ETHAN’S MATE (Book One: The Vampire Coalition) by J. S. Scott

body,
incinerating her internally. It was incredibly painful…but erotic.
She closed her eyes and leaned against Ethan for support, his
burning body supporting hers.
    She rested that way until Ethan’s soul broke free
from hers and separated, her own soul then tearing and fusing with
half of Ethan’s. Their joined marks continued to burn as Ethan’s
new, completed soul entered him through the conjoined marks, a soul
that was half of hers, half of his, but complete.
    Brianna’s newly-mated soul settled quickly, finding
its old resting place. She was still hot, but the heat was now
completely sexual. She needed her mate.
    Ethan’s soul did not settle so easily. He had never
had a soul before and it wandered his body restlessly, looking for
a resting place.
    She watched his eyes turn red, glowing with an unholy
light. Magic swirled around them both, burning like a blue
flame.
    Ethan’s need and desire seized Brianna, clenching her
gut as if she were experiencing the feelings herself.
    I need to sate him. I need to take away his anguished
need to possess. I need his possession as much as he needs to
possess me. I need to help him settle his wandering soul.
    “Free my cock, Brianna. Now!” The harsh baritone
undid her.
    Her needs were wild and she reached down and started
ripping at the leather ties, needing the swollen, straining member
free from its confinement. It spilled into her hands, hard and
engorged. She wrapped her hands around him, stroking the hard,
silky length.
    Ethan grabbed her wrist, preventing her from touching
him. He wrapped his arms around her with almost smothering
tightness and claimed her mouth in a white hot embrace. It was a
kiss of ownership, a branding. Rough and hard. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, meeting his conquering tongue with her own. He
swept every inch of her mouth and tongue with his, claiming her.
Then he picked her up and dropped her in the middle of the
silk-clad bed.
    He was on her before she had a chance to take a
breath. He tied her hands to the headboard with the dangling, ready
restraints. He bound her legs, spread wide apart, with restraints
on both sides of the bottom of the bed. They had some slack, but
very little. She was completely helpless, open wide for his
desires.
    He circled the bed, his red, glowing eyes burning
across her body.
    “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He was grunting, as though it was
too difficult to speak, but she understood him. He seemed to find
some satisfaction just by looking at her, knowing she was his to
satisfy as he pleased.
    “Yours, Ethan. All yours,” she whispered softly,
breathless with her own desires. She pulled at the restraints
holding her in place, loving the feel of being restrained for his
pleasures.
    Her pussy was drenched and she could feel droplets
sliding down her thighs. She squirmed in her restraints, desperate
for him to take her. “Please, Ethan. I need you.”
    He moved between her legs, roughly stuffing a pillow
beneath her hips. “Have to make you come,” he growled.
    “Oh, God, yes. Make me, Ethan. I need it.” She
writhed against her bindings. Her body was on fire. She was
consumed with heat, ready to combust.
    He attacked between her legs, licking her juices from
her thighs and thrusting his tongue into her vulnerable pussy. She
could hear the sound of his tongue lapping roughly, moving in the
drenched opening. She screamed as his tongue laved her clit
forcefully, moving fast and hard over the swollen bud.
    His fingers slammed inside of her channel, his index
and middle finger buried in the opening.
    “Oh, Ethan. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She was out of control,
consumed with the need to climax.
    “Come for me,” he snarled into her pussy, not pausing
in his relentless attack on her clit, his fingers pumping wildly,
hard and deep, into her hot, slippery channel.
    As if responding to his command, her stomach
hardened, seized with spasms that spread directly to her core. Had
she not been restrained, she probably would