They both looked down at each other's clothes.
He grinned. "You're right."
Before she could move, he lifted her and placed her on her feet. He lured her to the bathroom, pressing his lips to hers, forcing her to walk backward. His legs moved forward and she moved backward. His breaths were rushed and she could almost smell the bloodlust surrounding them. It always happened this way. Nothing was more sought after by the male Dresdan than a female whose blood ran wild with sexual lust. Even though he'd denied it last night, he needed her blood.
In the bathroom, he yanked her from her feet, pressed her back against the wall, and pushed his pelvis against hers. He ground his cock into her and her sex clenched, wanting something more. Fumbling with her button and zipper, he peeled her pants open. He slipped his hands down against her stomach and abs. His fingers flirted with the curls covering the center of arousal. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and lolled her head back on the wall.
Vicq's teeth scraped against the vein in her neck. His dick grew rock-hard against the front of his jeans. Her heart pulsed erratically against her breastbone, threatening to pounce from her chest. Her blood raced in arousal. It felt like she was on more than just a sexual high because a mix of emotions ran rampant through her body. He slipped a finger between her heated folds. Her breath hitched as he teased her silky wetness, stroking upward to tease her aching clit.
"Vicq, I need it. Now." Spending months without him, thinking he was gone forever had been tough on her.
He carried her, placing her next to the shower, and turned on the water. The jets of water from the showerhead pounded against the floor of the stall and it took only moments for hot steam to rise up.
They started with her shirt, raising it over her head. His tongue ran along his bottom lip, and then he bit one corner of it as his gaze swept her body. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. The fabric stayed molded to her breasts, but he slowly peeled the material away, revealing her to his inspection. Her nipples thrummed with pleasure under the sensitive touch of the pads of his fingers.
"Me encantes," he whispered, leaning forward to cover her nipple with his lips.
Elaina felt as though her legs would melt beneath her and she grabbed on to the back of his head as he stroked her lovingly with his tongue. He sucked and molded her nipples until they were firm to the touch. She needed to feel him in her grasp, without the clothes covering him. She pushed him against the nearest wall just outside the shower and peeled his pants down his legs. His cock was erect and ready, throbbing and pulsing with arousal. On the way back up, she stroked the length of him in her palm. The veins trailing along the length of him plumped with his excitement. She wanted him to bury his rod deep within her and take away the emptiness.
Elaina dropped to her knees and took the taut head into her mouth, rolling her tongue in the salty sweetness of him. He groaned out loud and brought his hand to her head to lead her into a rhythm. His balls tightened and constricted against her fingertips as he pumped within her mouth, inches from the back of her throat. She pulled away to remove the last article of clothing he wore, leaving him panting, his back still against the wall.
Stepping into the shower, she beckoned him to join her. The warm water cascaded through her hair and down her back. She lifted her face to the stream and ran her hands through her tresses, gliding her palms across her cheeks and down her neck. The water did nothing to cool her heated core, and she opened her eyes to find him enjoying the show from outside the stall.
The moment she turned her lips up into a teasing smile, he joined her under the stream. As the water beat down on their bodies, he took her lips once more in a kiss. "It's been so long..."
I know. Elaina turned around in the shower, facing away from him, and swiped her hair away from her neck.
He grazed the top of her shoulders with his nose and lips, breathing deeply. His fingers splayed against her stomach from behind, and he pulled her gently against his hardened groin. He licked her neck as if preparing it for what she so desperately wanted. Feeding had become a part of sex for them before they were separated. Now that she understood his plan, all the options led to one path—remain his Donor or complete the blood bond. A choice given to her months ago. It was hers to make, and she knew what had to be done.
Vicq bent down, showering kisses along her spine. He glided his palms over the curves of her ass, molding and massaging. Her position didn't allow for her to view the show, but she did share in his anticipation. His lips and tongue felt hot against her curves and she grabbed at the slippery tiles in front of her, pressing her forehead against the porcelain. He kissed the bottom of her spine, just above the rounded globes of her ass—where he knew he would find a weak spot.
Her body shivered in arousal. "Vicq, please take me."
He rose, brushing his rod against her. "As you wish..."
Elaina readied herself, bracing her forehead against the stall. Small droplets of water collected on her skin, but they did nothing to calm her rising desire. His hand gripped her waist to prop her up for his entry. Fingers played with her clit and his cock slid against the folds of her sex. She shivered uncontrollably as he teased her and sent hot breaths to the back of her neck. A hand came around to press next to hers on the tiles.
"Please—"
He pushed up into her pussy with one deep stroke.
She gasped out loud, and then pressed her lips together to hold back a scream. He was outrageously hot and large, just like she craved.
He thrust upward again, burying himself to the hilt. She bit her bottom lip and grabbed on to nothing but slippery tiles. A shudder ran through her core as he rocked his pelvis, adjusting her to his size. Liquid warmth flowed over his cock and the beginnings of an orgasm stirred within her.
