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He’d repeatedly said, ‘we’d be good together, Cha’.
And they were good together, more than she could believe. How far they’d come. How much they’d achieved, opening up most of the enthralled lands around Ferrenden Peace.
But here she was trembling from the exquisite pain and pleasure of his bites, of his suckling and fondling, ready to have him take her to the heights once more, while looking into his dark eyes.
How she loved him. How much she treasured all that he was, especially knowing what he’d endured as a child and how he’d tried to defend his mother, almost losing his young life in the process.
Now she was here caressing his face as he drove into her, his vibration flowing through her well and into her abdomen so that she could hardly breathe.
She didn’t want this moment to end. She wanted to stay like this with him forever.
He turned his head slightly to plant a kiss on the palm of her hand. Let me drink from you, Cha.
Yes, please, yes.
He smiled as he met her gaze. “I love you so much.”
She nodded, then showed him the depth of her love by simply turning her head and exposing her neck. He jerked inside her, which caused her to tighten.
He grimaced, leaning away from her and closing his eyes. That felt too good.
I know. She remained very still to let him recover. She knew him by now, that he wanted to drink from her and if possible, come at the same time.
He licked a slow line up her throat, yet kept moving into her from long practice.
She waited, trembling, eyes closed. His vibration flooded her, while his hard c**k drove into her.
He struck.
She cried out and her body seized, just on the brink of orgasm, yet holding steady.
He began to swallow down her blood and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, amazed by his strength and his stamina.
She breathed hard and groaned as the pleasure built, rising fast. He grunted as he drank.
He curled over her and while he swallowed her essence, she felt him start to release, which pushed her over the edge.
So many sensations arrived at once, that she howled at the ceiling, his mouth still fixed to her neck, her blood still leaving her body, his c**k jerking inside her while he thrust faster and faster. He grunted against her neck, his vibration at full bore.
A second orgasm barreled down, carrying her away on a streaking comet of passion. She tumbled through time and space, not knowing where she would land.
Stars flew before her eyes as her body spasmed within and as her heart filled with so much joy she could no longer breathe, or think, or do anything.
When at last she returned to herself, Quinlan lay on top of her, breathing hard, a heavy bountiful weight, something she would know over and over again for years, decades, and hopefully centuries to come.
He was the man for her, the mystery her father had told her to embrace, and how grateful she was that despite her stubbornness and her independence, she’d engaged when she would much rather have stayed behind in Lebanon.
“Where did you go?” He mumbled against her shoulder. “You got so quiet.”
“I think I visited another galaxy just for fun. That was amazing, Quinlan.”
He lifted up off her and chuckled. “What do you mean?”
“The amazing part?”
“No. I get that.” He thumbed her cheek. He was still inside her, his girth making it easy to stay put at least for a while. “The galaxy part.”
She reached back and undid the clasp, freeing his hair. “I’m afraid if I tell you the truth, you’ll preen too much.”
“What are you saying?” He actually frowned like he didn’t get it.
She shook her head. “I think I lost consciousness.”
His lips parted. “You’re serious.”
“I saw stars.”
“Sweet Goddess. Are you okay?”
“Oh, Quinlan.” A wave of affection flowed through her. “This is why I love you so much. You didn’t boast about f**king me till I passed out, you asked if I was okay.” She curled toward him in order to plant a kiss on his lips.
Which of course heated things up all over again, and because their vibrations were still entwined, and he was still inside her, he made love to her again and again.
* * * * * * * * *
Quinlan stood while Mastyrs Gerrod, Ethan, and Seth sat at the round table in his stronghold dining room. The ladies had left so that Vojalie could feed Bernice and Davido had accompanied them. Ethan had taken charge of the mastyr-based wraith-pairs and Samantha had effectively broken their bonds, but no one yet knew whether any of the four realm-folk could be rehabilitated. Only time would tell.
Quinlan had been right about one thing, his bond with Batya had ended Seth’s drive toward her, in the same way that he’d shown no interest at all in Samantha after she’d bonded with Ethan.
Gerrod, the most conservative of all the mastyrs turned in his chair toward Quinlan. “I still cannot believe that you of all mastyrs are proposing earth, access-point bases. You’ve been the most vocal about holding to our traditions, keeping our worlds separate.”
“I won’t say that I’m not concerned, but I can’t predict the future and the one thing I believe we need is a means of communication, one realm to another, apart from our world. How many times has Margetta shut down our communication? Too many times, making it impossible for us to warn each other or even to ask for Guard support.”
“He’s got a point,” Ethan said. He wore his long brown-blond curls in a braid, something Samantha had done for him. The handsome bastard could wear the look, he’d give him that much. “We all could have used a fallback method of reaching each other in the past and who knows what Margetta and the Great Mastyr will have in store for us in the future.”
“Yes, I think you’ve spoken the dilemma exactly right.” Seth frowned. Of all the mastyrs present, Quinlan knew Seth the least, only that he ruled Walvashorr with precision and care, making use of his profound, analytical mind. He also had a quiet voice that carried a lethal edge. “I for one am in favor of the idea.”
He wondered if somewhere Seth had a blood rose waiting for him.
Maybe. Probably.
He felt Batya reach for him along his telepathic vibration and turning slightly, he pathed, Hey.
Hey, yourself, my love. He’d had three blissful days and nights with Batya and during that time his love for her had deepened to a place he’d never thought possible.
And what can I do for you?
Um, that’s a loaded question. I’m thinking fangs.
