“That’s bullshit, and we both know it. You set this up from the beginning.”
“Would I really do that to my best friend?”
The amusement in Alec’s tone made Ian grind his teeth. Of course he would. Alec was under the misguided impression

that, since he was happy in his sappy little loving relationship, everyone else should have the same experience. Ian would have to
remember to thank him for it later. “I wouldn’t doubt it for a second.”

“You’re good for her,” Alec said. “She’s good for you, too.”
Ian froze in the act of stepping through the doorway. What had Elena told him? “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing in particular. Just that, from where I’m standing, you two have always seemed like a perfect fit. I don’t know

why it took you so long to figure that out.”

He let out a harsh laugh. He was still working on accepting it. In one night, Elena had managed to turn his world upside

down. And Jesse… Ian sighed. It should have unsettled him more than it did. He wouldn’t mind if Elena did call him in the future.
But not too soon. He needed some time to adjust first.

He walked out of the room and rushed down the stairs in search of Elena. When he found her standing in the kitchen,

facing the sink, an idea hit him. A wicked idea she wouldn’t be expecting. She didn’t know he was there, and he could use that to
his advantage. She’d had her fun, and now it was his turn. As quietly as he could, he stepped into the room.

Chapter 8

Elena heard the footsteps behind her only seconds before strong arms wrapped around her middle and tugged her back

against a hard chest. Her heart sped up for the second it took to recognize Ian’s scent.

If she hadn’t been so caught up in her thoughts, about him, she would have heard his approach.
She struggled to break free from his hold. When she managed to get loose, she turned and fixed him with a glare. “What

do you think you’re doing?”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. The heat in his gaze said it all. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips and his fingers

curled around her waist. He backed her into the wall and pressed his body to hers. His erection prodded her belly, even through
the layers of their clothes, and she shuddered. Her nipples pebbled, her panties dampened, and her pussy muscles quivered. All
from the intensity in his eyes. Instinct warned her to put a stop to this, now, before he started ordering her around, but she didn’t.
Couldn’t. She licked her lips, waiting to see what he had planned.

Ian leaned in for a scorching kiss that sent shivers straight to her pussy. She clung to him, clutching at his shirt and rubbing

herself against him. The shower earlier that night had been a teaser. Though she ’d come, he’d still left her wanting more. She
wanted it. Now.

When he broke away, he smiled down at her. “I like it when you wear skirts. Always wear skirts.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “That better not be an order.”
“It’s not, sweetheart. Definitely not. It’s a request.”
He bunched the material of her skirt up until it rode above her hips. His hands skimmed her thighs and settled on her ass,

tugging her against him. She let her head drop back against the wall. He was close, but it wasn ’t enough. It would never be
enough with him.

He released her long enough to step back and free his cock from the confines of his pants. Her breath caught in her throat.

Was he really planning to fuck her right there, in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in?

Lord, she hoped so.
She reached for him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back against her. He reached between them to the waistband of

her panties and gave a sharp tug. The sound of material tearing rent the air as he pulled the panties away from her body. He
tossed them over his shoulder before he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, brushing against hers,
and at the same time, he lifted her off the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down the side of her neck. When he reached the spot where her neck met her shoulder,

he bit down. At the same time, he rammed his cock into her, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. If she screamed,
Alec and Adriana would come running, and having them walk in was the last thing she wanted.

His fangs grazed her skin before he sank them into her and tore at the delicate flesh. The jolt of pain only added to her

pleasure, making her writhe against him. Tiny, electric jolts ran from her clit straight down to her cunt and her inner muscles
trembled around him.

With every thrust of his hips, Ian slammed her back against the wall. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, her mouth

opening on a moan she couldn’t hold back. Ian suckled at her neck, and every stroke of his tongue across her skin brought her
closer to climax. He bent his knees a little to deepen the contact, and she came apart in his arms. Every cell in her body tingled
and her inner muscles clenched, trying to hold him in tight. He pounded into her, his soft grunts filling the air around them, until he
followed her into release.

Once her tremors stilled, he let her go and she slid down his body until her feet landed on the floor. He leaned his

forehead against hers and kissed her nose.

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“Fuck you?” He laughed.
“No. Surprise me. You know I hate surprises.” At least she’d always thought she had. Ian had just proven her wrong.
He reached down between her legs and tweaked her clit. Her whole body trembled. “Seems to me you were pretty okay

with it a second ago.”

She tried to deny it, but she couldn’t. In truth, the way he’d snuck up on her and taken what he wanted had been a huge

turn on.Huge . She had a feeling they would be able to keep things interesting for many years to come, but Ian didn ’t need to
know that.

She schooled her expression and tried to make it stern, though she had a feeling she failed. “We have a lot of work to do.

I’m assuming you talked to Alec.”

“Work can wait. I have better ideas to fill the time for a good, long while.”

“And what would those be?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long length of white cotton rope. He lifted her hand and placed the rope in it.

“I don’t know. Any ideas?”

Excitement shimmered across her skin and settled in her pussy. Ian tied to her huge four-poster bed definitely topped her

list. “I could think of a few things.”

“So, what are you waiting for?”
“Not a thing.” Picking up her ruined panties, she smoothed her skirt down, grabbed his hand, and led him out of the room.

The End

Immortal Games: Prey

Jonah Markham is the best in his field. Regarded by some as a cold-blooded killer, he prides himself on his control in any

given situation. He’s seen things, done things that would make most men’s stomachs turn. Things that will send him to hell for sure.
Kidnapping a stranger and taking her out should be an easy job, but once he gets a good look in her big blue eyes.

Sophie has a mission -- to find out why her brother’s blood was stolen. She’s been fascinated by Jonah since the first time

she caught him watching her, and he works for her primary suspect. She can think of a hundred different ways to persuade
Jonah to tell her what she wants to know.

Jonah soon realizes he’s kidnapped a dangerous woman -- a vampire who likes to toy with her prey. Things just got a lot

more complicated…

Elisa Adams

Elisa grew up near Salem, Massachusetts. A longtime lover of all things paranormal, she began her writing career with

horror stories -- but didn’t dream of publication until years later. Her favorites are dark paranormals, ghost and vampire tales.
When she isn’t writing, she can be found curled up on the couch with a book in her hands. Elisa loves to receive email from
readers. Feel free to contact her [e-mail] . Visit Elisa’s website at http://www.elisaadams.com.