He pounded into her without warning, gradually increasing the speed and strength. Jolts of pleasure ran from the top of her spine to her clit and back again. Promiscuous hands traced along the front of her body—nipples, stomach, mounds, clit. She couldn't hold back any longer. This type of release was long overdue. He’d conquered her body and soul. In that moment, she forgot about the predicament they were in.
"Elaina. Amor verdadero."
She felt his control burst apart, and his hands tightened around her hips. Cold fangs connected with the flesh on her back. So near. Her climax danced just beyond the entrance to ecstasy.
"Do it!" she commanded him.
He groaned out loud, his rhythm now agitated but fierce. His groin slapped against her wet ass as he rode her from behind.
Fangs pierced deep into her neck, and she cried out in pleasure-pain. She shuddered in release and joined him in climax. He siphoned her blood and sucked the tension out of her. His thick rod pumped hot seed inside of her. He gave and took, shivering in pleasure against her back. The wrenching orgasm flowed through every nerve ending in her body. Her toes curled under her as the euphoria from his feeding began to wear off.
Vicq extracted his fangs slowly and gasped like a runner after a sprint. He rested his forehead against the back of her neck. It took a long while for them to regain their strength. The shower stream, once steaming hot, was now chilly. As she expected, his dick pulsed to life again against the folds of her sex.
It had been this way since day one with him. He was only just getting started.
With round one complete, most times he gave her a chance to recuperate before taking her again. He could go on and on until one of them tapped out.
Note from the Author
This is only the beginning of a torrid obsession between Vicq and Elaina. If you want to learn more about Elaina and her vampire lover, start with Prelude (Dresdan Coven, 0.5)
Discover Donor (Dresdan Coven, 1).
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Blood Aflame
by D.D. Miers
Part of the Born of Embers and Ice series
She’ll sacrifice her soul; he’ll heal her heart.
What would you sacrifice to get vengeance for the ones you love?
Jovana Mason may be the Wyren heir, but she left dragon politics and her throne behind her. She chose to live a normal life among humans rather than subject herself to the heartache of a love betrayed—a love she’d abandoned a decade earlier. But when an unexpected death calls her back to the world she despises, she has no choice but to ally with the one man she’d sworn never to trust again—the only man who could set her blood aflame. When treachery runs deep and enemies are everywhere; will Jovana stop listening to her head and start trusting her heart?
In this scene, Jovana has just returned from seeking out the help of another Master named Marek. Rezin, her ex-lover and the current Master under her father, is furious that she’d go to someone else instead of him. Their anger and resentment for each other reaches a pinnacle point that boils over into unrestrained passion.
Rezin paced the grand hall, his shoulders tense, muscles straining against his fitted, black T-shirt. I could tell he wanted to rip the clothes from his flesh and shift. His dragon’s wings soaring through the air would calm him. He didn’t stop moving as I entered. Without casting a glance at me, he spoke.
“What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?”
“Nothing was going to happen,” I said. I didn’t need a babysitter or a hero. He was overstepping here, just like he used to.
“You forget who you are, Jovana . . . what you are.”
“I forget nothing, Rez.”
He stopped pacing and looked at me, his eyes dark with fury. “Nothing? You’ve never been the naïve one. This is ridiculous, especially for you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you upset because I didn’t come to you, on my knees, begging for help?”
“You should have come to me.” He kicked the chair beside him and it skid across the floor.
“You’re not that man in my life anymore.”
His jaw hardened and the past rose to the surface, filling the air with too many unspoken words.
“No, you’ve made that very clear.” His eyes didn’t leave mine for a full thirty seconds before he took a deep, slow breath. “Marek is only trying to use you. Don’t you see that?”
“He wouldn’t be the first.”
“Dammit Jo, this is serious.” He slammed his hands down, palms flat, onto the enormous oak table between us. “You’re putting everything at risk. I’ve told you to let me handle this.”
“You forget yourself, Rez. My father was the Headman, not yours. I’m within my rights to take the lead on this—on everything.”
“I thought you walked away from it all. Now you want it?”
There it was again.
This question always hung between us. He still believed I had walked away from him for the wrong reasons, convinced it was my ambivalence to rule that had made me doubt him.
“No, I don’t. But I’m not leaving until I find out who murdered my father. I’ll do anything and everything I have to do to discover the truth.”
“Anything?” He stood upright, and his hands gripped the edge of the chair in front of him. The wood cracked under his strength. “Like give yourself to a man who seeks nothing more than the throne you hold? A man who could never truly love you.”
“This isn’t about love,” I said.
A surge of anger ripped through Rezin, and his dragon eyes roared to life inside of him.
“What exactly did the two of you do?”
“I talked—he listened.”
“Marek isn’t the sort of man to give his ear freely. What did you give him to make him listen?”
I knew it was his claim over me that fueled his aggression and not love. He was angry at the idea of someone else drinking from the same cup as him. It was a common trait among all male dragons, but the agony of our broken past left me with a desire to torment him further.
“You shouldn’t ask questions that you won’t like the answer to,” I said.
