Hunt the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #11)(24)

Sally’s startled gasp echoed through the shelter.

She’d never realized a mere brush of his lips over her mating mark could be so . . . erotic.

Her skin tingled, electric darts of anticipation arrowing straight to her womb.

She released a shaky groan as his cool, clever fingers skimmed down her body, tugging at the zipper of her jeans.

How many nights had she fantasized about this vampire? His touch . . . his kiss . . .

The feel of his fangs striking deep into her flesh.

Lost in the cascading pleasure, Sally arched her back in silent encouragement.

Roke growled in appreciation, turning his attention to her naked breasts. His tongue tortured the sensitive tip as his hands skillfully slid the jeans down her slender hips, pausing long enough to yank off her shoes before the jeans were removed and tossed across the floor.

Slowly his fingers explored the slender curve of her hip, as he trailed kisses over her opposite breast. Sally forgot to breathe as she restlessly ran her hands over his chest, her body trembling with need.

“This is insanity,” she moaned.

“No.” He nibbled a path to the tip of her breast. “Insanity is trying to fight this.”

A part of her agreed. The part that was shivering with a breathless anticipation that made her heart pound and her knees weak.

Another part, however, understood that this was more than a casual quickie.

The mating mark on her arm still tingled from his light caress, emphasizing their unnervingly intimate connection.

Did she really want to take the chance of becoming even more tightly bound to a vampire who was desperate to get rid of her?

“Roke . . . wait.”

With a soft curse, he lifted his head, his expression tight with frustration.

“I can feel your desire, Sally,” he rasped. “You ache with your need.”

She flushed. It was awful enough he could scent her arousal without having a direct peek into her inner fantasies.

“Which is precisely why this is such a bad idea.”

His eyes flashed with silver fire. “It’s not an idea. It’s fate. We both know it.”

“And if it somehow interferes in the magic binding us together? There are demons who use sex to complete their mating.”

Without warning, he had her scooped in his arms and stretched across the narrow bed.

“Right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”

She shuddered as he leaned over her, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

“Roke—”

“Ssh.” He nuzzled soft kisses down the line of her chin. “There is more than one way to share pleasure.”

His fingers gently traced the curve of her breasts, as his mouth sought her lips in a kiss of stark need.

She moaned, her toes curling as his tongue penetrated her lips, a flood of melting desire rushing through her.

She knew she should fight.

There were a thousand reasons this could be put in the worst-decision-ever category.

But hell, who was she fooling?

It hadn’t only been her appetite that had suffered when she’d been apart from Roke. Her restless nights had been plagued by a craving for his touch.

Now her body was responding to him with a fierce joy that couldn’t be denied.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe this was fate.

As if sensing her capitulation, his fingers circled the tight buds of her breasts, learning what made her gasp in delight before he lowered himself to capture a sensitive tip between his lips.

Sally gave a choked cry of pleasure, her fingers tangling in the silken strands of his hair.

She’d always heard that vampires made the best lovers.

Perhaps predictable since they used seduction to feed. But her intense reaction as he sucked her nipple wasn’t the result of skill. It was the response of a woman completely enthralled by one specific man.

Roke.

Only Roke.

“So sweet,” he murmured, his lips traveling between her breasts as his hands gently tugged her legs apart.

Vaguely aware he was still fully dressed while she was stark naked, Sally was too aroused to feel embarrassment as he trailed his fingers down the curve of her waist and cupped her hips in his hands.

With delicious care his mouth followed the path of his fingers, planting soul-melting kisses down her quivering stomach.

Sally undulated beneath his teasing touch, glancing down to meet the smoldering silver gaze that monitored her with a searing intensity.

A slow wicked smile curved his lips, exposing his snow-white fangs. She groaned, the dampness between her legs flooding the room with the scent of her arousal.

His smile widened.

“Peaches,” he growled.

Then, before she could brace herself, he was sliding off the edge of the bed so he could tug her legs over his shoulders and nibble a path up her inner thigh.

She closed her eyes, dropping her head back on the mattress as he at last found the center of her aching need, licking his tongue through the wet heat.

Oh. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Her hips tilted upward, silently encouraging the slow, steady stroke of his tongue, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.

The exquisite pleasure was building at a rapid rate.

Too rapid.

She wanted to prolong the pleasure. To drown in the ripples of delight that shimmered through the very core of her.