Ethan’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #1)(6)
Author: J.S. Scott

Ethan was in hell. One touch of her hand on his body brought his senses roaring to life.

His body burned, demanding immediate gratification. He ground his teeth and tried to ignore the burning desire to take her. She was his. He needed to possess her, own her. He wanted to consume her and to be buried in her scent, her body, her mind.

His c**k was hard and heavy. It had been a long time since he had felt that particular sensation, but never had he burned like this. He had been with women before he had succumbed to his involuntary impotence at the age of one hundred, but it had been normal desire and sex. This was more like a maniac’s obsession.

She would feel it too, even in her fragile state. It was normal for mates. She wouldn’t be dealing with the same frenzied desire as his, but her desire to mate would be there. Her desire to be satiated would be unrelenting…and it would drive him completely mad.

Once they were mated the intense desire and possessiveness would remain… but the frenzied craziness would subside. Once she was his. Once she belonged to him.

He let out an involuntary groan, trying to stifle it, let her have as much time as she needed to know him. She heard and pulled her hand back.

She said nothing, but her eyes spoke volumes. He could see her desire for him and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, his own need raging out of control.

Finally, she spoke hesitantly. “Can I make it through the mating…the bonding?” Though unsure, she didn’t sound fearful and Ethan was touched by her courage. She was willing to try. This tiny woman had more courage than some of the members of The Coalition.

“We need to build up your strength. I won’t lie to you, Brianna. It’s… difficult. Once the vow is spoken and our marks are joined, every feral and carnal instinct I to dominate you will rule me. It’s something I can’t overcome.” He pulled her close and cradled her against him.

“I want to try. I’m not ready to die. How do we build up my strength? I have to drink your blood, don’t I? I saw it in your mind.” She answered matter-of-factly, but he could tell that she was hesitant.

“We have to exchange blood, but I can make it easier for you.”

“How?”

“Like this.” He lowered his mouth to hers.

*****

The touch of his mouth on hers sent Brianna into a tailspin. Her senses whirled as his mouth took hers in a demanding assault. His tongue teased the seam of her lips and she opened to him willingly. His embrace possessed her, branding her whole body with fire. She lifted her arms around his neck and ran her hands through the rich texture of his silky hair.

His hands moved possessively over her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.

Ethan lifted her into his arms, never breaking contact with her mouth as he continued his relentless embrace. He carried her to the bed and lowered her gently to the sheets.

He took his mouth from hers and waved his hand. Instantly, her clothing disappeared. She was left lying naked and vulnerable as he stared down at her intensely.

“Ethan!” She squealed as she dove for the cover of the bed linens. “You can’t do that!”

He quirked his brow and gave her a wicked grin. “I just did.”

“I want my clothes back,” she demanded with embarrassment as she cowered below the sheets.

He slid onto the bed beside her and lifted the sheets from her body. “And you will get them back… eventually.” She saw his dark and passionate gaze before his mouth again lowered to hers.

She wanted to search for a covering. She was body conscious and she was too skinny right now, underweight from her illness, unattractive.

As his hand made its way to her breast, circling and teasing her nipple, she forgot about the covering. Oh God… his hands felt so good on her body.

“Don’t think, Brianna. Just feel,” he whispered in a graveled voice as his mouth left hers to lave her ear and the side of her neck.

How could she do anything else? His mouth continued to kiss and nip her face and neck while his hands teased her br**sts mercilessly. His fingers made circular patterns on her skin as they slid slowly over her stomach. They moved in a lazy pattern that was driving her insane. She felt like she was on fire. Was this his vampire magic or the magic of his touch alone?

She felt his meandering fingers go lower and started stroking between her thighs, over the light curls, and she lost her breath.

“Open for me, Brianna,” he demanded in a soft, seductive voice.

She complied immediately, needing to feel his touch, wanting those wicked fingers. His strokes were persistent, teasing through the wet, slick dew.

She moaned, grinding her hips up to meet his fingers. She needed more.

As though he sensed her need, he slid his finger up to the place begging for his attention, making slow circles on the sensitive bud. The glide of his fingers brought her higher and higher, making her desperate.

“Ethan!” She cried his name as she squirmed beneath his ministrations.

His fingers slid slowly into her empty channel and her tight walls clenched around them tightly.

“You’re so hot, wet and tight.” She felt Ethan shudder as he began a slow rhythm that made her want more… more… it was too much… more. His breath was coming hard and fast, as though he were trying to get control.

His mouth devoured hers and he thrust his tongue in rhythm with his fingers.

His pace increased, his thumb sliding against her tender flesh while his fingers continued his in-and-out out submersion, perfectly matched to his relentless tongue devouring her mouth.

Brianna felt lost. She had surrendered control and all she could do was feel the demands of her body. She had to orgasm. Her whole being was centered on her burning flesh, begging for climax.

Her release hit her hard and fast, wracking her with deep, unending spasms. Her channel clenched and unclenched around Ethan’s fingers and she heard him groan as he dragged his mouth from hers, his breath coming in pants.

He nuzzled her neck, stroking his tongue along the vein. She barely felt his fangs sink into her neck as wave after wave of pleasure took control. Her whole body ignited as he drank from her, filling her with erotic pleasure, heightening her orgasm to an almost painful intensity.

As he sipped from her neck, he guided her mouth to his shoulder, nicking his skin. Instinctively, she latched her mouth onto his hot flesh, feeling moisture under her tongue. She lapped, taking his blood into her body mindlessly as she continued to lose every sane thought in her brain. The taste of him was like an aphrodisiac, flooding her with more erotic sensations. He tasted like Ethan, and he was intoxicating.