Embrace the Dark (The Blood Rose #1)(39)
Author: Caris Roane

She didn’t try to analyze her next move, but rather went with her instincts. As she lowered to lick a long line up his throat, she realized some new part of her was actually hungry. And there it was, her first understanding of blood hunger.

She licked his throat several times, pulling back each time to watch his neck shift and the vein rise. A swell of desire propelled her forward, her fangs emerged, and she sunk them. She felt Gerrod’s hips jerk and his vibration seemed to get stronger. Oh, God, all these sensations. The fangs retreated and blood flowed. She formed a seal around the skin and suckled.

But as she did, her hips began a serious pistoning motion as though driven by her blood-need. The taste was not what she expected, but rather flavored like his scent, like fresh rain, which seemed so impossible and yet was like everything she knew Gerrod to be.

When his blood reached her stomach, the fireworks began, little sparks dancing everywhere, even in her veins. She moaned. His hands were on her hips now and he took over the thrusting, his muscled thighs pumping her hard, the rippling waves of energy taking her to the edge.

She was so close.

I’m close.

Just let go.

Two more sucks and the orgasm gripped her, rolling along all her sensitive flesh and flying up through her body, up and up until she released his neck, arched away from him, and the final sensation crested. She screamed and writhed, savoring the ecstasy, the deep fulfillment, the intensity of his energy moving in powerful waves, over her and through her. And the whole time, he thrust up into her, helping all that pleasure to go on and on.

At last, she stilled above him, arms stretched out, eyes closed. He took both her hands in his. “Look at me.”

She couldn’t quite focus but she eased back toward him and planted her hands on either side of him. She met his piercing blue eyes and fell into them. He flexed his hips. He was still very hard within her.

“Abigail, release your frequency for me.”

“This will complete our bond, won’t it?” She knew she held within her similar waves of energy. She just wasn’t sure she could survive another blissful experience.

But his smile appeared and his eyelids fell to half-mast. “According to Vojalie it will and it is most necessary. I want all my brethren mastyr vampires to be warned away from you. After what I experienced with Ethan that night at the bakery, I am convinced only a bond will serve.”

“Then I’d better find my frequency right now.”

She drew in a small breath and began searching deep within. At the same time, she rocked her hips, pushing against his thrusts, gripping him down low in a way that had his neck arching.

“Sweet Goddess,” he whispered.

As her own pleasure began to build all over again, as his blood streaked through her veins, setting her on fire once more, she hunted through her emerging frequencies. So many pathways to learn and to explore, but this one was a gift she could give to Gerrod. The continuous stroking of his own energy against her body was as though fingers touched and fondled her everywhere. She wanted that for him in return.

She found the pathway and smiled down at him. She began to release her energy. When she did, the pleasure she felt doubled, that was the only way she could explain it. She was close all over again.

Gerrod looked up at her, his brow creased, but only because he was damn close. He groaned.

“Yes,” she whispered. She leaned down and kissed him. He was so hard inside her.

“Your vibration, dear Goddess.”

“Yes.”

His hips began moving faster, until all she did was hold herself steady and look at him. The pulsing of his energy grew stronger, which ignited her own.

Then suddenly, the two vibrations touched and began to pass through each other. She felt drawn toward his body at the same time, and stretched out on top of him, needing to be close. She was panting and his breaths matched her own. His eyes had a wild look now.

“Gerrod.”

He reached up toward her . “Abigail.” She leaned down, putting her mouth on his. He thrust his tongue inside. The sensation kept rolling as Gerrod drove into her. She was trembling now as he wrapped his powerful arms around her.

I’m ready, she pathed.

Good. Do you feel that?

Like the rumbling of a train. Oh…God.

The explosion of ecstasy was abrupt and profound, as though the orgasm took hold of her entire body and his, as though she could feel his and he could feel hers.

The kiss broke, and he shouted into the ceiling, words of a different language as he came. But his voice sounded a million miles away. Her head felt full of a rushing wind, and pleasure kept flowing up her body and back, waves and more waves.

“Oh, my God,” she cried.

Gerrod continued to thrust, so long as the shared frequencies flowed. Finally, each frequency retreated and pulled apart, leaving a beautiful lethargy behind. She relaxed against him, tucking her head beneath his chin. Her eyes closed.

She breathed in and out, savoring the rise and fall of his chest, the strength of his arms, that she was still connected with him, still one with him.

After a moment, she rose up to look at him. Somehow, it seemed very important. He opened his eyes and smiled, his wonderful half-smile.

“Hey,” she whispered. She touched his lips with her fingers. “That was amazing.”

“I didn’t know it could be like that.” He pushed her damp hair behind her ears. “You’re beautiful Abigail.”

She smiled. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” His deep warm voice rolled over her.

Without warning, the bond tightened. She gasped. “Do you feel that?”

His eyes widened. He put a hand first to his chest then to hers. “It’s as though an invisible cord stretches between us.”

“Exactly and when you said you loved me, it tightened.”

“Yes, that is exactly what it felt like.”

“So we’re officially bonded, mastyr vampire and blood rose.”

At that, he released a deep breath and smiled. “I just can’t believe it, though.” He stroked the side of her neck. “And you truly feel better and not at all weak?”

“Better, absolutely. When you have need of blood, my body gets busy producing what you need.”

His arms tightened around her. “Then I start producing what you need.”

Since she could feel him low and that he was aroused once more, her whole body arched with desire. “It seems like a really fair exchange.” She smiled then laughed.

“I love your laugh. Have I told you that?”