by L. E. Wilson
"I'll kill him!"
"And then there was Jim, the guy who's clothes you borrowed..."
"I'll kill him also! And burn his clothes!"
She laughed. "What are you gonna do? Time travel into the past and kill anyone I've ever been with?"
"Quite possibly, yes!"
"Go for it, dude."
"Stop calling me 'dude'!"
"Stop calling me 'poppet'!"
He cocked his head at her, his jealousy forgotten. "What's wrong with 'poppet'? It's a term of endearment."
She crossed her arms in front of her. "It's a term of endearment you use for every female you see."
Distracted as he was by the sight of her lovely breasts spilling over her arms, it took him a moment to notice the note of possessiveness in her tone. He closed the distance between them again, wanting to ease her insecurities. "Grace, luv. You are the only female I see."
"Do you mean that?"
"I do. With every fiber of my being. Please, luv, say you'll be mine. For I fear it's entirely too late for me. I can't possibly live without you now."
"What about Mojo?"
"The boot brush?"
She smacked him in the arm, and he laughed. "I let him snuggle," He wrinkled his nose. "And other things...in my hood, did I not? All the way from China to Seattle, might I add."
"Yes, you did," she laughed. She touched his face, her eyes glowing with warmth. "All right."
He scarce dared to believe it. "All right?"
"Yes. Make me yours. I want to be with you. Only with you."
A low growl vibrated through his chest as his body hardened at her words. "I'll do my very best."
Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he crawled up alongside her and gazed down at her stunning face. He feared his eyes were already glowing as they wandered down her body and back up again. His blood rushed through him in anticipation.
"Ah, Grace, luv. I'm afraid I won't be able to go slowly."
"Good," she answered, reaching up for him.
He groaned as she pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, then biting her bottom lip. Small beads of blood gathered there, and he licked them off.
Even that measly taste of her slammed into him like a freight train.
MINE.
Waano stirred inside of him briefly at the surge of emotion, but then settled back down again. Perhaps he sensed there was no threat to his host?
Pushing the demon from his mind, he slid his hand under her shirt and up the warm skin of her side and cupped her breast. It overflowed his hand as he kneaded it, then pinched her nipple.
She arched her back with a cry, and pulling his hand out, he ripped that bloody shirt right down the middle.
Her hands were hot on his skin as he lowered his mouth to her and made his way down her body, nibbling on her skin as she writhed beneath him, careful not to break the skin. When he got to her breasts, he gazed at them in awe, never having seen such perfection in all of his long life.
"Aiden, please..."
Her hands moved to the back of his head and she pulled him down to her breast.
Greedy female.
With his tongue, he flicked her nipple, laving around it, and sucking it into his mouth. Moving to the other side, he pulled the hard bud into his mouth, and nipped it with his teeth.
She bucked beneath him with a cry, her hands gripping his short hair.
The scent of her desire wafted in the air around him, and he groaned aloud. Nipping and licking his way down her stomach, he moved between her legs, spreading her thighs wide with his hands. She opened in front of him, pink petals glistening with moisture.
His mouth watered at the sight of her. Sliding his arms under her legs, he gripped her hips to hold her still.
She whimpered when she realized what he was about, and as he watched, she became wetter still.
He pulled his lips back from his fangs with a hiss, pushing his hips into the bed in response. Closing his eyes a moment, he gathered some control, and lowered his mouth to her. She tasted sweeter than he ever could have imagined, like honeyed wine. His tongue ran up her cleft, finding the little bundle of nerves that was the center of her pleasure.
Flicking her with his tongue, he reveled in her cries and moans. Pulling one arm out, he pressed a hand to her lower belly, holding her down as he tasted her, thrusting his tongue in her opening, then sliding back up to tease her clit.
When he felt her body tensing, he moaned, and his tongue worked its magic until she was repeating his name over and over again. Pulling his other arm out, he slid two fingers inside of her.
Her body began to move in time to his thrusts as he worked her higher and higher until she came hard and loud, her body wetting his fingers even more.
With an animalistic growl, he surged up her body, and buried himself to the hilt with one thrust. He gave her no time to recover, but started moving inside of her, the feel of her wrapped so tightly around him making him shudder.
She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he thrust within her. His gums burned and his throat ached. The urge to sink his fangs in her nearly overwhelming, but he didn't want to frighten her, and his need for her was such that he was afraid he would be too rough.
However, he couldn't keep from expressing his need to her. "I want to taste you, Grace, so very badly." He kissed her hard, absorbing her cries of pleasure as he pulled out slowly and then pushed himself back inside of her. She was so tight, so wet...
With a growl, he did it again, and again, until she was digging her nails into his back. Breaking off the kiss, he moved his lips down her jaw to her throat. He could feel the blood pulsing beneath her skin.
She tilted her head away and dug her nails into his back. "Do it," she breathed. "Ah, gods, Aiden...do it. Please."
Tightening his arms around her to hold her still, he reared back and struck, his fangs sliding through her skin effortlessly. He roared as her blood gushed into his mouth, the taste of her like nothing he'd ever had before.
MINE.
The word pulsed through him, confirming what he had always known, and he delighted in it. A sense of rightness spread through him as he lost himself in the taste and feel of her.
Grace cried out as he pulled on her vein, increasing his thrusts again at the same time. He felt her blood quicken with her rising excitement, racing through her and into him, and he fought to control how much he took from her: Careful of her even in the throes of his lust.
Aiden's entire body began to shake as he tried to hold back his orgasm, but when she began to cry out incoherently and convulse in his arms, he couldn't wait any longer. With one last draw of her sweet blood, he slammed into her over and over until he exploded inside of her.
Withdrawing his fangs, he threw his head back. The tendons strained in his neck as he roared with pleasure and the domination of his mate.
When he could think again, he licked her wound closed and rolled off of her, gathering her up in his arms.
"No demon?" she asked breathlessly.
"No demon," he confirmed. "Just me, luv."
As he rubbed her soft skin and their pulses returned to normal, he said, "When you feel up to doing so, you can drink from me."
She looked up at him hungrily with those large, lovely eyes. "I want it now."
He narrowed his eyes at her, then lifted his wrist to his mouth.
She took his arm in her hands and put it to her mouth, sucking hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head at her first taste of his life-giving blood.
His cock twitched and hardened with every pull of her mouth. A low growl of pleasure rumbled in his throat.
Bloody greedy female.
If putting up with a spitting boot brush was the price he had to pay to have this, then so be it.
The End
About The Author
L.E. Wilson writes Paranormal Romance novels about intense alpha males and the
women who are fierce enough to tame them…except when it comes to loving their ladies. With high heat levels, loads of suspense, and characters whose personas range from playful and witty to dark and tormented, L.E. is a natural storyteller (in spite of her boring Accounting degree).
Born in a seriously small town in northeastern PA, she’s always open to new adventures and has managed to make her way all the way across the country. She now lives outside of Seattle with her patient husband, two sons, and two furry kids. Waking up to the mysterious mist-covered mountains there, (i.e. her backyard), only feeds her craving for all things supernatural.
Caramel Macchiato Lattes are a necessary part of her writing process, and you’ll often find her typing away at the closest Starbucks…which she walks two miles to get to, to make up for all of those lattes. On the weekends she likes to hike, garden, cook vegan food, and have date nights with her favorite guy.
L.E. is the author of the Deathless Night Series, and is a member of Romance Writer’s of America and is active in both the Greater Seattle and Eastside chapters near her. She is also an Indie author, so please consider leaving an honest review on Amazon and Goodreads. Thank you!
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