Call Of The Dark

Lazarus was growing rock hard as his fingers slid up and up. She was so wet for him that once again his control was slipping. As for Emma, even though she was looking at the women on the stage, her entire mind was focused on his long fingers. As if on an instinct, her hips bucked to him and he growled.

He opened her thighs apart and slid his fingers in her wet sex. Parting her folds, he went straight to her clit and started rubbing it slowly at first and then increased his pace.

Emma did everything she could to stop moaning. She bit her bottom lip, widened her eyes to focus on the women, but how could she? She caught his wrist and, in her frenzy, she dug her nails in his flesh, drawing blood.

Lazarus\'s cock became painfully hard. He needed her to be on his lap. He wanted her sex beneath his mouth. And he wanted to get inside her.

He rubbed her harder and she bucked her hips. The heat had coiled and coiled in her belly. She was trying hard not to scream, and because of that she ended up biting her lip so hard that blood oozed out. Lazarus\'s eyes darted to her lips and his nostrils flared. He was sure that every vampire out there must have got disturbed with the scent of hot blood.

Immediately, he grabbed her face and licked the blood from her lips. "Fuck!" Her blood tasted like elixir. Like an aphrodisiac. Like life. His eyes became droopy by that one drop of blood on his tongue. He pressed her face against his chest and pinched her clit. She screamed loudly but it was muffled against his chest and the loud music. The next moment, he traced her outside, in his carriage where he embraced her hard against his body till the waves of orgasm ebbed. She was panting heavily as she looked up at him as she sat in his lap.

The look in her eyes was so sexy that he could get drunk in it. The taste of her blood still lingered on his lips. He held her like his most valued possession in his lap and tapped the carriage man to take them back to the palace. Throughout his journey back to the palace, he didn\'t speak with her. Nor did she.

She was so starved of his touch for the past two days that she reveled in it. She had pressed her face against his chest and stayed there, feeling protected by the man who wanted to cast her soul out. His erection was burning against her thighs and side like heated iron.

Lazarus wanted to do something. Something with himself, something with his hard shaft and when he remembered her plump lips that she had bitten, he couldn\'t help imagining them wrapped around his cock. The moment he sensed that the palace was near, he traced her to his bedchamber from the carriage.

She removed her face from his chest and saw that she was in his bedroom. He slid her down his body making sure that she felt his hardness. As he placed her on her feet, their gazes locked. Emma didn\'t stop to stand on her feet. Instead she went lower and lower until she was on her knees. "What are you doing, Emma?" he asked in a guttural voice. was he going to be so lucky that she would take him in?

She looked at his shaft that was tenting the trousers and then slowly began to open his buttons. His fists clenched into tight balls. His neck tendons corded as he watched her undoing him.

When his cock sprang free, Emma let out a rough exhale. But she had been imagining it in her mouth for so long that she didn\'t know. She placed her hand on it and then leaned forward, stroking it lightly. Her tongue darted out and she licked the crown. He muttered curses and oaths at the first feel of her tongue on him.

She opened her mouth and the next he saw was that she had wrapped her lips around his cock. "Fuck! Emma!" Her mouth was so hot that he knew he wouldn\'t last long. She began moving in and out, her cheeks going hollow as she sucked him. She licked him and sucked him. Her hot tongue was all over.

His hands shot forth and he grabbed her hair at the back. He started guiding her mouth in and out. In and out. He wondered what would it be to drive inside her when she was so hot in her mouth. Suddenly, he wanted to get inside every hole she had. He wanted to possess her completely.

A groan escaped his chest and as in his frenzy he hit the back of her throat. He was surprised that she could take it but she was his mate and her body was made for him. The moment he hit the back of her throat, he knew that he wouldn\'t last long. With a guttural roar, he came inside her mouth. He should have pulled out of her, but he didn\'t.

When she pulled out, he hated the feel of cool air over his cock. She got up and turned to leave for her room. He shot towards her, grabbed her waist and pulled her back against his chest. Resting his chin over her head he said, "Wait." He should have allowed her to go, but why did he ask her to stop?

"Lazarus!" Maeve\'s voice reached them and he snapped out of his trance.

"No!" he grunted and traced Emma back to her room. "Stay here," he ordered her and then traced back to his room.

Maeve was looking extremely furious. "You had the audacity to leave me and go to that fucking mortal? I had to come back along with Yul and Magnus!"

​ Lazarus scoffed. He ambled to his bed and lay down on the mattress, feeling totally spent and good after two days.

"I am talking to you, Lazarus!" she yelled.