He stroked her wet, swollen flesh and she whimpered, her fingers digging into his skin.
“You’re so wet. So sweet.” He quickened the pace, rubbing her harder.
She groaned, her hands slipping up to his head to grasp handfuls of hair.
He spread his legs forcing her to open wider. When he pressed on her clitoris, she shuddered. He fondled her faster and faster, applying vampire speed, till she stiffened and squealed. She fell against him, her swollen flesh throbbing against his fingertips.
He held her close with his free arm, keeping his right hand pressed against her drenched skin so he could coax more aftershocks from her. Each time she twitched, he smiled. She was so responsive, so highly charged that the slightest flex of his fingers sent a shudder through her entire body. Unfortunately, it also made him so painfully swollen that he was about to burst.
She moaned, her head buried in his shoulder.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She sat back and frowned at him, her eyes bleary and unfocused. “You lied.”
“I didn’t bite you.”
She pushed lightly at his shoulder. “You said it would be a little climax.”
He grinned.
Her eyes softened. “You’re smirking again.”
“You’re ogling again.”
“I am not. I can hardly see straight.” Her gaze lowered and she gasped. “Oh, my God.”
There was no hiding the fact that he was engorged to the max.
“I proved that I can make love without biting you.” He grasped her hips, moving her closer to the tip of his rigid penis.
“But I don’t want to risk getting pregnant.” She splayed her hands on his chest to stop him. “Everyone would want to kill you, and you’d have to leave. I don’t want to lose you.”
Her declaration made his heart rejoice. It also made him more desperate to make love. Maybe it was time to tell her the truth. “Neona, you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”
She was still studying his erection. “It looks so uncomfortable. Are you in pain?”
“Yes. If you would let me inside—”
“Maybe my healing powers could help.” She wrapped a hand around his shaft. When he flinched, she loosened her grip. “Did that hurt?”
“I-it’s good.” He moaned when her hand tightened around him. “So good.”
“I’m not sure I’m helping. Look how your blood vessels are sticking out.” She stroked a finger along a vein.
He shuddered. “Let me inside you before I explode.”
“But—”
“You can’t get pregnant! My seed is—” He gasped when she caressed the crown with her thumb. “Is coming!” With a loud groan, he climaxed and ejaculated on her stomach.
“Oh, my!” She released him, watching him with a stunned look as he kept pumping till he was spent.
“Oh, shit.” He grimaced. He’d lost control like a young pup. He ventured a look at her face to see how horrified she was.
She was gazing at her sperm-covered stomach, her eyes wide with wonder.
“I’m so sorry . . .” he mumbled.
She looked up at him and grinned. “You have so much seed! It’s amazing!”
“No, it’s not.”
She dragged her fingers through it, collected a glob, then rubbed her thumb against her gooey fingers. “I’ve never seen a man’s seed before. To think this can cause life to form—it is truly astounding.”
He drew in a shaky breath. It was strange, but the way she was fondling his se**n was turning him on. “Neona, I have to tell you—”
“Your seed is wondrous.”
“My seed is dead.”
She blinked.
His heart sank. Would she reject him now, like all the other women he’d ever grown close to? God, no. Not Neona. She had to be the one for him. “I’m a vampire. My sperm is dead. I’m sorry.”
She looked at the glob in her hand. “How can it be dead? You’re alive right now. Your heart is working. Your brain is working. You’re alive.”
“I’m sorry. But the good news is we can make love all we want without worrying about you getting pregnant.” He gave her a hopeful look, but it soon faded at the sight of her tear-filled eyes. “You want children.”
She blinked away the tears. “I know it’s selfish of me, but I wanted a daughter with your hair and eyes.”
But Neona’s eyes would be so much better. He imagined a little boy and girl with Neona’s black hair and bright blue eyes, and for the first time, he understood the pain. Always before, he’d resented the women who had wanted a child more than they had wanted him. He’d wanted to come first in a woman’s heart. “You could mate with a mortal—”
“No!” She looked aghast. “I want you! Only you.”
His heart swelled and he gathered her close in his arms. She wanted him first. “Then what you said to the others about wanting me as a sperm donor—”
“I said that so my mother would accept you. It is the only reason she thinks a man exists.” Neona sat back, frowning. “I guess it is just as well we cannot have children. What if they had fangs and attacked people?”
“They wouldn’t. The half-vampire children I know are all surprisingly normal. They’re awake during the day and eat normal—”
“What? You just said it was impossible.”
“I said my sperm is dead. But it is still possible.”
Her eyes widened. “How?”
He gripped her shoulders. “You would seriously consider having a child with me? A vampire?”
She bit her lip, then nodded.
“We would have to teleport somewhere to have a procedure done.” He could probably talk Roman into taking a vacation at the castle with his family, then Roman could do the work there.
Her shoulders slumped. “I cannot leave Beyul-La.”
“It would be for only a short time. Nobody would even have to know. They don’t know we’re here now.”
With a sigh, she glanced down at his manhood. “Maybe I can heal you.”
“Sweetheart, my sperm has been dead for almost eight hundred—” He sucked in a breath when her hand curled around his shaft and squeezed. “But you could always try.”
“I will try.” She stroked him gently.
Damn, he ought to let her know it wasn’t going to work, but her hand felt so good.
A clap of thunder sounded in the distance, and she stopped. “We should go back. Storms can happen very quickly here in the mountains.”
“We’ll teleport to your house.” And start on climax number two. He still had nine to go, and he never quit till a job was done.
He gathered up their belongings while she washed off his se**n in the waterfall. As soon as they returned to her house, she stretched the wet clothes on the backs of the two chairs in front of the fire so they could dry.
“We should—” they both said at the same time, then laughed.
“You first.” Zoltan hoped she wanted to jump in bed like him. She was still nude, and her lovely body was making it hard for him to think of anything else.
“We should join the others at the fire pit,” she said. “So they’ll know you’re cooperating. It is the best way to earn their trust.”
He sighed. She was right. He needed the whole group of women to trust him. “All right.” He shuffled over to the wooden chest to retrieve some clean clothes.
She gave him a sympathetic look. “It won’t be for long. I think it will rain soon.”
After they dressed, she led him outside. The wind had picked up, whistling through the valley. The fire in the central pit provided the only light. Thick clouds were covering the stars and moon.
He spotted the five women seated around the fire. They exchanged looks, then eyed him with disdain. Great. They still wanted to kill him. He bowed. “Good evening.”
The queen scoffed. “Don’t speak unless you have permission.” She motioned for them to sit.
Neona sat, then patted the ground beside her. He sat and crossed his legs, aware that his every move was being frowned upon.
“You were late for dinner,” the queen announced. “We saved you some food.”
“Thank you.” Neona accepted two plates that were passed to her. She handed one to Zoltan with a wary look.