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Authors: Caris Roane

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She drew back, looking at him. She could feel how swollen her lips had become.

“You always enjoyed my body,” he said, his gray eyes dark with desire.

She dipped a hand and caressed his arousal. “Yes. Always.” She searched his eyes. “You need to feed, don’t you?”

He nodded. “But I can wait. It’s not like before, like I was always close to falling into a coma.”

She caressed his arm, sliding her hand along the line of his shoulder, all the way to his fingers, touching the blood tattoos at the same time. She knew now that the long stripes had become permanent.

She took his hand and pressed it between her breasts. “Can you feel my heart? It’s heavy with volume. I’d heard about this, how much extra sustenance a blood rose could create for her man, but now I’m acutely aware. I need to feed you. There’s just one thing.”

He narrowed his gaze. “What?”

She took the same hand and ran it down her body to the top of her thigh. “I want you drinking from me here. Remember how you used to do it?”

He leaned close to her, the intake of his breath a cool draw against her skin. “Goddess, yes. I loved doing that to you. Hot as hell.”

She kissed his forehead, his temple, and down the line of his cheek. “Do it now.”

He slid his arms around her then picked her up. Carrying her to the couch, he knocked his knee against the ottoman, pushing it up to meld with the sofa cushions. Laying her on top of the joined pieces of furniture, he knelt in front of her legs, then worked the button above her zipper.

He took his time, leaning down to push her sweater up then kissing her stomach.

Her body rolled beneath the feel of his lips and his fingers now unzipping her pants. He removed her ankle boots first, afterward sliding the pants off one leg at a time. Somewhere in the mix, her thong disappeared.

He spread her legs so that she was fully exposed to him, then stood up and got rid of his own jeans and shoes, his gaze fixed to her bare sex. She took the moment to slide her sweater over her head though she kept her bra on. The underwire pushed her breasts up, and she wanted him looking there as well.

She leaned up on her elbows, watching his gaze move over her body from her thighs, her sex, her navel and finally her breasts. He groaned as he dropped once more between her legs. Only this time, he put both his hands on her breasts, taking his time to enjoy her the way she’d savored him.

She could feel his rings, which added another layer of sensation. And his scent was rich in her nose, the earthy, forest-fern redolence causing her to clench.

He leaned down and kissed the mounds of her breasts, then dipped a tongue between her skin and her bra, pushing until he found a nipple. He flicked the tight bud over and over. Using his hand, he squeezed her other breast. The dual sensation had her moaning.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips arching as she tried to make contact. She needed the pressure, the sweet feel of his body against her sex.

Using his finger, he slid the fabric of her bra beneath each breast, exposing her. He sucked her nipples, taking turns flicking and laving until her hips rocked. “Ian, you’re killing me.”

Good,
he pathed, sucking harder.

She didn’t think she could take much more, when suddenly, he added a vibration to his lips and she cried out. “I could come like this.”

Then come.
As he sucked her breast, he pressed his abdomen against her sex, pulsing. She tightened her legs and ecstasy began to flow, a soft series of explosions deep inside her well. She cried out long and loud.

The whole time, he ground against her, sustaining the intense pleasure.

When the wave passed and her body began to settle, he released her breast, placing tender kisses on each beaded nipple.

“You have the most beautiful breasts.”

She pushed his damp hair behind his ear. “Thank you. And you’ve always known how to bring me.”

He rose up a little. “Now arch your back because I want your bra off.”

She did as he commanded and while kissing her, he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He dragged it away from her breasts and tossed it on top of the rest of their clothes.

As he began to kiss his way down her abdomen, her heart started to pound because she knew what was coming. He opened his mouth and rubbed back and forth, letting her feel the sides of his fangs.

The vampire needed to feed.

“Ian. Yes.”

He tongued her navel, swirling and pressing. She clenched again and desire once more flowed through her, sending shivers over her stomach and deep between her legs.

