Rapture by Katalyn Sage

sky as her boys
prepared to lower Gregory’s body into the ground.
    It
was done quietly, and they all crowded around his grave. Raine tossed her rose
inside and it landed on his chest. One by one, they each tossed a long-stem
rose inside, and once the last one had landed, Draven and Ethan began filling
in the grave.
    ****
    Ferox
sat in a chair in the corner of his room, studying Raine’s every move as she
stretched out on the large, king bed. She had just taken a long, hot bath,
filling the room with tropical scents, which only intensified when she’d walked
out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet as it clung to her skin, curling around
her breasts. He hadn’t been able to look at anything else as she’d sauntered
by, though now her full breasts were covered by the rich blues and silvers of
the blankets. Even though her skin was covered, he could still see her curves from
his vantage point, as his erection so clearly demonstrated. The ache in his
groin had his fists clenching, barely keeping him from running headlong for the
woman, mounting her and taking her roughly until he was sated.
    Yet,
he resisted.
    “I
wish you wouldn’t,” Raine said.
    He
blinked, feeling a flush across his face. “What?”
    She
laughed. “Never mind. Are you going to stay over there all day?” Raine’s gaze
traveled over him as she sprawled on the bed. “Or are you going to join me?”
    Join her? he thought. He’d more likely romp her until she begged him to
stop. “I’ll stay,” he said, clearing his throat when he heard the roughness in
his voice.
    She
sat up, holding the blankets around herself, hiding the skin he so desperately
wanted to see again. “Ferox, I need you. After everything, I … I just need you.”
    His
fists clenched more, and this time his jaw did the same. Jesus God, how could
he ignore that plea? He was up out of his seat and on the bed in an instant,
crawling over, and ripping the blankets from her body. Her eyes warmed as he
raked his gaze over her flesh, her nipples budding in response. He lay on her,
bending his head to take one breast into his mouth, licking the nipple, sucking
it. His fangs had already descended, and they scraped against her skin. She
arched into him, giving him her breast, pushing it into his mouth. Her hands
were on him, brushing over his back and shoulders, and soon she was pulling his
shirt off over his head. He shifted and yanked the cloth from his arms, tossing
it to the ground.
    Raine
worked on his pants next, unbuckling his belt as he ground his hips into her.
He felt every sensation as the movements traveled up his cock and through every
nerve of his body. Soon, he was free of his pants, briefs, and socks, kicking
them off hurriedly at the first skin-to-skin contact in the nether regions. He
moaned at the warmth of her body as he settled between her thighs. And then
they were both moaning and panting, giving into each other with every kiss,
every grope, every caress. She held him to her, her arms wrapped around his
back, her nails clawing his skin. He could feel the wetness at the junction of
her thighs, begging him to enter.
    He
didn’t deny her.
    With
one fluid movement, he had placed the head of his cock to her core and entered
her, smoothly and quickly. It rocked her hips back into the bed, and her head
fell back as she cried out in bliss. Oh God damn, she felt good. Her tight, hot
sheath welcomed him, pleading for him to ram her, begging for more of him. He
pulled back and shot forward again, grinding into her like a battering ram
eager to break down a door.
    And
God damn him, but he’d break it down.
    He
peered at her face, seeing a smile there, which gave him monumental pleasure.
She enjoyed this as much as he did. Though when she turned her head, he caught
the barest glimmer across her cheek, and halted his thrusting. “What’s wrong?”
    Her
eyes met his, and he recognized both happiness and sadness in her expression.
“I can’t stop thinking about Gregory,” she