Devoured by Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #7)(26)

“You shouldn’t challenge me, sweet Laylah,” he growled in warning. “Or what?”

A slow smile curved his lips. “I promised I would make you beg.”

“Not even in your wildest … oh … oh …” Her head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as he released a jolt of power. Her nails dug into his chest, the tiny pain making his hips jerk upward in pleasure. “Dammit,” she muttered. “That’s not fair.”

Gripping her hips he stroked her over the hard length of his erection, hissing at the exquisite sensation.

“But you like it,” he said, his hand skimming up the curve of her waist to cup her breast.

“I didn’t say that.”

His smile widened as her soft sigh of encouragement filled the room.

“Your moans of pleasure gave it away.”

She sucked in a deep breath, her eyes opening to reveal a dangerous sparkle in the dark depths.

“Did they? Well, maybe we should discover what you like.”

Before he could guess her intent she was bending forward, deliberately rubbing her br**sts against his chest before brushing her mouth over his lips.

The caress was as soft as a feather, but Tane jerked as if he’d been punched in the gut. It was this woman. Her touch, her scent, her soft sounds of pleasure. It all combined to send his lust into hyperdrive.

Just as gently she parted his lips, running her tongue down the length of his massive fang. He groaned, wondering if she knew what the hell she was doing to him.

“Be careful that you’re not starting something you’re not prepared to finish,” he husked.

“I’m making sure you’re prepared.” She laughed, spreading kisses down his clenched jaw. Then, with an evil disregard for his shattered restraint, she forged a brazen path over his chest and journeyed southward.

His hands clutched the sheet beneath him as she tormented him with light nips and nibbles, touching him everywhere but where he most ached.

Sadist.

Lifting his head off the pillow, he glared down at his tormentor, his words of protest dying on his lips as he caught sight of her beautiful features intent as she concentrated on her self-imposed task and her brilliant hair shimmering like fire.

The mere sight was nearly enough to make him come.

Then her tiny tongue peeked out and she licked him from root to tip.

Tane roared in pleasure, his fingers threading through her hair as her lips parted and she closed around his head, her tongue doing things that threatened to enslave him far more effectively than her Jinn magic.

With an obvious intent to punish him, she explored him with her lips and tongue, her caresses a slow, deliberate exercise in torment.

He moaned, at last grasping her shoulders and hauling her up his body.

“You prepare me anymore and our fun will be over before it’s begun,” he muttered.

She gazed down at him, a smug hint of amusement shimmering in her dark eyes as she straddled his hips.

“What about the famed stamina of vampires? I suppose it was too good to be true?”

His predatory instincts flared. A direct challenge.

With a motion too swift for her to anticipate, Tane rolled so her slender body was trapped beneath him, her hands pressed to his chest and her eyes wide.

“You want stamina?” He brushed his lips along the stubborn line of her jaw and scraped his fangs down the length of her neck. He smiled as she shuddered in reaction. “I can give you all the stamina you’ll ever need.”

“Tane …”

Her words broke off with a sigh as his lips closed over the tip of her breast, his tongue teasing the puckered nipple before trailing down the center of her body, pausing to dip into her belly button before he was arranging himself between her spread legs for the most delectable feast.

Drowning in the scent of her arousal, Tane nibbled at her inner thigh, a smile curving his lips as her soft whimper filled the air.

With deliberate care, he turned his head to slide his tongue gently into the waiting heat of her body. He stroked through her slick honey, once and then twice, his hands pressed against her legs as she bowed beneath the fierce pleasure. Tane had barely found the tiny nub he’d been searching for before Laylah had reached down to grasp his mohawk and struggled to yank him upward.

“Please.”

Tane had every intention of making her suffer as he had, but his c**k was ready to explode, threatening to embarrass him.

Rising upward, he studied the woman spread below him, her eyes dark with passion and her lips parted in anticipation. His gaze slid down the perfect ivory form, with the rose-crested br**sts and softly flaring hips.

A stunningly beautiful creature.

That was his.

All his.

“Your wish is my command,” he softly swore, his hands shifting beneath her legs to tilt her upward.

Their gazes locked as he slid into her welcoming heat with one smooth stroke.

Tane froze as a stunning ecstasy combined with a sense of … rightness blazed through him.

God almighty. He would have sworn that he knew everything there was to know about sex.

The women he’d bedded had been entertaining companions for a few hours and he’d done everything in his considerable power to make sure they both enjoyed their time together. But this …

This was touching him in dangerous places. Places he had deliberately kept shut off since the night of the god awful bloodbath.