Embrace the Wild (The Blood Rose Series Book 6) by Caris Roane Page A

the past two years.
    She suddenly released his wrist. “Malik, now, please. I’m right there. Right there.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
    “Me, too.”
    Rolling her head, she swept her auburn hair away from her neck. The vines adjusted for each movement. “Please, do it. Take from me. I need to feed you. So heavy in my chest. And I’m ready to release. So close.”
    He was too lost to make sense of all her words, but he got her meaning, especially when his eyes zeroed in on the vein beating in her throat.
    He leaned close, his hips still working her low, and licked a line up her neck. Usually this would encourage the vein to rise, but hers was already pulsing and waiting.
    His fangs descended and in a swift strike, he broke through. Her blood flowed into his mouth.
    The world disappeared as the flavor of her life-force hit his tongue, his throat, then traveled like exquisite liquid fire into his stomach. Fireworks exploded within, sending her power into his blood-stream. The muscles of his arms flexed and released. His buttocks as well. He felt stronger, suddenly, as he moved his hips faster.
    His mind spun as he continued to drink, taking the fire down his throat.
    Willow whimpered and writhed beneath him. She took shallow breaths, holding herself on the cliff.
    He felt something real and thrilling move through him. He couldn’t wait any longer and let go of her neck. He lifted up on his forearms so that he could look down at her, the vines giving way to his movements, then wrapping around him once more. Her eyes were closed, her body in a state of passionate suspension.
    “Look at me, Willow.”
    Her eyes opened slowly.
    He smiled and increased his speed. “Come with me. Now.”
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    At the same time, he sent a vibration through his cock, one that had his balls seizing and her well pulling on him. She cried out and the vines began moving at the same time in quick small jerks so that he was shouting as well.
    Lightning streaks of pleasure flowed through his cock as ecstasy arrived. Willow’s cries of release and pleasure added to the incredible mix of sensations that wouldn’t stop. The forest scent of her sex filled his nostrils, adding one more layer.
    The orgasm kept coming as he filled her full of all that he was as a man.
    Her nails dug into his shoulders as she continued to cry out.
    When she finally eased down, he would have stopped, but his cock was still hard and he felt the impossible happen. “Willow? Can you come a second time?”
    Her eyes opened wide. “Really?”
    “Oh, yeah. It must be your blood.”
    “And yours, because I’m still feeling you and loving your cock. Malik.” Her eyes rolled and her body once more tensed. “I’m ready.”
    He sped up again, moving fast like only a vampire could move.
    This time Willow screamed and the vines vibrated against his skin, stroking him between his legs. When he came this time, he shouted repeatedly. He felt as one let loose like a great northern wind, his body releasing as it never had before.
    When at last his shouts dimmed and Willow’s cries became soft moans, he felt the sweet tightness of her well with his last thrust. He stayed within as he relaxed against her, and the vines began to loosen their grip, receding slowly.
    Even that sensation soothed him in a way he just didn’t understand. Some kind of miracle had come to him with Willow, though he couldn’t quite make sense of it. She was incredibly powerful and connected to these vines with a fae magic he’d never heard of before.
    Yet the vines reflected the sweetness of her disposition. There was nothing of war in Willow, only of love, kindness and protection.
    As he rested on her body, he savored the mounds of her breasts against his chest, the way she stroked the nape of his neck, and that she played with his long hair.
    Her breathing evened out, and in time his did as well.
    He was so replete; he could hardly move. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time, if