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His lips curved. “Her husband tells her that her bread could bring a dead troll to life.”
“I so believe that.” She chuckled, then put a hand between her breasts. Her heart felt very strange suddenly, almost leaden. She’d been feeling this way since she’d awakened in Seth’s bed, but the sensation had worsened.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I just feel so heavy here, in my chest.”
His nostrils flared and his gaze fell to her throat. “By all the elf lords, I can smell your blood. Lorelei, what’s going on with you?” He trembled now.
She had a sudden fae-ish premonition that she was destined to feed him. What’s more, once she offered and despite his self-discipline, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
As she watched his eyes dilate and his gaze slide up and down her throat, she knew she’d wanted this from the first moment she’d seen him.
She made her decision quickly and set her plate beside the mug. She gathered up her hair and twisted it to lie down her back, away from her neck. You hungry?
His eyes widened and for a moment he looked panicky. You sure?
Take what you need, Mastyr Seth. I’m here for you. My blood is yours.
His fangs descended and once more desire ripped through her. She wanted Seth to drink from her, but she wanted his body as well, moving over hers, into her, possessing her.
His beautiful gray-green eyes glazed over, a look she’d never seen before, blood-lust maybe. Her heart beat hard in her chest now and desire for him spread like a wave of heat through her abdomen. She wanted this. She’d dreamed about servicing him in as many ways as he’d let her and now the time had come.
She spoke aloud, commanding him. “Take me, Seth.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
She had just enough time to anchor herself, when he was on her, pinning her against the cold window, his fangs buried in her throat, piercing her vein.
He grunted strangely as he retracted his fangs.
Then he began to suck, deep draws that felt so good.
Lorelei lost herself in the sensation, in the way she’d desired Seth from the moment she’d first seen him in Rosamunde’s castle, in the deep mossy scent of him that brought desire rising sharply, in his lean tough body pressed against hers. She could feel his arousal, a solid rope against her abdomen.
Caressing his shoulders and back, she slid into his head once more. You smell extraordinary, Seth, and I love that you’re drinking from me. Feed until you’re satisfied. And use me. Please use me.
He grunted again, but his hands moved down her sides, then pulled up the long t-shirt she wore until his fingers dug into her bare hips and buttocks.
She whimpered at his touch because vibrations came from his hands, flowing through her skin, increasing her need for him. More. Do that more.
He gripped her hips, caressing and letting his frequency flow. She moaned against his shoulder and kissed his neck, then using both her hands, she pushed in sideways along his hips to the front of his jeans. He grunted his approval, giving her access as he continued to drink.
Your blood…an elixir…sweet goddess, like wine…intoxicating.
She worked swiftly, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then tugging them down his hips.
He sucked harder now and groaned, which only made her need him
more. His hips moved in a promising rhythm, getting ready for her.
Don’t stop, Seth. Whatever you do, keep taking my blood.
She worked his jeans until they fell to the floor and using both hands she caressed the hard length of him. He was a big man and the shifter part of her had grown needy so that her body writhed as her hands stroked him.
Suddenly, he left her neck, his green eyes glowing and wild. He took his cock in hand and, dipping his hips, he found her entrance. The moment he pushed inside her, she met him with an answering grinds of her hips.
So good.
Feed if you need more.