Rezin’s chest heaved up and down. “You’re making a mistake,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”
“Marek will make you promises he can’t keep. He seeks the glory of being Headman for himself. Not his clan or anyone else.”
I was so sick of men and their lies. My father, Rez, Marek. They all lied to get what they wanted and manipulated everyone around them. So why was it different when it came to me?
I shook my head in disbelief. “And you’re so different? You’ve always taken what you want, from who you want, when you want. You don’t give a damn about me or any other woman. It’s about you. Always about you.”
I knew immediately Rezin hadn’t missed the insinuation. He knew what I implied; he’d never truly wanted me. He’d used me.
“That’s a lie and you know it,” he said. “Besides, if I took what I want, when I wanted, you’d be naked in my bed, screaming my name. Right now.”
I tried to act angry—offended even—but my body betrayed me. A heated blush crept over my skin, making my nipples harden through my blouse. My breath deepened, and my voice became husky.
“I’d never sleep with you again. Not in a million years.”
“Now who’s the liar?” he sneered.
I turned my face away from him. I was too angry; it was too raw. “I’ll be gone soon enough. Then you can go back to fooling around with whomever you like. Eventually, I’ll find someone else, and we’ll both be out of each other’s lives for good.”
A dark shadow crossed his features as he watched me. “Damn you, Jovana. Damn you.”
He crossed the room in two steps and shoved me back against the door, crushing his mouth onto mine with a hunger I’d never known before.
All at once, Rezin was everywhere. He pressed himself into me, crowding me with the delicious pressure of his rock-hard body. Confident hands reached under my legs as he grabbed the sensitive flesh behind my thighs, squeezing as he lifted me onto him.
Being with him like this again was almost too much to take. I should have fought him, pushed him away. But I couldn’t. I was helpless to his touch. What my heart had tried to forget in a decade, my body remembered in an instant.
I automatically wrapped myself tightly around his waist, trying to get as close as possible to this man. This man who could heal me or break me. An irrational desperation washed over me, and I was frantic to feel the pressure of his hardened length ramming into me.
My brain screamed that this was a big mistake, but I couldn’t fight the instinctual desire to taste him again. Rezin had always been the only beast who could tame me.
He began a slow rhythm, pushing forward and pulling back. The sweet pressure he offered was the only thing that staved the fire burning between my legs, one that became stronger with each thrust.
There was a blatant urgency in the way we grated into one another through our clothes. A frenzy to take a claim on something we both knew we couldn’t keep. He took my neck and pulled my face upward, bringing my mouth closer to his.
“Look at me, Jovana” he said.
I raised my lashes to see him staring down at me with a raw intensity, the beautiful golden flecks in his eyes aglow.
I pulled back for a brief moment and admired the magnificence that embodied Rezin. Everything about him would have made him a good leader. He was powerful, aggressive, dominant—and sexy as hell. His mark swirled at the top of his chest, the tips of it visible from the V-neck he wore.
Damn, he’d always looked good in black.
He slipped his tongue slowly between my lips, never taking his eyes off mine as he caressed my mouth. He tasted a million times better than I’d remembered, better than any man ever had. I was more alive now than I’d been in the last ten years away from him.
I kept telling myself that this was unfulfilled desire. Pure and simple. A need to get him out of my system once and for
all.
He ground his hips harder and a throaty moan tore from my lips. Whatever I’d imagined desire to be before this instant, I’d been wrong. This was what desire truly felt like. Every other man, other moment, seemed like a distant memory slowly fading into nothingness. This moment, right here . . . was truth.
He placed kisses along my collarbone, neck, cheeks—everywhere he could reach. He raised his mouth again, letting his lips hover only inches from mine. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to make the next move, to show him how much I still desired him. There’s an exquisite agony to being so close to what you want and knowing eventually you’ll get it.
I watched his eyes and tried to hold onto the moment. I shifted a short distance forward and devoured his lush, full lips in a punishing kiss. He groaned while grabbing the top of my camisole and pulled it down to expose both of my fully aroused nipples.
He licked his lower lip, and I thought I’d die from the anticipation. A knowing smile spread across his face before he lowered his mouth onto the swollen mound of my breast, sucking and licking my sensitive buds with the skills of an experienced lover. His other hand massaged my hip as he held me in place against the door. His fingers slipped back and forth across my wet core through my shorts, teasing me with the possibilities he could offer.
I lowered my hand and massaged him through his jeans, needing to feel him. I wanted every delicious inch—and I wanted it now. I dropped to my knees. “Jovana—”
I shushed him as I undid his pants and pulled him into my mouth.
His salty perfect skin tasted just as I’d remembered. He arched his back and tilted his head upward, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of me again. Rezin was the only man I’d do this for, the only man I’d done this with. I wasn’t on my knees long before he grabbed my arms and lifted me onto my feet. He whirled me around, faced me toward the door, and placed my palms open over my head. He jammed his groin into me from behind and rhythmically rubbed against me while he used his other hand to massage my breasts.
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