Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(120)

The second slap to her engorged clit had her whimpering and holding her breath. The entire world seemed to stop. He waited, his mouth at her ear, his breathing heavy.

Smack.

She shrieked. Her orgasm imploded within her, shredding the entire world. Lights ripped behind her eyelids. He rubbed her clit, intensifying every excruciating sensation, forcing her to shake through the entire climax, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Finally, she went limp with a low murmur.

The world tilted, and she found herself on her knees, Talen following her down. Need clawed through her again, somehow sharper than before. Her hands flattened on the marble floor.

A rough hand between her shoulder blades forced her down, chest to marble. She turned her head to the side, trying to find enough air to fill her lungs. Rough hands grabbed her hips, one brushing the marking.

She arched.

The thickness of his erection pressed against her still-quivering sex. He shoved in with one hard thrust, pushing past swollen membranes and pulsing nerves, stretching her until he embedded himself deep inside her. She gasped, her body going rigid.

He flexed his fingers and then stilled. “You okay?”

Her voice was long gone, so she could only nod, and her body slowly relaxed.

Then and only then did he start to move, pounding into her with fast, deliberate thrusts. Agonizing, desperate pleasure electrified her internal tissues, and she pushed back against him, the outside world ceasing to exist.

There was only Talen and his long, demanding drives into her. Lightning arced from her clit to her womb, burning beneath her skin. A razor-sharp sizzle streaked through her, forcing her higher, increasing the pressure building too quickly inside her.

He stopped, his hold almost bruising.

“No,” she breathed, her lungs compressing, her body shaking with the need for release.

He leaned over her and scraped his fangs along his bite marks. “Now. Tell me.”

On all that was holy. She blinked several times and tried to clear her vision. Oh, she knew he was a centuries-old soldier, and he knew what to do in battle. “Fine,” she gasped. “Next time demons are after me, and the kids are with us, I’ll stay in the room.”

“Not good enough. Try again.” His fangs pierced her neck and dug in.

A shaking started deep inside her, and she clenched around his cock.

He groaned against her skin, and his fangs went deeper.

Pain flared and snapped to where they were joined, increasing the unreal need. Her vision went completely, so she shut her eyes. She tried to push back against him, but his hold remained absolute.

The fangs cut deeper.

She sucked in air. Her entire shoulder was on fire, but the pain didn’t come close to the need still building in her core. “Fine. In battle, I’ll obey.” It was the only damn word that would satisfy him.

His fangs touched, and he started to pound. Hard, fast, out of control, he thrust into her, forcing her thighs farther apart, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

The chill of the tile beneath her was yet another sensation added to the heated vampire behind her. She pushed back into his demanding thrusts, her body clenching around his. So much. It was too much. There were depths to Talen she hadn’t had a chance to reach yet, but now that she was whole, she’d explore every one of them.

His bite tightened just as he reached around and plucked her clit.

She exploded, shouting his name, her entire body convulsing. As she came, she could swear her entire soul joined in, lighting the room as her mate claimed her once again. He shoved inside her, held tight, and jerked with his own release.

His fangs retracted, and he licked the wound closed.

She went soft with a murmur. “Love you.”

He withdrew and turned her, rolling to stand with her in his arms. “My soul is yours, baby.”

Hmmm. Sounded like the same wavelength. She cuddled into his neck.

He chuckled. “Oh no. No sleeping. The claiming has just begun.”





Chapter 11


The call came in right about dawn. Talen jogged down to a room in the basement of the hotel, his mind clear, his senses on alert. He passed kitchen supplies, a series of storage rooms, and finally reached a small concrete room in the back.

Max stood outside, arms crossed. “They’re inside.”

Talen frowned, and the smell of pickles wafted around. “Pickles?”

Max shrugged. “Storage for food upstairs. Somebody must’ve spilled. The Sandovskys . . .”

“What?” Talen asked.

“Not what I expected.” Max pushed open the door.

Talen strode inside to see a man and a woman standing across a cement room. The guy was well over six feet tall with long blond hair and enough lines at his face to show at least a thousand years of life. The woman, petite and round, had stark white curly hair and soft black eyes. Both obviously full-bred demons. The guy shoved the woman behind him and settled his stance.

Talen kept all expression off his face. “You’re Sandovsky?”

“Yes.” The guy had a slightly Russian accent.

The woman poked her head around the man. “Me too. Sandovsky.” Her voice was low and her tone . . . ironic?

Talen shifted his feet. He’d planned to kill them quickly but hadn’t expected the woman. “You declared war on us.”

The woman slapped the man’s arm and tried—unsuccessfully—to move around him. “I told him it was a bad idea and that we should just have called you. But no. The world is tumultuous and dangerous and we have to be so careful.”