Immortal Danger (Night Watch 0.5)(40)
Author: Cynthia Eden

He lowered her onto the side of the bed. Jerked open his jeans, and pushed the head of his c**k right between her spread legs. Just where he needed to be.

Her tongue licked over his throat, soothing the faint wound.

His fingers dug into her hips.

He shoved deep inside her in one fast thrust.

His balls tightened. His spine tingled and he began to move, plunging into her hot core again and again.

She lifted her mouth from his throat. Met his gaze with eyes gone midnight black. Her lips were red, parted just enough to show him the edge of her fangs.

Adam growled and plunged harder. Her legs wrapped around his hips, clung tight, pulling him against her.

Feel me. He hadn’t used their link before. Hadn’t thought he’d ever be tempted. But the hunger was too much this time.

He wanted everything from her. Every thought. Every desire.

He wanted her body. Her mind. Her soul.

He opened his thoughts, letting his hunger pour forward and surround her. The lust. The greedy possession. The release that was building in a blinding swirl.

Maya gasped, and those fangs flashed even more. Then, it was as if a wall had fallen, and suddenly he was inside her mind. Feeling her desire. The tension that tightened every muscle in her body.

Closer.

Harder.

Deeper.

More.

Her thoughts, his, it didn’t matter. The desire was one and the same. So he gave her what she wanted, what he needed, and drove deep into her creaming sex, loving the way her delicate muscles closed over his shaft and squeezed his c**k from tip to root.

Then he felt the blast of pleasure slam through her. A white-hot ball of flame that burned her from the inside, taking her breath and leaving her shaking with the force of her release.

He felt it. Every single second. The tremors that rocked her, the ripples of her sex-milking him with her silken sheath.

Then he was falling-surging over the edge and climaxing deep and long in the cradle of her body. He came hard, pumping into her and holding her tight, marking her skin with the force of his passion.

More.

The whisper was in his mind. In hers. So he kept thrusting after his release. Driving deep, feeling his c**k swell once again and thicken in the tight clasp of her sex.

Maya was moaning. Panting. And thrusting her hips back against him with desperate force.

He grabbed the hem of her shirt. Jerked it up so that he could find one ripe breast. He pushed the lace of her bra out of his way, and caught her breast with his mouth, sucking strongly on the nipple-

Even as his c**k surged inside her in ever demanding thrusts.

She tasted good. Sweet. Not like a human. And sure as hell not like one of those undead vampires he’d killed in the past.

His tongue swirled over her nipple. Sucked the engorged tip.

Her fingers dug into his shirt, her claws pressing through the fabric and into the skin. Oh, damn, but he liked that. Liked the idea that she was marking him.

Even if the marks would fade all too soon.

His turn.

Adam bit her breast lightly. Not enough to break the skin. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to-

"Adam!" Maya shuddered, those black eyes hot with lust. "Not too much, my blood-"

Probably wouldn’t change him. A victim had to be drained nearly dry before an exchange in order for a transformation to work. "Don’t worry, baby, I won’t make you bleed." Just scream with pleasure.

His fingers pushed between their bodies. Found her sensitive clit. Adam squeezed it lightly with two fingers and sucked deeply on her breast.

She came, her body jerking beneath his. " Adam!"

He slammed into her. Again. Again. Then stiffened as a second release shot through his body.

He emptied into her, pouring every bit of his se**n into her tight depths. When the climax finally ended, he felt hollowed out and so satisfied he never wanted to move again.

Beneath him, Maya stirred faintly. She blinked up at him, eyes slowing shifting back to brilliant blue. She licked her lips, and he realized he hadn’t kissed her.

The passion had been too hard. Too fast.

He lowered his head. Pressed his lips against hers. Tasted the copper of his blood. And the sweetness of her mouth.

Maya broke the kiss, turning her head slightly and swallowing.

Her mind was closed to him again. As his was to her.

The way it should be.

But it just felt so cold.

His c**k was still cradled in her sex. He didn’t want to move, but he knew she was exhausted.

The night ahead would be dangerous and she’d need all the strength she could get.

While she slept, his blood would recharge her, giving her added energy and power.

Then they’d face the vampires who waited for them.

And he’d get his revenge on the bastard who’d left him to die.

Slowly, he withdrew from her body, enjoying the way her muscles clamped over his shaft-as if she didn’t want to release him.

They shifted in the bed, actually managed to make it to the pillows.

Maya turned away from him. Curled in on herself.

He stared at her back a moment. Came to a sudden decision.

Hell, no.

She’d taken his blood and his seed. She’d damn well sleep in his arms. He grabbed her, pulling her toward him and tucking her flush against him.

"No! What are you-"

"Shh." He stoked her cheek, and she blinked up at him as if she were completely confused. As if no one had ever held her before. "Just sleep, Maya."

"But, I-"

"Sleep." And he’d hold her. Protect her. As she’d protected him.

At first, she lay stiffly against him, her muscles too tight. Her lips thinned. But he stroked her back, smoothing his hands over her soft skin until she gradually began to relax.

It took twenty minutes before her breathing changed and she softened against him.

Adam smiled and pulled her closer.

Her hand rested on his chest. Small fingers, pale and smooth. He stared down at that hand, then frowned, his eyes narrowing.

There was blood beneath her nails.

Her fingers had dug into his hips when they’d made love-but not deep enough to cut.

He lifted her hand, brought it close to his nose, and inhaled.

The blood was old and it was hers.

The chameleon’s words whispered through his mind. " I gave you my blood. It helped you-

healed you." Because she’d been hurt. "Your hands-I saw what happened, how they changed ."

He’d been buried under a mountain of rocks. Maya had dug him out-with her hands and claws.

He hadn’t realized what the chameleon meant until that moment.

Why hadn’t she just left him? Why had she risked so much to save him? More rocks could have fallen down on her. She could have been trapped. The vampire who’d attacked him could have come back and killed her.