Hunt the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #11)(25)

But it’d been so long. And it felt so damned good.

His hands loosened their grip on her hips, sliding up her body to caress her stiffened nipples.

“Roke, I—”

Her words were lost as his tongue dipped into her body, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that destroyed any hope of savoring the moment.

She hissed between clenched teeth, reaching down to shove her fingers through his hair, pressing his wicked tongue even deeper.

“Yes, sweet Sally,” he growled between strokes. “Come for me.”

As if his words were magic, the pleasure swelled to a critical level and with a last thrust of his tongue, Roke catapulted her into ecstasy.

Stunned in the aftermath of her cataclysmic climax, Sally lay in a boneless daze as Roke kissed his way back up her stomach, lingering to lavish her sensitive breasts with detailed attention before he covered her with his hard body.

“I think I’m addicted to peaches,” he teased, his fangs scraping lightly over her throat.

Sally shivered, her hands sliding beneath his heavy leather jacket to shove it away from his shoulders.

“Off,” she murmured.

With liquid grace he shrugged the jacket off and tossed it on the floor. The leather garment landed with a thud, revealing he had a weapon tucked in a pocket. Probably more than one.

He gazed down at her with smoldering silver eyes. “Happy now?”

She slowly shook her head, her hands tracing the smooth planes of chest. Beneath her fingers she could feel his muscles flex at her touch, his body shuddering in pleasure.

“Not yet.”

He smiled. “More?”

“My turn.”

She yanked the tee up and over his head, her breath catching as she stared at the width of his naked chest.

She’d expected the chiseled muscles and smooth, bronzed skin. What made her breath catch was the magnificent dragon that had been tattooed over one pectoral muscle and down his rib cage.

Softly, she traced the outline of the golden, mythical creature before moving to the brilliant crimson wings and dark jade body.

“The mark of CuChulainn?” she asked. She’d heard of the mark given to those vampires willing to endure the battles of Durotriges to become clan chief, but she’d never actually seen one.

He made a choked sound of pleasure at her light touch. “Yes.”

She stroked to the tail that curled around his side. “Is it sensitive?”

He held her gaze as he slowly extended his arm. “Not as sensitive as this.”

She shivered at the sight of the mating tattoo that ran beneath the skin of his inner arm, the memory of his lips tracing the crimson marks stirring the desire she’d assumed to be well and truly sated.

Holding his gaze, she lifted her head to use her tongue to trail over the intricate curves of the crimson lines, her heart racing as his eyes darkened to a beguiling smoke.

“Shit . . . that feels good,” he muttered.

She continued to nuzzle the marking, her fingers moving to skim over the curve of his ribs and then down the hard ridges of his stomach. Reaching the waistband of his jeans, she popped the snap and unzipped his jeans.

Immediately his cock sprang free.

“And what about this?” she teased, curling her fingers around his impressive width. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh, hell yes.” He shoved himself up to perch on his knees, straddling her as he watched her explore his rigid length. “But, this isn’t—”

“This is what I want.”

She inwardly shrugged off the premonition that this . . . this intimacy was every bit as dangerous as full-out-interlocking-parts sex.

They weren’t hurting anyone, were they?

Besides, there was a thrilling pleasure in knowing this aloof, frigidly controlled vampire was in her power.

Not because of a spell.

Or a trick.

But because her touch set him on fire.

Refusing to contemplate why his fierce passion felt like some sort of victory, Sally stroked her fingers down his straining cock, amazed by the cool smoothness of his skin. Satin over steel.

Excitement curled in the pit of her stomach as she reached the soft sack, giving him a squeeze that made him choke out a strangled groan before she was exploring back to the blunt tip.

Roke squeezed his eyes shut, hissing as she pushed downward again.

“Oh, gods. I’m not going to survive.”

She chuckled as she wiggled until she could sit up, angling downward so she could take the fully engorged erection into her mouth.

“Sally.” He cupped her face to pull her back, his harshly beautiful features tight with need.

She met his smoky gaze. “Let me.”

He gave a slow nod, his lips curling back to reveal his massive fangs as she took him back into her mouth, her fingers circling his base as she swirled her tongue over his tender tip.

His fingers shifted to tangle in her hair, the ground shaking and a frost coating the ceiling as his power flowed through the room.

“Yes,” he groaned, his entire body trembling as he jerkily surged in and out of her mouth. “Perfect. So perfect.”

Chapter Seven

Roke had been a vampire for more centuries than he could remember.

Which meant he’d assumed that he’d seen and done just about everything possible in the world.

An assumption that had been blown to hell by the tiny witch who was tucked next to him with her glorious autumn hair spilling over her pale, satin skin.