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My fangs descend, and I watch her face carefully. Her eyes go wide, maybe with awe and keen interest, but there’s no sign of fear or disgust. Those jade eyes are hazy with desire, burning bright with the knowledge that we will soon get what we’ve both so desperately fought against in the hours since we met.
I trail the column of her creamy throat, inhaling her scent. Tansia’s blood doesn’t race with fear either. I nuzzle the sensitive shell of her ear. “This was always going to happen; I just didn’t want it to happen while you were working for me.”
She shivers beneath me, and her arms wind around my neck. “I won’t hold it against you.”
A low growl escapes from deep within. I capture her moist lips with mine, exploring with my tongue as the heat of her fingers trail down the length of my back, scorching my skin through the layers of clothing between us.
I sit up, continuing to explore the sweetness of her mouth, as I bring her with me. Her legs fit around me perfectly, wrapping around my waist as I lift her shirt and then slide the dainty white lace beneath it from her body. I stroke her peach-sized breasts, mesmerized by her beauty, and her breath that is coming faster as her nipples peak beneath my fingers.
I lay her down flat, hover over the top of her and trail over the sensitive peeks with my tongue, kissing and sucking until she moans, and her hips raise in anticipation.
“Patience, Tansia,” I tell her, shifting away from her to discard my clothing and watching as her eyes track every movement until I’m with her again.
My mouth trails south, seeking the sweetness I desire, teasing and caressing with my tongue, putting her on edge, feeling the quiver of her legs beneath me as she waits in anticipation for my tongue to find that special place as I swirl around it.
Her mouth is slack, and eyes are lusty, mirroring what I feel for this beautiful creature who has come into my world, making me feel things I swore never to feel again. Never to allow someone to make me feel again. But yet, here we are. I already know this is different, because every soft sigh, moan, or little pant of my name as I’m making my way south doesn’t just go straight to my dick.
The desire to please Tansia is in my head and in my heart, and every little pant makes me want to please her more, bring her to a climax that she’ll never forget. I bath her little nub with my tongue, and my balls tighten uncomfortably with the wait, but Tansia’s pleasure is more important than my own.
And that in itself tells me everything that I need to know. Things will never be the same, because this creature that the gods have sent down to mate with me is special. And when her hips rise and she cries out my name, no longer able to stand the crashing waves of her pleasure, I sink deep, driving right to the very end of her, claiming her for my very own.
Because there will be no mistake—after tonight, Tansia belongs to me.
Chapter
Ten
Calabrea strokes my cheek gently and kisses my lips. He pulls me into his arms as our breathing returns to normal for the third time today. Eating, sleeping, and making love with a powerful and sexy vampire, waiting until night comes but unable to satisfy our need for the other throughout the day. Not even my dreams could be better than this.
My pulse may be settling, but my mind is not. How I've come to being scared of a vampire to trusting one with my life and wanting him in my bed is far beyond me, but the entire world is different now, and I know it.
His dark eyes search mine as though he knows I have questions. “How does it work between a human and a vampire?" I ask, running a finger along the stretch of his black chest hair.
"Relationships between the two have been known to happen, but not among the vampire masters. We have vampires who were turned by their masters into their current state, and one of the masters has a mate who is a witch, but no one in human state; at least that I’m aware of."
“Seriously? A witch?” I sit up in bed.
He nods. "Against my greatest opposition, mind you. I just think there's been too much bad blood between the witches and the vampires, and every time we think we can trust them, something else gets thrown in the way. They do something intentional, or unintentional, I don't really know, but it makes it hard to trust them. I have nothing against them mating with any other vampire, just not the ones who sit at the consulate. We have a responsibility to oversee things for the greater good of the vampires.
We know all the vampire strategies…
If they get out, by accident, to someone we can't trust? How does that work? Our structure wasn't built that way. It was built to ensure secrecy which is one of the keys to our success. But Overmaster Descallia seems to be okay with it for now.”
“What will he think about this?” I walk my fingers down the length of his chest, but he catches it and with a quick roll, he pins me beneath him, caging me with this massive, powerful body. "He has nothing to do with who I choose to be with, Tansia. Until the witch, I thought that he did, but if he's going to allow Romano to take a witch as a mate, and Trentino to mate with the sister of the syndicate regardless of whether she was turned or not, then he will accept my choice, a human.”
“What if I am a witch?”
His eyes meet mine with care for my concern. He strokes a finger down the side of my cheek. “You're not a witch. Your gramma wasn't a witch, but she was a powerful psychic. We need to talk to Lucas to confirm it, but I believe that she saw the future, well into the future too.”
“That’s what Embry told me too. Matilda thinks I have magic, or probably cursed me with it with her little spell.”
He rolls with me, cradling me as we land on our side. “I wouldn’t worry; besides, it hasn’t been three days. In three days if you turn into a witch, then you can worry.”
She slaps my shoulder. “Easy for you to say now, but seriously, Calabrea, what if you’ve had a witch in your bed all day? What if she put a different spell on both of us, and we don’t know it?”
He grins. "You’re worried about absolutely nothing. If she did, then I'll walk back everything I said about Raven, because I'm not letting you go, witch or no.”
I don’t know what to say to make him see the validity of my concerns, but the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach doesn’t stop just because he thinks it should.
