NocC 002 - The Ancients 01 - Bonnie Vanak - Bitten by the Vampire - Harlequin 2011-10 by Nocturne Read Free Book Online

nipples.
    Fighting the pleasure, Mara whipped her head around. No shocked gasps, no avid protests. People swam by, continued sunning as if Lucien gave her nothing more than a friendly peck on the cheek.
    Except two lean, wiry men sitting in lounge chairs. In jeans and baseball shirts, they stared with avid interest. Nostrils flared, they sniffed the air as if scenting her arousal. Gooseflesh sprang on her arms as she recognized them.
    “Lucien, those men, they’re the same werewolf hunters from the street,” she whispered. “They act as if they can see what you’re doing.”
    “They can.” He rubbed circles on her nipples, making the flesh between her legs grow wet and taut. “Hunters are impervious to my glamour.”
    “But they can see us!”
    “Yes. And the more they see, the better they’ll understand that you’re mine. You’re under my protection, Mara, and no damn hunter will dare approach while I’m with you. Let them watch.”
    His wet mouth encased one nipple. Lucien wrapped an arm around her, anchoring her to him. The sharp contrast between the cool air and his warm lips sent heat blasting through her. She fisted her hands in his damp hair, biting back a moan.
    He looked up, fierce intent glittering in his gaze. “Go ahead, Mara, scream. No one will hear you but them.”
    Lucien climbed out the pool and hoisted her out with one arm. He ripped the bikini bottom free, hoisted her out and laid her on the deck. Naked and vulnerable, she watched him. With a hard look of determination, he pushed her thighs open. She protested with a squeak.
    “I told you, release your inhibitions. Relax, Mara,” he murmured.
    With his fingers, he spread her wide, staring at her wet core. Warmth coursed through her veins, shuttling away fear.
    “You’re so beautiful down here. So wet for me. I want to taste you, Mara, will you let me taste you?”
    A moan escaped her as he rubbed a finger over her throbbing clit. She swallowed hard. Nodded. Nothing mattered, the people languidly swimming, hot sun burning down upon them, the wanton openness of being naked and spread open.
    Nothing mattered but the man ready to drag his tongue over her center.
    A waiter in shorts and a tropical shirt approached. Mara stiffened, but he seemed oblivious to her nudity.
    “Would you care for anything to eat or drink?” Pen and pad in hand, the waiter squatted down with eyeshot of one bare breast.
    Amusement danced over Lucien’s face. He glanced down at her wet, pink flesh, stroked gently with a finger as if considering. Mara bit back a moan.
    “I already have something delicious to dine upon. But I will take a shot of tequila, lime and salt.”
    Lucien teased and stroked her wet flesh, making her moan. When his order arrived, Lucien rubbed salt over her nipple. The crusty granules scraped her flesh, making the mounds rise eagerly. Slowly, his tongue lapped it off. Doing the same to the other nipple he dragged his tongue over the salt, swirling it in long, teasing licks.
    Her hips pumped upward in nameless want. He took the tequila and drizzled it over her groin.
    Mara’s hands fists as she arched back, the warm liquor trickling over her clit, coursing down her parted cleft. When Lucien began to tongue her, she threw her head back, hot sun beaming on her face, her opened mouth.
    Inhibitions. Lose them. Surrendering to sensation, she let go.
    When he took her clit between his teeth and clamped down gently, she arched back with a shocked scream. He licked harder, faster, the pressure between her legs building higher and higher.
    Wailing his name, she climaxed hard and fast. Shuddering, she gulped for air, her lungs bellowing as she drowned all over again, this time awash in a wave of pure pleasure. Lucien kept licking her until the shivers passed.
    A wicked gleam lit his eyes as he looked up, wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. The lime went into his hand.
    He gave it a slow lick, winking at her. “I do adore a good shot of