Embrace the Mystery (The Blood Rose #3)(34)
Author: Caris Roane

His fingers still played with her ass and she loved it. She loved his fingers on her, his tongue, his lips, even his teeth when he nipped her.

He positioned his c**k behind her and began to push inside, holding onto her hips, easing into her. She watched his eyes close as he penetrated her depths.

She was so wet for him and he was so big. He pulled back almost the full length of her except his tip, then shoved back inside letting her feel his thick stalk the entire distance.

She could feel his body revving up and she gasped knowing what would come. The vibration through his c**k came as a soft tingle then a rumbling as she pushed back against him.

“Be still.” He slapped her ass again.

The sensation startled her. The sting remained, combining with the vibration and the thrust of his cock, to create something new, something electric, something she wanted more of.

She pushed back again.

Once more he slapped her, then leaned over her and bit down on the back of her neck, hard and not with his fangs. You will obey me, Batya.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her, or why a strange vibration started up in her own body. She could hardly breathe.

That’s it. I’m feeling it now, your mating vibration is accepting me. He rolled his hips, thrusting. Damn that feels good.

Batya couldn’t help herself as she purposefully shoved her h*ps back hard.

No moving.

He bit down harder on her neck and reached around to pinch a nipple. He pumped in quick thrusts, grinding his teeth in to her neck and pinching her breast at the same time.

She cried out, wanting to tell him to stop because it hurt, yet not wanting him to stop.

She grew very still after which he eased up on the bite and the pinch, but increased the vibration deep inside. She moaned.

He rubbed her br**sts now and licked the back of her neck, sucking in turns. He had big, fleshy hands and his touch sent a thrill through her. He added vibration to his fingertips and moved in slow circles as he thrust in and out.

Moving his lips to the side of her neck, he began to lick over her vein. She groaned, needing him to sink his fangs, to drink from her.

Do it.

He eased back and stopped the sensual thrust inside her.

She’d made a mistake. She’d commanded him and everything stopped.

Her body ached so deep inside for movement and vibration that she gave a groan. I’m sorry mastyr.

Say it again, but look at me.

She shifted once more to look back at him. His expression was hard, commanding and her breathing hitched all over again. He looked dangerous, lethal, like he could tear her apart with a thought.

Her whole body quivered. I’m sorry, mastyr. I humbly beg your pardon.

He wrapped the long, thick length of her hair around his forearm, and pulled so that she felt caught. Once more, desire rushed through her, of being pinned by Quinlan, held fast, unable to escape.

Much better.

Holding her gaze, he thrust into her again and once more let the vibrations flow through her br**sts through his fingers and between her legs.

She moaned heavily, her own vibration seeking his and swirling over him. But he didn’t seem to complain about that. If anything, his realm vibration moved with hers, a kind of dance that echoed the heavy pounding of the drums.

She realized that their joined vibrations had synched with the drums, another erotic layer that had her well squeezing and released his stalk.

I’m going to take your blood, Cha, and you’re going to give it up for me. I’m going to drink until I’ve had my fill.

Yes, mastyr. She’d learned her lesson.

He released her hair to slide his arm around her waist. He held her tight against him in order to keep the upper part of her still while he continued to push in and out of her with his cock. She could have come but she held back, knowing that the slide to ecstasy was a mere thought away. She wanted to wait. She wanted the drums at the brigade circle rising to a crescendo, she wanted Quinlan sucking hard at her neck and his h*ps moving vampire fast. She wanted his vibration filling every inch of her body, then she’d release.

She’d never allowed a man to take her in this position before, not once. Now here she was letting the big hulk of a warrior vampire ride her hard, command her, and soon he’d drink, taking, as he said, his fill.

At the same time, and with great practice, his fangs sliced into her vein, then he began to suck. He sent another vibration through his lips on her neck so that chills rained down her side and over her br**sts. He pumped his h*ps hard.

Mine, cha. His deep voice rumbling through her head, his body draping over hers, his mouth sucking down her life-force, his h*ps working her hard—all brought her mating frequency forward in a way it had never been before.

He had all of her, something no man had ever taken before.

And it felt so damn good.

His movements became brisk, even rough. She wanted to move.

Let me move, please, mastyr.

You’ve asked nicely. Move with me now.

She pushed against him, her h*ps rocking. The drums in the distance fed the rhythm. Ecstasy built as a wave pulsed through her, then another and another, catching her up as Quinlan thrust hard into her, fast now, the beat of the drums quickening, his vibration at full-bore. He was so hard and her body gripped him. She cried out as pleasure streaked through her well, her abdomen, and rushed upward, filling her chest, her heart.

Suddenly he released her neck, rising up behind her, grabbing her h*ps hard as he thrust quicker still, then shouted into the open air. Her screams joined him as the rhythm of the drums pulsed, finally stopping just as her own cries eased down and Quinlan’s h*ps pushed in slower, final thrusts.

Her arms crumpled and she half-fell, half-tried to ease herself down onto the bed, her face pushed into the mattress, but she didn’t care. She felt so damn good.

Quinlan followed her and because he was so big, he managed to remain inside her, his hands catching her h*ps so that he lay on top of her. He spread his arms out on top of hers, breathing hard.

In the distance, a new drum rhythm began and the lyre played the prettiest melody. Batya couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

She’d forgotten the difference in the realm-world and for a moment, a very brief moment, she thought she could live here forever.

Chapter Seven

Something felt very wrong to Quinlan, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what rubbed his instincts the wrong way. With his blood needs satisfied for a brief period and so many feel-good chemicals tripping through his veins, he should have been at ease.

Instead, as he rose almost groggily from on top of Batya, he secured the overhead protective sun-shield with a nagging sense of something critical left undone. He brought Batya a hand towel for cleaning and glanced around.