Shadow's Claim
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His lids slid shut with bliss as he thrust wildly, drank deeply. Better than fantasy!
But his eyes flashed open as he felt her body readying to come, those beginning tremors like strokes around his shaft. . . .
When the vampire had eased his fangs into her flesh, Bettina had trembled with shock.
Like brands, they'd scalded her with white-hot pleasure. Like brands, they'd changed her irrevocably.
His bite was ruinous, pleasuring her so thoroughly she knew she would crave it forever.
As he sucked her blood with rumbling growls, ecstasy welled up inside her. Each of his draws magnified it. A cry escaped her lips, making him snarl into his bite.
Her body tightened beneath his-twisting, rocking, spiraling-rapture about to overtake her. "Vampire! More!"
Though his mouth and bite were gentle, his hips began to surge between her legs, pounding his thick shaft inside her, just as she needed him to.
His hands covered her br**sts, kneading possessively, sending her closer to the edge. She arched into his palms, rubbing her achy ni**les against his callused skin.
Friction. Pressure. His fangs-
"Trehan, I'm coming!" Her climax engulfed her. In turn, he drew harder from her, intensifying the spasms until they ripped through her like an electric current.
He kept thrusting, plunging into the wetness of her orgasm as it continued on and on.
She was still coming when he drove his erection as deep as it'd go. Fangs and shaft buried inside her body, he joined her release, beginning to pump his se**n into her womb.
She gloried in that first searing jet of seed. But then he had to relinquish her neck, his back bowing from the intensity of his spend.
He bared his fangs as he roared to the ceiling, "Bettina!" Muscles wracked, he thrashed atop her . . . again and again, filling her with copious heat. "You were made . . . for me alone. A mea, eternitate!"
Another frenzied thrust . . . and another . . .
With a final dazed groan, he collapsed over her, mouth back at her neck to kiss the bite, as if in thanks. When his hoarse exhalations fanned over his mark, she shivered anew, her lips curling. "Could you feel me, Trehan?"
"Ah, love, I could feel you very well," he said, easing to his back, with her enfolded in his arms. "And you liked my bite." Could he possibly sound any prouder?
"You know I did. So, is bite play something we can do daily? Or more like, hourly?"
"I love your questions, Bett."
She raised her head, laying her elbows across his still heaving chest and surveyed her vampire. The change in him was immediate-and profound.
She noted the color tingeing his high cheekbones, the swelling of his muscles as her lifeblood became his, the clearness of his eyes.
Green like Abaddon's forest.
And when he smiled at her, with his black hair tousled over his forehead and his eyes dancing, he took her breath. That grinding tension . . . had disappeared.
He brushed a braid from her cheek. Sounding very much like a well-pleasured male, he rasped, "I love you, dragă mea."
"I love you too." She sighed like a sap, knowing she was gazing at him with a dreamy expression. "Bad."
He cast her a double-take, then his grin deepened. Satisfaction rolling off him in waves, he held up his warrior's hand to view his ring. "Will any spikes pop out of this, I wonder."
"Only if you try to take it off."
A laugh rumbled from his chest. "No chance of that. I'd get you a ring as well, but I'd never find one equal to what you can create."
"If you wear my ring, I'll wear your bite."
He brushed her hair from her neck. "Already it fades."
"I guess you'll just have to give me another one." She felt his shaft pulse at her words.
"Delightedly," he said in a husky tone. "But first, I meant what I said, Bett. I want to wed you as soon as possible. Today."
"Okay! It counts as two boons. . . ." Yet then her excitement dimmed somewhat.
"What is it?"
She bit her bottom lip. "Do you recall the woman who was with me in the bar? She's my patroness, Sabine. She's been searching for you." At his quizzical glance, Bettina said, "Her sister has been taken by Vrekeners, and she's very interested to learn how you reached Skye Hall."
"I see. Do you want me to help her find her sister?"
"I . . . maybe? In any event, I feel like I should warn you-the more I look at my life, the more complicated it seems. Are you sure you want to sign on?"
Looking very fierce, he grated, "Try and stop me, Bett." He drew her down against him, her cheek resting against his strong heart.
He squeezed her tighter with a brawny, possessive arm, nuzzling her hair.
"I'm serious, vampire," she said, tracing nervous patterns over his skin. "Can you handle my assembled ragtag family, a snarky peeping phanTom, life among deathly demons, and potentially a hell-plane intervention for a friend? Oh, and possibly leaving within the hour to plot a Sorceri rescue?"
She felt Daciano grin against her hair and knew what he was about to say. And she knew she'd believe him.
