Hunt the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #11)(20)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

Now her body was responding to him with a fierce joy that couldn’t be denied.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe this was fate.

As if sensing her capitulation, his fingers circled the tight buds of her breasts, learning what made her gasp in delight before he lowered himself to capture a sensitive tip between his lips.

Sally gave a choked cry of pleasure, her fingers tangling in the silken strands of his hair.

She’d always heard that vampires made the best lovers.

Perhaps predictable since they used seduction to feed. But her intense reaction as he sucked her nipple wasn’t the result of skill. It was the response of a woman completely enthralled by one specific man.

Roke.

Only Roke.

“So sweet,” he murmured, his lips traveling between her breasts as his hands gently tugged her legs apart.

Vaguely aware he was still fully dressed while she was stark naked, Sally was too aroused to feel embarrassment as he trailed his fingers down the curve of her waist and cupped her hips in his hands.

With delicious care his mouth followed the path of his fingers, planting soul-melting kisses down her quivering stomach.

Sally undulated beneath his teasing touch, glancing down to meet the smoldering silver gaze that monitored her with a searing intensity.

A slow wicked smile curved his lips, exposing his snow-white fangs. She groaned, the dampness between her legs flooding the room with the scent of her arousal.

His smile widened.

“Peaches,” he growled.

Then, before she could brace herself, he was sliding off the edge of the bed so he could tug her legs over his shoulders and nibble a path up her inner thigh.

She closed her eyes, dropping her head back on the mattress as he at last found the center of her aching need, licking his tongue through the wet heat.

Oh. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Her hips tilted upward, silently encouraging the slow, steady stroke of his tongue, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.

The exquisite pleasure was building at a rapid rate.

Too rapid.

She wanted to prolong the pleasure. To drown in the ripples of delight that shimmered through the very core of her.

But it’d been so long. And it felt so damned good.

His hands loosened their grip on her hips, sliding up her body to caress her stiffened nipples.

“Roke, I—”

Her words were lost as his tongue dipped into her body, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that destroyed any hope of savoring the moment.

She hissed between clenched teeth, reaching down to shove her fingers through his hair, pressing his wicked tongue even deeper.

“Yes, sweet Sally,” he growled between strokes. “Come for me.”

As if his words were magic, the pleasure swelled to a critical level and with a last thrust of his tongue, Roke catapulted her into ecstasy.

Stunned in the aftermath of her cataclysmic climax, Sally lay in a boneless daze as Roke kissed his way back up her stomach, lingering to lavish her sensitive breasts with detailed attention before he covered her with his hard body.

“I think I’m addicted to peaches,” he teased, his fangs scraping lightly over her throat.

Sally shivered, her hands sliding beneath his heavy leather jacket to shove it away from his shoulders.

“Off,” she murmured.

With liquid grace he shrugged the jacket off and tossed it on the floor. The leather garment landed with a thud, revealing he had a weapon tucked in a pocket. Probably more than one.

He gazed down at her with smoldering silver eyes. “Happy now?”

She slowly shook her head, her hands tracing the smooth planes of chest. Beneath her fingers she could feel his muscles flex at her touch, his body shuddering in pleasure.

“Not yet.”

He smiled. “More?”

“My turn.”

She yanked the tee up and over his head, her breath catching as she stared at the width of his naked chest.

She’d expected the chiseled muscles and smooth, bronzed skin. What made her breath catch was the magnificent dragon that had been tattooed over one pectoral muscle and down his rib cage.

Softly, she traced the outline of the golden, mythical creature before moving to the brilliant crimson wings and dark jade body.

“The mark of CuChulainn?” she asked. She’d heard of the mark given to those vampires willing to endure the battles of Durotriges to become clan chief, but she’d never actually seen one.

He made a choked sound of pleasure at her light touch. “Yes.”

She stroked to the tail that curled around his side. “Is it sensitive?”

He held her gaze as he slowly extended his arm. “Not as sensitive as this.”

She shivered at the sight of the mating tattoo that ran beneath the skin of his inner arm, the memory of his lips tracing the crimson marks stirring the desire she’d assumed to be well and truly sated.

Holding his gaze, she lifted her head to use her tongue to trail over the intricate curves of the crimson lines, her heart racing as his eyes darkened to a beguiling smoke.

“Shit . . . that feels good,” he muttered.

She continued to nuzzle the marking, her fingers moving to skim over the curve of his ribs and then down the hard ridges of his stomach. Reaching the waistband of his jeans, she popped the snap and unzipped his jeans.

Immediately his cock sprang free.

“And what about this?” she teased, curling her fingers around his impressive width. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh, hell yes.” He shoved himself up to perch on his knees, straddling her as he watched her explore his rigid length. “But, this isn’t—”

“This is what I want.”

She inwardly shrugged off the premonition that this . . . this intimacy was every bit as dangerous as full-out-interlocking-parts sex.

They weren’t hurting anyone, were they?

Besides, there was a thrilling pleasure in knowing this aloof, frigidly controlled vampire was in her power.

Not because of a spell.

Or a trick.

But because her touch set him on fire.

Refusing to contemplate why his fierce passion felt like some sort of victory, Sally stroked her fingers down his straining cock, amazed by the cool smoothness of his skin. Satin over steel.

Excitement curled in the pit of her stomach as she reached the soft sack, giving him a squeeze that made him choke out a strangled groan before she was exploring back to the blunt tip.

Roke squeezed his eyes shut, hissing as she pushed downward again.

“Oh, gods. I’m not going to survive.”

She chuckled as she wiggled until she could sit up, angling downward so she could take the fully engorged erection into her mouth.