Lover Avenged (Black Dagger Brotherhood #7)(93)

She came again. Hard.

This time Ehlena let herself go with it completely, and it was a relief to just be in her skin and with him. As she recovered from the pleasure, she didn’t even flinch as he started to kiss his way down past her stomach and to her—

She groaned so loudly there was an echo.

As with his fingers, the feel of his mouth on her sex was all the more vivid because he barely touched her. Soft strokes hovered over that vulnerable, hot place on her body, making her strain to feel him, turning each pass of his lips and his tongue into a source of both pleasure and frustration.

“More,” she demanded, pushing her hips up.

His amethyst eyes lifted. “I don’t want to be too rough.”

“You won’t be. Please…it’s killing me….”

With a growl, he dove down and sealed her sex with his mouth, sucking her, pulling her into him. She came again, this time in hard, shattering blows, but he did her right. He kept going, riding out her jerks and arches, the sound of lips against lips rising up with her guttural cries as he worked her and made her climax over and over again.

When God only knew how many times she released, she stilled and so did he. They were both panting, his glossy mouth on the inside of her thigh, his three fingers buried tight in her, their scents mingling in the heated air of the—

She frowned. Part of the heady fragrance in the room was…dark spices. And as she sniffed deeply, his eyes lifted to hers.

Her shocked expression must have shown exactly the conclusion she came to.

“Yeah, I’m catching the scent as well,” he said roughly.

Except he couldn’t have bonded with her, could he? Did it really happen that fast?

“For some males it does,” he said. “Evidently.”

Abruptly she realized he was reading her mind, but she didn’t care. Considering where he’d been, getting into her brain didn’t seem half as intimate.

“I didn’t expect this,” she said.

“Wasn’t on my list either.” Rehvenge withdrew his fingers from her and licked them clean with deliberate strokes of his tongue.

Which naturally teed her up all over again.

Her eyes stayed on his as he repositioned himself upon the pillows she had thrashed around on.

“If you have no clue what to say, join the club.”

“We don’t have to say anything,” she murmured. “It just is.”

“Yeah.”

Rehvenge rolled over onto his back, and as they lay in the dark with about six inches between them, she missed him as if he’d left the country.

Turning on her side, she rested her head on the inside of her arm and stared at him as he stared at the ceiling.

“I wish I could give you something,” she said, leaving the whole bonding thing for a later time. Too much talk was going to ruin what they’d just shared, and she wanted to keep it going for a little longer.

He glanced over. “Are you crazy? Do I need to remind you what we just did?”

“I want to give you something like that.” She winced. “I don’t mean to make it sound like something was missing…I mean…Crap.”

He smiled and brushed her cheek. “It’s sweet of you, don’t feel awkward about it. And don’t underestimate how much all that pleased me.”

“I want you to know something. No one could have made me feel any better or more beautiful than you just did.”

He turned to her and mirrored her position, resting his head on his thick biceps. “See why it was good for me?”

She took his hand in hers and kissed his palm, only to frown. “You’re growing cold. I can feel it.”

She sat up and pulled the duvet over his body, wrapping him up first, then cuddling into him, while lying on top of the covers.

They stayed like that for a century.

“Rehvenge?”

“Yes.”

“Take my vein.”

She could tell she’d shocked the shit out of him by the way his breath caught. “Excuse…Wh-what?”

She had to smile, thinking that he wasn’t the kind of male who stuttered much. “Take my vein. Let me give you something.”

Through his parted lips she saw his fangs elongate, not so much inching as punching out of his skull.

“I’m not sure…whether that would be…” As his breath grew ragged, his voice got even deeper.

She put her hand to her neck and massaged her jugular slowly. “I think it’s a great idea.”

As his eyes glowed purple, she eased onto her back and cocked her head to the side, exposing her throat.

“Ehlena…” His eyes traveled down her body and returned to her neck.

He was panting and flushed now, a fine sheen of sweat slicking up what portion of his shoulders showed from out of the covers. And that wasn’t the half of it. The scent of dark spices flared until it saturated the air, his internal chemistry reacting to the need he had for her and what she wanted to do for him.

“Oh…shit, Ehlena—”

Abruptly, Rehvenge frowned and looked down at himself. His hand, the one that had been tender on her cheek, disappeared under the covers and his expression changed: The heat and the purpose drained right out of it, leaving only a troubling kind of disgust.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I’m sorry…I can’t…”