When he reached her sex, he slid his arms beneath her legs and began to lick, long swipes of his tongue starting at her opening then moving over the sensitive folds. He repeated the process slowly, at times dipping into her well before continuing up.

Her hips rocked, pushing her sex into his face. His hands gripped her firmly, the feel of his rings once more adding to her pleasure. She was breathing hard all over again. “Ian, what you’re doing to me—”

I know your body, Regan. I remember everything, and I want you to come again. How about this?
When a new vibration left his tongue, she groaned heavily as pleasure raced up her well. The same sensation then traveled across her sex as he pressed his tongue against her and kept adding to the frequency. Faster the vibration went.

Her hips were jumping off the ottoman and once more, ecstasy exploded through her body, his vibrating tongue working magic that no other lover had been able to achieve.

The strange image went through her head of bringing Ian into her fae retreat, then chaining him to her bed for a decade or two. Maybe a century.

He sustained the vibration until again her body grew lax.

I’m so hungry for you,
he pathed
.
The vibration had disappeared from his tongue as he moved to her upper thigh.

He began licking above her vein in heavy strokes. Taking blood from the groin wasn’t for amateurs. But she was confident in Ian; he knew what he was doing. He’d supped from her this way all those centuries ago.

Knowing how pleasurable it would be to feel his fangs, she couldn’t keep her hips still. With a need to prevent her from getting injured, Ian overlaid her abdomen with his arm, pinning her in place.

She could feel her vein rising, coming to the surface, obedient to the vampire. She arched her neck, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of having him bite her as he prepared to drink from her.

Once more, her heart pounded, ready to serve.

Shall I pierce your vein?

Yes, please, yes. I need this, Ian. Now.

She panted, anticipating.

The next moment he struck and she cried out as her well clenched. A small explosion darted through her, a sort of mini-orgasm giving her skin a new flush of pleasure.

Ian began to drink and the sound of his suckling mouth had her panting in light wisps of air.

Using his free hand, he found her well and slid two fingers inside.
Is this what you need? I’ve never heard you sound so desperate.

I’m almost out of my mind. I can’t get enough.
He drove his fingers in and out. She felt her well relax then tighten. All the sensations together, his rings hitting her sex, the sound and feel of his suckling as he took her blood down his throat, and the plunging of his hand, took her straight up to the pinnacle yet again.

She came screaming, her body on fire with pleasure.

~ ~ ~

Ian didn’t know which was making him harder, Regan’s screams as he drove his fingers in and out of her or the powerful nature of her blood.

I need to fuck you, Regan.

She groaned at his words.
Ian, I need your cock, too. I need you deep, hard, and fast.

I’m not done drinking.

Seal me up, then take the vein at my throat. Please, Ian. I want you inside me.

He didn’t need to be begged twice. Using his tongue, he swiped over the punctures at her groin, stopping the flow of blood.

He rose, and taking his cock in hand, placed the tip at her well and began to push. She was so wet and he was hard as hell.

Lying with her bottom on the ottoman and her back on the middle of the couch, she wrapped her legs once more around his hips. She rolled her head to the side and pushed her hair away from her throat. Very ready.

Once he was seated inside her, he licked her neck. He thought he might have to wait for the vein to rise, but it was already there. His fangs dripped with saliva as he angled, preparing to bite. His chin trembled as he struck and her blood once more began to flow.

When he formed a seal and began to suck, he set up a steady rhythm with his hips, driving deep.

Yes, Ian.
Another heavy moan followed.

He’d never been so turned on in his life. Or powered up.
Your blood, Regan, is like a fire in me. Feel my arms.

Though her head was turned to the side, she reached up and grabbed his arm with her right hand, her fingers pressing into his muscles.
Ian, you’re bigger, which I didn’t think was possible. What’s happening?

You’re doing this, because you’re a blood rose.

When he moved faster, she writhed beneath him, moaning. He focused on his cock and added a serious vibration. He barely recognized the heavy sound that came from her throat, half grunt, half moan and he loved it.

He also knew she was once more close to orgasm and the feel of her tight pulsing well caused his balls to draw up, getting ready.

