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The sword gripped in his right hand, Rein opened the door to check the hallway again. No one. Clutching the balustrade, he called over the edge to Ram, who must have gone on a midnight raid to the kitchen. He was returning to his apartment with a tray of food. “Did you see who left a package here?”
“Nope. Haven’t seen anybody, Rein-man.”
Shrugging off the satyr’s irritating epithet, he trod back to his suite, his bare feet silent on the wood floor, his lips squeezed tight. He didn’t like unknown visitors sneaking about the stronghold. His hearing was acute. Anyone who could creep to their door, drop off a sword, and get away was powerful, as well as dangerous. Rein liked control of his environment. He liked knowing he could keep his mate safe.
Hell.
“What’s up?” Braelyn exited the bedroom. She stretched onto her toes to kiss him, her gaze on the blade in his grasp.
He paused to enjoy the soft touch of her lips. When her tongue popped into his mouth to tangle with his, he used his free arm to pull her against his arousal, which was at full attention. Females or deadly weapons were aphrodisiacs.
She rubbed him through the fabric of his sweats. “Aw. For me? I’m feeling a little frisky myself.”
Rein moaned, tilting his hips into her grasp. He definitely wasn’t tired after all. “Damn, female.” When his fangs erupted from his gums, he kissed the skin over her pulse, sucking to plump the vein.
“Are you hungry, vampire?” she asked.
He moaned his response. When the sharp points of his teeth penetrated her flesh, he lowered the quickly forgotten sword onto the floor. While her blood flowed into his mouth, his hands clasped her ass, lifting her against his very hard, aching need.
Rein enjoyed seducing his mate, kissing her, caressing her body until she shivered, teasing her with his fingers until she begged him to take her.
“Yes.” Braelyn groaned, grinding against him while he pinned her to the wall.
He tore off her panties. Withdrawing from her neck, he licked the wound to seal the punctures, savoring every drop of her blood. “Pull my sweats down. Hurry.”
Her breaths rapid, she grappled with the waistband, both of her hands frantic. When he sprang free, she said, “God. Yes. Fuck me.”
Rein shoved her hand aside to bury himself in one swift thrust. So wet. So snug. He hammered into Braelyn, unable to stop. In. Out. The glide of his flesh inside her hungry, greedy pussy broke any restraint he had left.
Braelyn’s legs locked around him as she opened herself wider, her hips keeping time with his rhythm.
Breathe. Breathe. Control.
His beast, always starved for Brae, scratched to get free. It wanted to slake its thirst, regardless of the cost. He craved her blood, her complete submission to his will, as much as he lusted after an enemy’s death. It was his constant battle with the edge.
Breathe. Breathe. Control.
When Braelyn arched against his chest, Rein’s clawed fingers ripped open her lacy bra. With her breasts exposed, his fangs scored her fleshy mound. Just another taste. To hell with regulating his desires. This was his female. His to fuck. Suck. Love. Cherish.
She shuddered, her muscles clamping around his cock, clenching him, matching him stroke for stroke. While her nails raked the back of his shirt, Rein pounded into her, balls deep. He retracted his needle-sharp canines to better concentrate on her pleasure.
He slammed his hips forward. Popped backward. Her sheath tightened around him.
When she came in a frenzy, Braelyn scored his shoulders, drawing his blood while shouting his name.
With his mate satisfied, Rein finished. He locked his hands around her hips and rocked her against the wall until the hard squeeze of her pussy sent him soaring. His thoughts scrambled, he roared with ecstasy. When he stilled to collect the few wits he had left, he licked the wound on her breast, grinding against his female, wanting them to remain as one.
Pressing Braelyn’s temple against his chest, he held her until her breathing slowed, his own heart thumping against his ribs. After minutes, he slid his naked mate down his thigh. His shirt was still on, though torn in the back, his pants hanging around his knees. He was a real gentleman. At least his shoes were off. He pushed her at arms’ length. “Did I hurt you?” Rein tilted her chin to examine her neck. He touched her breast. All wounds were closed, healed. “I was too rough.” His hands had bruised her hips.
“Not to my thinking. I like when you lose it, but we gotta work on this tearing off my clothes thing. It’s not like I have a limitless supply, vampire.”
“We’ll buy more.” He grinned, a self-satisfied, possessive male.
Strutting over to the sword on the carpet, Brae wiggled her bare bottom.
Damn.
“What’s this? Are these real rubies?” she asked.
