VET Vampire Romance 01 - Covet

outwards from her core and carrying her away.
    Javier stilled inside her, his groans low and barely audible over the noise of the performance. He remained there for a few seconds, as though absorbing the feel of her body trembling because of him, and then withdrew.
    Lilah frowned.
    She didn’t understand.
    Javier carefully lowered her leg for her, turned her around and leaned her against the curved wall of the box. He eased to a crouch before her, picked up her discarded black panties, and slipped them back over her feet. She watched him, heart hammering and head still reeling, trying to grasp what was happening. She shivered when he finished dressing her and caressed the front of her knickers.
    He hadn’t climaxed.
    His hard cock jutted out of his open trousers, wet with her juices and dark with need.
    “Someone would know,” he said, as though it was a reasonable explanation for leaving himself unsatisfied.
    It was completely unreasonable to her. She didn’t care if anyone smelt him on her and she was sure that the one person who she didn’t want to know was already aware of what she had done with Javier. Lord Ashville.
    Javier stood and went to tuck his erection into his trousers. She stopped him by touching his hand and he looked at her. The longer lengths of his sandy hair on top of his head had fallen forwards, masking one dark eye. She took his hand away from his cock and moved to kneel in front of him. He groaned and shook his head but it didn’t stop her.
    Lilah licked his thick length, tasting herself, and took him into her mouth. He groaned and tensed, his hips bucking forwards. She closed her eyes and sucked him, rolling her tongue around the blunt head each time she withdrew, hoping to drive him out of his mind. He was cool under her tongue, rock hard with desire, and she rubbed her thighs together, her sated body starting to ache with need again. Each moan he loosed only added to her arousal. She sucked harder and he grabbed her shoulders, uttering her name in the most delicious way, driving her on.
    She quickened her pace, swiftly swallowing his cock and then sucking hard each time she withdrew. His hands trembled on her shoulders, alternating between clutching her and pushing against her, as though he wanted her to stop. She wouldn’t. Not until he felt as satisfied as she did.
    He groaned her name again and she looked up at him. He was watching her rather than the show and the feel of his eyes on her only heightened her growing arousal. She wanted to feel him inside her again, pumping his seed into her as he came, claiming her body as his.
    Javier growled and shot his load into her mouth, his cock throbbing and hips thrusting shallowly. His eyes changed, pupils narrowing and stretching, turning elliptical, and red flooding his irises. The sight of them and his fangs as he breathed hard and fast, coming down from his climax, frightened her a little but she refused to look away. She sat back on her heels and stared up into his eyes, seeing him for what he was.
    Not a vampire.
    Just the man she had been slowly falling for these past two years.
    His pupils gradually changed back, the crimson drained from his irises, and his fangs receded. He continued to stare at her, his breathing heavy and trousers down around his knees.
    Javier swallowed, held his hand out to her, and pulled her up onto her feet.
    For a moment, she thought that he would kiss her.
    He smoothed her clothes down, tucked himself away and fastened his trousers. He lifted his hand as though he was going to touch her face, curled his fingers into a fist and lowered it again. A soft curse left his lips and he turned and walked away.
    Lilah stared at the red velvet curtain of the box as it fell back into place. She leaned against the low curved wall and listened to the crowd applaud as the show ended, feeling bereft and confused.
    Was that all he was going to give her?
    It wasn’t enough.
    She needed more than just one brief moment with him and had done since the first night she had seen him. He had to feel that way too. She had caught him watching her more than once and had always wondered what he was thinking to make his eyes so dark and full of hunger. Now she knew and she wanted more of him. She wanted to see that look in his brown eyes again and know that he wanted her and needed her with the same ferocity as she needed him.
    She couldn’t just let him walk away.
    Wouldn’t.
    She knew the consequences of what they had done and