Her eyes widened and dilated. She shifted her stance, adjusting to the moisture between her legs. She couldn’t stand the distance between them and closed it with a sure step. With one hand against the horse on his bare chest, she reached up with the other and cupped the back of his head and pulled him down to her. She was stunned to feel a rhythmic beat under her hand and realized how much about him she wanted, needed, to know. Later…
This time it was her mouth that claimed his. His fang pinched her lip and she moaned. Then she wrapped her tongue around the other fang and flicked it repeatedly. His mouth tasted like danger and ecstasy. Embracing his nonhuman side so wantonly felt decadent, but also like the most natural thing she’d ever done.
Kael fisted his hands in her hair but couldn’t decide whether to pull her away or hold her there forever. Definitely forever. Now that he’d accepted the magic weaving around them, he felt it down deep. Being with Shayla this way was as right as breathing, as drinking blood. Her tongue curled around his right canine and he sucked in a breath and growled. His fangs were so fucking sensitive and her tongue was relentless. Pre-cum slicked the skin of her stomach where he thrust against her. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his thigh. The spicy-sweet scent of her arousal exploded into his senses, called him home.
He groaned, then grabbed her shoulders and forced her backward until her body met the tall column of the iron poster on the bed. It took a little effort and even more resolve to release her from the kiss, to give up her stroking of his fangs. But his patience had just run into the negative.
Shayla gasped as her back bumped into the cold metal, which he imagined got colder as he pushed the robe the rest of the way off her arms.
“Arms up and grasp onto the post.”
Breathing harder, she responded immediately and the pose perfected her posture and lifted her breasts.
“Yes. Yes, Shayla. Beautiful.” He hummed in appreciation and pulled the belt off his robe, then shrugged out of it altogether.
Desire and need drew a low growl from his chest as he reached up with the silk tie. Seconds later her hands were secured to the bedpost above her head. Kael ran his nose up her cheek to her ear and inhaled deeply. “I don’t want to drink from you just yet—” he licked the shell of her ear “—so we’re going to keep your hands up there where they won’t be able to urge me to do something I’m not ready to do.” He nipped her earlobe and she rubbed her cheek against his smooth jaw. He leaned back to find her gaze intense and aroused. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. He narrowed his eyes at the sight. “And, so long as I can’t bite you, no biting yourself.” His thumb pulled the plump skin free of her teeth then rubbed across it. He couldn’t begin to allow himself to imagine her doing the biting. “Fuck.”
Now that she was so exposed to him, he took full advantage. He started on the breasts he’d been admiring so greedily all night. They filled his hands with warm weight and he licked and kissed and suckled her pebbled nipples deep into his mouth. He worked back and forth between them, his fingers massaging and tugging the mound his lips weren’t worshipping. She moaned and pushed herself further into his mouth and squeezed her thighs together.
Kael smiled at her squirming and dropped to his knees. Giving no warning, he pulled Shayla’s legs out from under her and lifted them over his shoulders until her thighs rested on them. Her gasp of surprise morphed into a guttural cry when he anchored his mouth against her swollen, wet lips. He sucked and licked and penetrated her with his tongue. Her juices flooded his senses and coated his throat, taking the worst of the edge off his demanding thirst, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, with her.
Shayla whimpered and pleaded between cries and moans. “Kael,” she rasped, igniting a wave of his own pleasure at her free use of his name. “Ka—” His name trailed off into a throaty scream as her orgasm exploded around his mouth and radiated through the rest of her body in a series of muscle spasms. Her euphoria was magnificent.
“More, Shayla. Again.” Making sure her sensitive flesh was well coated with his soothing saliva, he nicked her swollen lip with his fang. She screamed and bucked when he surrounded the cut and her clit with his lips and sucked her flesh and blood over and over again.
Kael’s body was in heaven and hell. His cock swelled and leaked against his thighs. His sac, high and tight, ached for release. But her taste was so fucking rich and luscious—and, Christ Almighty, her blood was thick and warm and totally life-giving—he couldn’t give any of it up without at least one more fast flow of her cream down his throat. And he wanted her delirious and boneless with pleasure.