Daric’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #5)(22)
Author: J.S. Scott

He pinned her hands over her head and thrust into her hard and fast, just the way Hannah wanted it. “Yes,” she moaned with relief, the friction exquisite. “I already burn, Daric.” So hot I can’t take anymore.

“Need you to feel the way I do. Need me the way I need you,” he snarled as his hips flexed, pounding into her with a force that took her breath away.

“I do.” They were the only words Hannah could choke out as her hips rose to meet the forceful thrusts of his cock, their carnal mating the only thing that would satisfy her lust, her desire for her mate’s big, powerful body to take her over the edge.

Her back arched as what felt like a thousand jolts of electricity battered her body, centering in her core as Daric moved deeper, faster, furiously. Releasing her hands, he grasped her hips, pummeling into her, owning her.

Sensing his urge to taste her, Hannah turned her head, baring the vulnerable curve of her neck. His fangs sunk into her flesh with a carnality that sent her over the edge, her body climaxing violently as Daric drew from her neck in the same fast and furious rhythm that matched the movements of his cock.

“Oh, God. Yes,” she hissed as he pulled deep and fast while he pounded into her channel just as ferociously.

She grasped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she searched for purchase, her body floating as erotic heat coursed through her from Daric’s bite, as endless invisible threads wound around their souls, bonding them together as one.

Hannah sobbed openly as the powerful contractions of her channel milked Daric’s pounding c**k and tiny fangs erupted from her gums. As Daric swirled his tongue over the bite in her neck, closing it, Hannah didn’t hesitate, burying her hands into his hair as she bit his neck, sinking her fangs into his flesh with a moan.

“Fuck!” Daric groaned as Hannah ran her hands through his hair, feeding sensually from his neck.

She pulled slowly, taking Daric’s blood into her body, savoring his essence. He was feeling the same incredible binding of their souls, and he growled as he buried himself deeply inside of her with a feral groan, his warm release flooding her womb. His entire body shuddered as she ran her tongue smoothly over the puncture on his neck, sealing it.

He rolled, keeping his c**k deeply imbedded inside her as she sprawled on top of his huge, muscular body. Struggling for breath, Hannah didn’t speak as she floated down from her mating high. Daric held her lovingly, possessively, one hand on her lower back and one in her hair.

Still trembling in the aftermath of the most extraordinary experience of her life, she wished she could find the words to express what had just happened, but they escaped her. There wasn’t really anything she could say to explain what had just occurred.

I know. I feel the same.

Hannah smiled as she heard Daric’s baritone in her mind. His confusion and pain were gone, replaced with a profound peace.

“I love you,” she whispered quietly next to his ear, yawning as she rested her head on his shoulder, so tired she couldn’t move.

“Don’t move,” he demanded, covering them both with a sheet and quilt.

“I’ll squash you,” she answered, trying to disengage their tangled bodies, knowing she was ready to fall asleep, her body completely drained.

Daric quirked an arrogant brow at her and yanked her back against him, urging her head back to his shoulder. “I’m King of the Vampire Healers. I do not…get squashed.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Am I going to stay here all day? It could get uncomfortable for you.”

“Yes,” he answered in a husky voice. “And I love you too, Hannah.”

Her heart stuttered and skipped a beat. She already knew he loved her, had known it since he’d rushed into the horde of fallen without a concern for his own pain, intent on ensuring her safety. But hearing it aloud made her heart sing. Releasing another tired breath, she answered, “Okay. Just don’t complain if you hurt when you wake up.” And really, she was so very comfortable and felt so incredibly safe.

“Oh, I’ll ache. But you’ll be exactly where I need you to relieve the pain,” he answered in a wicked, wicked voice. “And I’ll know if you try to get yourself in trouble,” he added, locking his arms around her waist.

Hannah smiled against his shoulder. Honestly, Daric could be such a caveman. “I won’t,” she answered honestly. “Seeing what you’re willing to do to protect me scared me, Daric. I don’t want to put you in danger.”

“Speaking of that, mate, you will call me whenever you need me, for any reason. Don’t ever try to close your thoughts to me again when you need help,” he grumbled. “Or for any other reason.”

“I was trying to protect you. I was afraid you would die. And it didn’t work anyway,” Hannah argued, the horrendous memory of being assaulted by the fallen making her shiver.

“Don’t ever doubt that I can protect you, love. And I will. If anything ever happened to you I’d go insane just like my father. Only it wouldn’t happen slowly. Keep that in mind next time you decide to risk yourself. You risk both of us,” he told her sternly, but one of his hands moved from her waist to her hair, stroking it soothingly, as though trying to chase away the memories of the fallen.

Hannah sighed, thinking it was really too bad that she couldn’t do anything worth him punishing her again. Her ass tingled, and her core clenched just thinking about Daric’s brand of punishment.

“I could always think of some minor infraction,” he suggested in a husky voice, his hand moving down to caress her ass.

“You’d make up something bogus?” she answered, smiling as she felt his c**k starting to swell inside her.

“Yes,” he replied immediately.

“Your Majesty, that isn’t very king-like behavior,” she admonished him with a startled laugh.

Daric rolled, trapping her beneath him, his eyes hot with sinful intent. “Never did give a shit about being King,” he rumbled, covering her mouth with his.

Hannah’s body ignited, all thoughts of sleep slipping away as her desire roared to life.

Ah…was there anything better than royalty behaving badly?

Later, much later, Hannah decided that there really wasn’t.

Epilogue

Six Months Later…

Daric tugged on the bow tie of the uncomfortable tuxedo he was wearing with a frown, using his magic to make the tie and top button of the shirt looser and more comfortable. Better. The starch in the shirt still scraped at his neck, but he’d live with it to make Hannah happy. Anything for Hannah.