Shadow's Claim (Immortals After Dark #13)(126)

“Our weapons.” He removed her mask. “As you wish to, my merry sorceress.”

“Then take me home, Trehan, to our bed.”

How those words affected him! He traced her directly there, easing her back across the silk.

Cradling her face, he bent to her lips, taking them beneath his own. With all the fervor he felt inside, he kissed her.

Only this time, no gallows awaited.

As their tongues twined, he and Bettina began ridding each other of clothes in a mad rush, hands colliding in their haste to touch bared skin.

Once he had his Bride naked, he drew back to simply gaze down at her. Swirls of light emanated from her supple skin, her eyes so lustrous. Magic heated her very palms as she reached for him, her fingertips sizzling when she swept them over his chest.

A sorceress desirous of her male.

Dipping his head, he nuzzled his lips all around one nipple, then the other, as his hand grazed up her thighs, higher . . .

She swiftly spread them, as if impatient for his touch.

With a reverent groan, he cupped her dewy sex, caressing it, demonstrating how much he adored her with every lingering stroke— “Trehan,” she began in a breathless voice, “can you . . . can you really wait for this much longer?”

Against her breast, he grated, “Gods, I love your questions, female!” Like a shot, he rose above her. When he was poised at her wet entrance, she laid her soft palms on his face.

Holding his gaze, she murmured, “You know you can do anything to me, Trehan. I’m yours, only yours. I always will be.”

At last! Words from a dream—

She pulled her shining hair over her shoulder, baring the lovely column of her neck. “Anything, vampire.”

His fangs throbbed for that skin. “If you knew how badly I’ve craved this . . . I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“It’s more than thirst, drag?. I hunger for your lifeblood. I need it mingling with my own forever.”

“Then take it.”

I’m truly to pierce her? She wanted him, had accepted him in all ways. And he would spend eternity proving to her why she was right to.

Must make it pleasurable.

Though he quaked with eagerness, he painstakingly fed his length inside her tight sex—with a slow, hot, wet glide to the hilt. He yelled out from the shock of pleasure, savoring her throaty moan.

Seated so deep inside her, he lowered his head, bringing his mouth to the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met. He licked her there, preparing her.

To take her blood while claiming her body. After centuries of waiting, fantasy would be made flesh. “Bett?” he rasped against her, still disbelieving.

“Now, Trehan. Now!”

As he opened his jaw wider, his fangs lengthened even more. He pressed the tips against her pulse. . . .

His bite breached the surface of her skin—again, with a slow, hot, wet glide. Her sweet flesh enveloped his aching fangs—a tight seal that made him shudder above her. So tight that no blood welled.

He had to suck her, and the feel of it was . . .

So f*cking perfect.

He gave a wretched groan as her blood touched his tongue. With that first contact, Trehan lost his mind.

Or found it.

Under his fangs, she writhed, her pale throat working as she screamed, “Trehan! Ah, gods, yes!”

His hips began to rock between her thighs as he drew her essence into him—a swift, scorching infusion that coursed through his every vein.

With each drop, his weeks-long grief ebbed, his ages of loneliness faded.

His female tasted of magic and heat and mystery. Sorcery steeped her blood, now dancing in his, enlivening him body and mind. Bettina este via??.

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 breasts, kneading possessively, sending her closer to the edge. She arched into his palms, rubbing her achy nipples 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 semen 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.