Book 16 - Page 94 (1/2)

He eased down, giving each of her nipples a ruthless suck, making her moan. Then he pulled out to the tip and slammed his big c.o.c.k home. “Ah! So tight.” Another shove. He watched her t.i.ts bounce with obvious delight. Another thrust. “I just came, and already . . .” He went to his knees, pulling her up to straddle his lap. His powerful arms coiled around her, squeezing her body against his. Against her ear, he said, “How did I live so long without this?”

“It feels different?”

He pulled back, his eyes heavy-lidded with l.u.s.t, but gleaming with excitement. “So different . . . can’t decide if I’m going to come until my t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es scream—or lose my mind. I can feel s.e.m.e.n climbing.” He frowned. “It’s too good. I’ve as little control as when I was new to this.”

“Maybe we’re both new to this.” She’d certainly never made love before.

He nodded slowly. Lips inches from hers, he said, “I’ve had a taste of this, and there’s no going back. You’re mine.” Just uttering those words heightened his aggression: “I want to hear you say it. Now.” He wrapped her hair around his fist, tugging to show he wasn’t f.u.c.king around. “Tell me what you are.” His demon intensity made her crazed.

She dug her claws into his shoulders. “Yours.” She wanted to bite him.

He thrust upward, growling, “You’re going to bear my young.”

“Yes.”

“Your blood’s black. It’s like mine. I’ll always be inside you.”

At the thought, Jo rocked on him and arched her back, feeling the cool air on her nipples.

He hissed in a breath between clenched teeth. “Don’t move.”

“What’s wrong?”

His big hands clamped her waist, holding her still. “Too good. I look at those pierced nipples of yours, and I’m about to come.” He drew back his c.o.c.k with a shudder. “I look at your lips—the same. Your s.e.xy ears. Dear G.o.ds, your eyes. Your fangs . . . when they sharpen I know I’m about to feel them somewhere on my body.” He pulled her hair to force her to his neck. “I’ve fantasized about giving you seed—while you take my blood.”

The idea turned her on so much, she grew wetter in a rush, clenching his d.i.c.k inside her.

He felt her, repeating her question, “You like that idea?” His pulse point was beating furiously, calling her. Like a devil in her ear, he murmured, “Take what’s yours, Josie.”

With a cry, her head shot forward, and she pierced him. When his firm flesh closed around her aching fangs, she almost came.

A deep groan rumbled. “Ah! That’s it, baby. Take from me. I’m going to last till you’re fed.”

She scented more blood. It spilled down her back—because he was sinking his claws into his palms. Pain tempering pleasure. Anything to hold out for her.

“My mate,” he rasped. “My beautiful female.”

As she consumed him, their heartbeats . . . changed. The wild drumming in her ears matched beats, synchronizing.

As if they shared a heart.