"Yes," her vampire said simply. "My love, yes."
But his eyes flashed open as he felt her body readying to come, those beginning tremors like strokes around his shaft. . . .
When the vampire had eased his fangs into her flesh, Bettina had trembled with shock.
Like brands, they'd scalded her with white-hot pleasure. Like brands, they'd changed her irrevocably.
His bite was ruinous, pleasuring her so thoroughly she knew she would crave it forever.
As he sucked her blood with rumbling growls, ecstasy welled up inside her. Each of his draws magnified it. A cry escaped her lips, making him snarl into his bite.
Her body tightened beneath his-twisting, rocking, spiraling-rapture about to overtake her. "Vampire! More!"
Though his mouth and bite were gentle, his hips began to surge between her legs, pounding his thick shaft inside her, just as she needed him to.
His hands covered her br**sts, kneading possessively, sending her closer to the edge. She arched into his palms, rubbing her achy ni**les against his callused skin.
Friction. Pressure. His fangs-
"Trehan, I'm coming!" Her climax engulfed her. In turn, he drew harder from her, intensifying the spasms until they ripped through her like an electric current.
He kept thrusting, plunging into the wetness of her orgasm as it continued on and on.
She was still coming when he drove his erection as deep as it'd go. Fangs and shaft buried inside her body, he joined her release, beginning to pump his se**n into her womb.
She gloried in that first searing jet of seed. But then he had to relinquish her neck, his back bowing from the intensity of his spend.
He bared his fangs as he roared to the ceiling, "Bettina!" Muscles wracked, he thrashed atop her . . . again and again, filling her with copious heat. "You were made . . . for me alone. A mea, eternitate!"
Another frenzied thrust . . . and another . . .
With a final dazed groan, he collapsed over her, mouth back at her neck to kiss the bite, as if in thanks. When his hoarse exhalations fanned over his mark, she shivered anew, her lips curling. "Could you feel me, Trehan?"
"Ah, love, I could feel you very well," he said, easing to his back, with her enfolded in his arms. "And you liked my bite." Could he possibly sound any prouder?
"You know I did. So, is bite play something we can do daily? Or more like, hourly?"
"I love your questions, Bett."
She raised her head, laying her elbows across his still heaving chest and surveyed her vampire. The change in him was immediate-and profound.
She noted the color tingeing his high cheekbones, the swelling of his muscles as her lifeblood became his, the clearness of his eyes.
Green like Abaddon's forest.
And when he smiled at her, with his black hair tousled over his forehead and his eyes dancing, he took her breath. That grinding tension . . . had disappeared.
He brushed a braid from her cheek. Sounding very much like a well-pleasured male, he rasped, "I love you, dragă mea."
"I love you too." She sighed like a sap, knowing she was gazing at him with a dreamy expression. "Bad."
He cast her a double-take, then his grin deepened. Satisfaction rolling off him in waves, he held up his warrior's hand to view his ring. "Will any spikes pop out of this, I wonder."
"Only if you try to take it off."
A laugh rumbled from his chest. "No chance of that. I'd get you a ring as well, but I'd never find one equal to what you can create."
"If you wear my ring, I'll wear your bite."
He brushed her hair from her neck. "Already it fades."
"I guess you'll just have to give me another one." She felt his shaft pulse at her words.
"Delightedly," he said in a husky tone. "But first, I meant what I said, Bett. I want to wed you as soon as possible. Today."
"Okay! It counts as two boons. . . ." Yet then her excitement dimmed somewhat.
"What is it?"
She bit her bottom lip. "Do you recall the woman who was with me in the bar? She's my patroness, Sabine. She's been searching for you." At his quizzical glance, Bettina said, "Her sister has been taken by Vrekeners, and she's very interested to learn how you reached Skye Hall."
"I see. Do you want me to help her find her sister?"
"I . . . maybe? In any event, I feel like I should warn you-the more I look at my life, the more complicated it seems. Are you sure you want to sign on?"
Looking very fierce, he grated, "Try and stop me, Bett." He drew her down against him, her cheek resting against his strong heart.
He squeezed her tighter with a brawny, possessive arm, nuzzling her hair.
"I'm serious, vampire," she said, tracing nervous patterns over his skin. "Can you handle my assembled ragtag family, a snarky peeping phanTom, life among deathly demons, and potentially a hell-plane intervention for a friend? Oh, and possibly leaving within the hour to plot a Sorceri rescue?"
She felt Daciano grin against her hair and knew what he was about to say. And she knew she'd believe him.
"Yes," her vampire said simply. "My love, yes."
