second thoughts?”
Brant
nodded. “It’s not because I don’t want you. You need to know that the opposite
is true.”
Tanya
narrowed her eyes at him. Her small human hands going to the swell of her hips.
“This happens or I’m leaving. When I say leaving I mean gone. Not just out the
door, but out of your life.”
He
believed her. The thought of her leaving disturbed him.
Even
with this knowledge, the thought of hurting her, even worse, of killing her,
kept him from moving. Tanya pulled her dress over her head.
Heaven
help him.
Her
skin was milk with the barest hint of honey. Her breasts were much larger than
any vampire he had ever been with. So sexy, he licked his lips. Plump globes strained
against soft black, filmy material. The fabric wasn’t translucent enough for
him to be able to make out the contrast of her areola, but thin enough to be
able to see the outline of her nipples. Her thighs were made for wrapping
around a male’s hips. Her waist narrow in comparison. A tiny slip of the same
tantalizing fabric covered her sex.
His
cock swelled. His mouth watered. His fangs extended.
“Your
eyes are glowing.”
“Don’t
be afraid, it happens sometimes, like when we’re turned on or extra aggressive.”
He had to work to keep the growl from his voice.
“When
you say aggressive are you referring to a frenzied bloodlust?”
He
choked out a laugh, “In this case more like just plain lust.”
“Oh.”
“We
shouldn’t do this.” It was his last ditch effort to talk some sense into her.
Into both of them.
“We
are doing this, so suck it up.” She laughed at her own joke and his need for
her grew.
“Lie
on the bed.” He had to work to keep his cool. To keep from going at her and
taking her in every way possible. He fisted his hands at his sides. He would
retain control, even if it killed him.
“Okay.” Timid. Unsure.
“You
don’t have to do this.”
Her
eyes turned defiant. “If I don’t, you’ll drink from…” She left the sentence
hanging.
“Another
female.”
“Yes.”
Her mouth thinned and her little hands clasped into fists.
Brant
had to suppress a smile. It felt good to know that she felt so strongly about
this. She already regarded him as hers. Once the mating took hold, she would be
much stronger and he would be able to take from her freely. Until then, they
would have to be very careful.
Tanya
spread herself out on his bed. She was the first female he had ever allowed in
his space. Her long dark hair cascaded over his pillow. Her skin even more
translucent on his black, silk sheets. Brant removed his shirt. It had nothing
to do with getting blood on his clothes, he wanted to feel her skin. He moved
to the first button on his jeans. No, best he left those on. More of a
barrier. He didn’t want to accidentally claim her in the heat of the
moment.
It
had been months since he’d last had sex, and the need to bury himself inside
this female, his female, hit him hard.
Brant
slid in next to her, the front of his body against the side of hers.
Tanya
was tense, her eyes wide. “Will it hurt?”
“No.”
“Are
you sure?” a breathy whisper. She was afraid but he could also scent her
excitement. Tanya had been a good choice. Not all humans could tolerate blood
drinking. His father had only been permitted to take blood from female
vampires. His mother did not allow him to drink from her vein.
Blood
drinking could be a sexual act enjoyed greatly by both parties. All vampires
drank during sex, it heightened the experience. His father had to have suffered
greatly to have been denied drinking from his mate.
“It
won’t hurt Cenwein. I promise.” He positioned his hand above her head and slid
the other across her stomach. Her breathing hitched.
Brant
leaned in, partially covering her body with his. Her nipples hardened against
his chest and her breathing turned choppy. He hovered over her neck savouring
her delicious scent. Strawberries with cream and a hint of
Brant
nodded. “It’s not because I don’t want you. You need to know that the opposite
is true.”
Tanya
narrowed her eyes at him. Her small human hands going to the swell of her hips.
“This happens or I’m leaving. When I say leaving I mean gone. Not just out the
door, but out of your life.”
He
believed her. The thought of her leaving disturbed him.
Even
with this knowledge, the thought of hurting her, even worse, of killing her,
kept him from moving. Tanya pulled her dress over her head.
Heaven
help him.
Her
skin was milk with the barest hint of honey. Her breasts were much larger than
any vampire he had ever been with. So sexy, he licked his lips. Plump globes strained
against soft black, filmy material. The fabric wasn’t translucent enough for
him to be able to make out the contrast of her areola, but thin enough to be
able to see the outline of her nipples. Her thighs were made for wrapping
around a male’s hips. Her waist narrow in comparison. A tiny slip of the same
tantalizing fabric covered her sex.
His
cock swelled. His mouth watered. His fangs extended.
“Your
eyes are glowing.”
“Don’t
be afraid, it happens sometimes, like when we’re turned on or extra aggressive.”
He had to work to keep the growl from his voice.
“When
you say aggressive are you referring to a frenzied bloodlust?”
He
choked out a laugh, “In this case more like just plain lust.”
“Oh.”
“We
shouldn’t do this.” It was his last ditch effort to talk some sense into her.
Into both of them.
“We
are doing this, so suck it up.” She laughed at her own joke and his need for
her grew.
“Lie
on the bed.” He had to work to keep his cool. To keep from going at her and
taking her in every way possible. He fisted his hands at his sides. He would
retain control, even if it killed him.
“Okay.” Timid. Unsure.
“You
don’t have to do this.”
Her
eyes turned defiant. “If I don’t, you’ll drink from…” She left the sentence
hanging.
“Another
female.”
“Yes.”
Her mouth thinned and her little hands clasped into fists.
Brant
had to suppress a smile. It felt good to know that she felt so strongly about
this. She already regarded him as hers. Once the mating took hold, she would be
much stronger and he would be able to take from her freely. Until then, they
would have to be very careful.
Tanya
spread herself out on his bed. She was the first female he had ever allowed in
his space. Her long dark hair cascaded over his pillow. Her skin even more
translucent on his black, silk sheets. Brant removed his shirt. It had nothing
to do with getting blood on his clothes, he wanted to feel her skin. He moved
to the first button on his jeans. No, best he left those on. More of a
barrier. He didn’t want to accidentally claim her in the heat of the
moment.
It
had been months since he’d last had sex, and the need to bury himself inside
this female, his female, hit him hard.
Brant
slid in next to her, the front of his body against the side of hers.
Tanya
was tense, her eyes wide. “Will it hurt?”
“No.”
“Are
you sure?” a breathy whisper. She was afraid but he could also scent her
excitement. Tanya had been a good choice. Not all humans could tolerate blood
drinking. His father had only been permitted to take blood from female
vampires. His mother did not allow him to drink from her vein.
Blood
drinking could be a sexual act enjoyed greatly by both parties. All vampires
drank during sex, it heightened the experience. His father had to have suffered
greatly to have been denied drinking from his mate.
“It
won’t hurt Cenwein. I promise.” He positioned his hand above her head and slid
the other across her stomach. Her breathing hitched.
Brant
leaned in, partially covering her body with his. Her nipples hardened against
his chest and her breathing turned choppy. He hovered over her neck savouring
her delicious scent. Strawberries with cream and a hint of
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