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At last.
I gritted my teeth. Needing this and yet angry—with her, with myself—at how easily she’d shredded my self-control.
She tightened around me even more. “Now, Brien.”
I withdrew and thrust back into her. Giving into instinct and burying myself deep inside her. Taking her as I wanted, no holds barred.
Dimly, I was aware that she’d reached her hand between her legs to pleasure herself.
“That’s it.” I cupped a small, firm breast, taking a nipple and giving it a hard pinch that made her moan. “Make yourself come. I want to feel you squeezing around me.”
She turned her head to one side, her hair flowing over one shoulder in a silky midnight waterfall that exposed the side of her throat. “More. Harder. It feels so good…”
My gaze locked on her soft skin. My fangs lengthened.
The darkness in me salivated.
Drink.
Take.
Conquer.
But I wasn’t so lost in the blood craving that I’d forgotten they’d fed from her earlier tonight. I couldn’t take more blood from her, so I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of fucking her.
“Oh God, oh God…” Twilight constricted around me as she came a second time.
Pleasure punched up my spine. My balls drew up tight and my hips jerked, hard and fast. I kept thrusting, drawing it out as long as possible, until what felt like a bolt of lightning split apart my brain and I emptied myself into her with an agonized groan.
5
TWILIGHT
Ihung over the couch arm, a limp, satisfied noodle, my cheek on the brocade cushion. Brien touched his lips to my nape, and a final, heated quiver went over my body.
Holy crap on a cracker.
I was in trouble—big trouble. Sex with him had been even better than I remembered, and I’d remembered plenty. The man had a magic mouth, magic hands, magic…everything.
Two years ago he’d been self-assured, even cocky, with the confidence of a man who’d been born a prince. But the cockiness had an edge now. He’d matured into a tough, top-of-the-food-chain alpha male, and it was sexy as fuck.
Brien straightened and lowered himself into the armchair, pulling me onto his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder, toying with the wiry brown hair on his chest.
I was so tired, and his strength was seductive. It would be too easy to fall for him, to surrender to the electricity that crackled to life whenever we were within ten yards of each other.
It had been eons since I’d felt truly safe. You don’t take the slayer’s oath if you’re looking for things like security and peace of mind.
After I’d staked my alpha, I’d had to hide from everyone, even SI. Crisscrossing the Americas, picking up odd jobs when and where I could. Suspicious of anyone who looked at me twice.
Then somehow Kuro had found me and strongarmed me into taking the job singing at Le Dahlia Noir. Yeah, I’d had food and a place to sleep, but I’d known it was only temporary. He’d placed me there so I could attract the attention of a Quebec City coven.
“They’ll ask you to come work for them,” he’d said, “and you’ll accept.”
Then he’d smiled, and I’d known I was screwed.
At first, I’d been puzzled at how well the coven treated me. They hadn’t touched me, except to feed—and even that had been just a few times. And they’d refrained from injecting the aphrodisiac in their saliva into me.
Most of the other thralls were blood addicts—they were too thin, with an addict’s glassy zombie eyes. Finally, another thrall had explained they were probably saving me for the next auction.