He drew back from her vein, swiping the wounds once more. She shifted her head back so she could look at him. For a split-second, all he saw was her and how much he’d always desired her and craved her. His chest swelled with so much feeling that for a moment he felt lost.

“Ian,” she said, her jasmine-lime scent now perfuming the space between them.

He came back to himself, his body ready for release. He moved his hips faster, wanting to watch her writhe with another orgasm as he drove to the finish. “Can you come again? Come with me?”

She nodded, her lips parted, her breathing erratic. Tears filled her eyes and he felt her clench low. His cock was hard, so hard, then he began to release. He got lost in the intensity of the pleasure, the fiery sensations pulsing the length of his cock over and over.

He could feel Regan bucking against him and he heard her screaming so he knew they were sharing the moment. Her face was flushed, her neck arched, her lips parted.

As his orgasm subsided, he felt very strange as though he wasn’t finished. He knew then he was gearing up for a second round. “Holy fucking shit. Regan, look at me.”

She opened her eyes. She was gasping for breath. “What?”

He pumped his hips a few times to let her feel.

Her doe eyes widened. “Oh, sweet Goddess, you’re still hard.”

“I am and I’m going to give it to you again.”

Her voice hit a deeper register as she gripped his arms, her hips rolling to meet his. “Yes. Give it to me. Fast.”

He sped up, driving into her as fast as he could, pistoning in and out of her.

Her body grew flushed again as once more throaty cries left her lips. His balls released, shooting more pulses of intense sensation through his cock. He roared his pleasure, over and over until he’d spent his seed.

She clung to him as his body settled down. She was panting and laughing. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” He breathed hard, stunned by the double release. “I’ve never done that before.” He smiled down at her. “You have, though. You’re just as I remember you, very sensual for such a spiritual being.”

She stroked her hand down his neck and across his shoulder. “Is that how you see me?”

“Exactly.”

“And I see you as a leader of men, a warrior, incredibly built in every way.” Here she dipped her hips enough to feel the length of him.

There was so much feel-good drifting through his veins, he couldn’t help but smile.

“But there’s something more.” She squeezed his shoulder. “I value your service to the Nine Realms above all else. Your work with both your Vampire Guard and Shifter Brigade has set the standard for other realms. You’ve saved lives.”

He stared down at her and a frown split his brow as he remembered the past. “But not enough lives.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Ian. You always were.”

“And I didn’t cut you any slack either, did I?”

She shook her head.

He was still buried inside her as the old issues came up. Yet, somehow, he didn’t want to keep thinking the same thoughts. Had he been wrong about her? What if she hadn’t enthralled him? What if something else had been at work that night? Only what?

Slowly, he drew out of her.

She flung an arm over her head, watching him. “It’s okay, Ian. I’m not here to change your opinion of what happened so long ago. And I know we’re in a weird place. We’ve been thrown together in this really bizarre way. The benefits so far have been amazing, but I’m not naïve; the sharing of blood and sex will not fix what’s wrong between us.

“In the meantime, I want to be in your bed, if you can handle it, to be as close to you as I can. My fae instincts tell me whatever this is between us will affect the fate of the Nine Realms. More than anything, I want to help end this war.”

He nodded, turning to grab his t-shirt off the stack of clothes. He wadded it up and tucked it between her legs. He’d left a lot of himself behind.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“I’m not backing away, Regan. I need you to know that. I have my concerns just as you do. But Camberlaune comes first. So, yes, you’ll be sharing my bed. Stone believes we’re meant to accomplish something together. And if he’s right, I don’t want to make a serious mistake by failing to engage with your blood rose ability.”

“I’m with you, Ian. All the way. I love our world and I’ve hated what Margetta has done to it. Whatever we have to do, I’m in.” She leaned up on her elbows and smiled. “But right now, I’d love another shower.”

He chuckled. “You got it.” He rose to his feet, then picked her up, intent on carrying her to the bathroom downstairs.

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