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He used his bare strength to rip through what had to be several layers of fabric. He kept going until he’d rendered the garment in two and it fell away from her body.
She wore no bra and her large breasts lay in an inviting milky landscape. He contorted himself to suckle her.
She began working his tie off as he nursed on her.
But he had to pull back to get the rest of the job done.
He disengaged and in a flurry of movement got rid of his jacket, shoes, and pants. Rosamunde was already helping and in the same way he’d destroyed her dress, she ripped his shirt apart, tearing it off his body.
As he leaned in to kiss her again, she caught his face with both hands. “Stone, you’ve got to feed from me. Now. I’m on fire with need and your hunger is stroking me between my legs.” In proof, she rolled her hips and groaned heavily.
She swept her hair away from her throat which caused his fangs to descend like a pair of rockets. ‘Hunger’ was too small a word for what he was feeling.
He angled his shoulders and head and licked a line up her throat, teasing the vein to rise to the surface.
Her voice pierced his mind.
Be inside me, Stone.
He was so consumed with the sudden awareness of his blood hunger that he’d forgotten his cock. How in the Goddess’s name was that possible?
He groaned as he took his cock in hand again and pressed himself into her, pushing in fits and starts because he was coming unglued with need on every front. Even his mating vibration had started to buck.
He wanted to calm down, but then again, he didn’t.
Once inside her, she cooed and groaned and fondled his back muscles, then his ass. It felt so good.
He licked her throat again, his lips dripping saliva. He popped his head back in a quick jerk, struck with his fangs to the right depth, and her blood poured into his waiting mouth.
Sweet Goddess who rules us all, you taste of heaven. He formed a seal around the wounds and began to suck. The earth rumbled again and the elf-lord power flowed.
Stone continued to move his hips into her, staying seated deep so that he could piston evenly and hit her sweet spot over and over. But as the elf-lord power flooded his body, for the first time he felt the seductive nature of it, that it was something he wanted moving through him forever.
He felt stronger than he ever had with Rosamunde’s blood flowing into down his throat. But the elf-lord power was doing something to him. He broke the flow and licked the wounds to seal them. He then lifted up so he could look at her, though he continued to thrust into her.
She met his gaze but her violet eyes shifted to brown and back repeatedly. Her features altered as well in a way that made her more beautiful than ever. She was both Rosamunde and Aralynn. His mind became filled with an array of images, from the center of his world and expanding through the universe in brilliant waves of light and heat and every color imaginable.
His cock fueled the images and for Rosamunde he added the vibration she loved so well. She cried out, her back arching. She dug her nails into his arms, then squeezed her eyes shut. Pleasure flowed over every lovely feature.
His muscles expanded and he rolled heavily into her now, waves of movement that had her writhing beneath him.
Rosamunde, open your eyes and look at me.
She obeyed and as he made this connection with her, his mating vibration dove into her body and covered her. She cried out repeatedly. So close. So close.
Yes. He began to thrust faster, vampire fast.
She threw her arms back and screamed, her pelvis arching against him, her body writhing. His release came for the second time like a wave of pleasurable fire pulsing through his cock. He shouted and groaned. The images in his mind exploded into a mountain of light. He saw stars, the birth of the heavens, the seat of the angels.
He was light and heat and man and vampire. He was of elven and troll stock, and the son of Inez and Davido. He was Rosamunde’s man and the receptor of her blood rose power. He was everything he was always meant to become.
He hovered between two worlds as the reality of his elf nature came to the fore. As the elf-lord power hurtled through him, he could feel the call to become what Davido had warned him against. An elf-lord.
But he held back. Somehow, especially buried inside Rosamunde, it didn’t feel right, so he let the desire go.
~ ~ ~
Rosamunde was breathing hard but she wasn’t sure where she was or who she was. She’d been both her fae and wolf self in alternating fits, while Stone had fed from her and made love to her. He was still thick inside her and she was loose, relaxed and deeply satisfied.
