by Kim Knox
Jager cried out, arching into me, forcing the spill of his heart’s blood over my lips and tongue. Fire scorched over my flesh in a dizzying rush and I lost myself in the glorious taste of his strength, his power, orgasm smashing through both of us. For endless moments, I knew nothing but the incredible taste of Jager on my tongue, my body shaking as I lapped and sucked at his flesh.
“Tate…”
My back touched the thick carpet and reluctantly I released him, healing the punctures in his skin. A slow, satisfied sigh escaped me. “Oh, that was good.”
Jager gave a soft laugh and pushed himself up. His gaze traveled in a slow, scorching slide to where our bodies still joined. The muscles tightened in his arms and he sucked in a deep breath. He looked back to me. “I could’ve made a child with you.”
The hesitation, the wonder in his voice tightened my heart, had tears burning at the corners of my eyes.
He lifted a hand and his thumb wiped away a trailing tear. Leaning in, he pulled the softest kiss from my mouth. “Fate allows us six. Imagine how much effort must go into producing so many…”
I smiled against his mouth, I couldn’t help it. “And vampires are a slave to fate.”
Jager pulled me into a tight embrace, his breath warm against my temple. “Happy to be,” he murmured. “Being here with you…”
“Here?” I rubbed at my ass where the carpet had chafed it red. “Fate could have been kinder and let me get to the bed.”
Jager’s laughter warmed through me. “What me to bite it better?”
He untangled himself from me and his clothes. I missed the close contact of his skin and heat, but he pulled me to my feet and led me to his large bed. He lifted me onto the high mattress and I fell back into the still-tangled sheets, wriggling farther up the wide bed. Strong hands rolled me. Jager’s breath burned against my reddened skin.
“Well, Majesty?”
I heard the smile in his voice as he leaned over me. The brush of his chest against my thighs already had my blood running hot. Damn, the man was addictive. “Consider it a royal command.”
The first stroke of his tongue had me yelping, and then his teeth pierced my skin. I melted as he licked and lapped with slow ease over my buttock. Pain eased and the familiar urge to jump him heated my flesh. “I could get very used to you.”
“I’m your mate, your consort, will be the father of your children.” He paused and then rolled me onto my back again. He crawled up the bed, pulling me into his arms, with the tightness that made breathing hard. Dark eyes held me. “What I didn’t expect was to love you too.”
I stared at him and swallowed, my throat suddenly constricted. “You…?”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “Surprised?”
I traced a finger over his mouth. My heart squeezed so tight it was almost a physical pain. “Stunned.”
“Good stunned?”
I hugged him hard, so hard he groaned. “I never thought that you…” I buried my face in his shoulder and breathed him in. “Lust and duty, yes, but I didn’t believe that you could care for me.”
Jager’s soft, rumbling laughter vibrated against my breasts. “And that is the last doubt you’ll ever voice.” He pulled back and his eyes gleamed. “You hunted well, Tate. I’ll guide you. I’m a hundred and fifty years old, I know a thing or two.” He grinned before he pulled a kiss from my mouth. “As I may have demonstrated…”
I laughed. “Another reason I love you.”
Jager paused and then he kissed me, a soft kiss melting into something deeper that curled all the way down to my toes. He sighed as his mouth left mine. Pride shone from him. “You will be a dazzling Queen.”
“Because fate paired me with you?”
He smirked, but affection shone in his eyes. “Of course.”
“How long before the coronation ceremony?”
“Tradition has it at sunset.” His mouth twitched with a smile and he knew exactly what I was thinking. “Why, Majesty, what did you have in mind?”
I ran my finger along his jaw, enjoying the rough feel of morning bristle. I pulled a little kiss from his mouth. “Breakfast and then you.” His scent, his taste was addictive and I pressed my body along the length of his. Jager’s hand stroked over my hip and I almost sighed. In spite of everything, we were together as we wanted to be. I would never forget how fate had gifted me with this man. “Or you, then breakfast…”
I matched his grin. Yes, my stomach could wait just that little bit longer to be fed.
In fact, a lot longer.
About the Author
Kim lives on an ancient boundary line, once marked by a Neolithic burial tomb. The tomb’s now a standing stone circle—thank the Georgians for that one—and stirs her mind with thoughts of history and ancient myths. She mixes the essence of the past into fantasy, along with the essential mix of magic and sex. She also writes science fiction romance, pushing out into the far future with effortlessly sexy men and the women who can’t resist them.
Kim is multipublished. You can contact her on her website or come and chat at her blog: www.darknessandromance.wordpress.com
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