Dark Embrace (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper Page A

contracted and flooded with wet rapture. By the Powers, this was not right. This was not meant to happen.
    The vampire’s eyes glowed black light and he rolled his hips, his rigid shaft, contained by the coarse denim of his jeans, stroking her spread, sodden pussy.
    “It is as it is,” he murmured, moving both her wrists to one large hand. He gazed down at her, fangs extended, nostrils flaring. “And as it will be.” He raked his free hand down her arm, her torso, his thumb brushing the side of her breast before he shifted slightly. “For as long as I deem it so…Principatus.”
    The title stole Inari’s breath. She glared up at him, hating him. “Go to hell.”
    He grinned. Indolent and smug. “Been there. Done that. Bought the T-shirt.”
    And, fangs extending longer, he shoved his hand between their hips and plunged his finger into her sex.
     
    She was tight. So very tight. Her pussy squeezed his middle finger, a cream-slicked sheath that turned his blood to fire. His cock pulsed and he wriggled his finger deeper, stroking at the inner wall of her sex. Dark Ones, she felt so fucking good.
    He stared down into her face, into her wild green eyes. Her lips parted, her breath hitched in her throat, her breasts rose and fell in rapid succession. He dropped his gaze to their round perfection, and his mouth filled with saliva. He would drink from her there, from the main artery that ran below the under-swell of each mound.
    “No,” she whimpered, shaking her head even as her legs came up to wrap around his hips.
    That she seemed to know his very thoughts didn’t bother him. In fact, he found the notion entirely pleasing. He longed to see her face, her reaction to every delicious thing he planned to do to her. To see her righteous soul fight against her depraved lust.
    What you plan to do to her? Kill her, right? That’s what you plan to do to her, what you must do to—
    He shut the thought down, uninterested in its significance.
    Shifting his hips a little, he withdrew his finger from her sex, her sharp cry of denial bringing a smile to his lips. “Do not fret,” he murmured, rolling the pad of his thumb over her clit.
    Her eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, and her teeth pulled at her bottom lip. The pulse in her neck beat like a trapped moth.
    The sight made Ezryn’s balls grow tight, and he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger. “Tell me your name.”
    She shook her head, struggling to free her wrists from his grasp. “No.”
    He pinched her clit again, her hissed-in breath making his cock twitch. “Tell me your name, Principatus, or I will keep you on the edge of your orgasm for an eternity.”
    Wet heat gushed from her sex, drenching his hand, and he smiled, letting her see his fangs. She was dripping with pleasure. Pleasure he’d milked from her. “Tell me your name,” he repeated, dipping one fingertip past her folds. Two fingers.
    She arched against him, her eyes blazing emerald hate and hunger. “Fuck you.”
    Ezryn chuckled. “Unusual. Do you answer to ‘fuck’ or ‘you’?” He plunged two fingers into her pussy, hard, brutal, scissoring them inside her tight sex. She gasped, her eyes beseeching him, her pussy constricting. “Now, tell me your name.”
    “Inari,” she cried, bucking into his hand. “By the Powers and God, I am Inari Chayse.”
    Her name scalded his senses. He could taste her power in every syllable, see the might of her force in the breath she expelled. Her pure scent curled into his being, infusing him with energy beyond his comprehension.
    You’re insane.
    He growled, driving his fingers into Inari’s sex, feeling her pleasure coat his hand, her breath heat his face. He wasn’t insane. He was alive. Alive. Dark Ones, he felt alive .
    Living energy poured through him. Consumed him. His eyes widened and his blood roared in his ears. Staring down into Inari’s blazing eyes, he heard her heart thumping, a frenzied beat his body hungered for. She was