Chosen: Book 1 in the Ancients of Light series (34 page)

With a growl, his hand settled on her bared
breast. Cupping it, he shifted her higher in his arms to accept the
other invitation. His fingertips began to work at the soft mound
when his teeth broke her skin. Her shuddering groan echoed.
Withdrawing the press of fangs, he lapped at the injury. Thumb and
forefinger settled over the tightening bud in his palm and rolled
the sensitized flesh. Lorcan delivered a sharp little pinch before
biting into her neck again.

She arched up; her own fangs extending in
response. While he settled in to drink, he continued the teasing
pluck with his fingers. He was taking more than in times past,
draining her. Kaitriana growled against his chest, her need rapidly
building in response to his carnal play. Her nails marred the skin
below his shoulder and her fangs scraped at the flesh beneath his
collarbone.

His hand tangled in her hair and Lorcan
released his bite. Using his hold to pull her mouth away from his
skin, he took Kat in a hard kiss. Her mouth opened eagerly, her
tongue flicking sensuously over his fangs to return in kind some of
the pleasurable torment his bite had given. Lorcan knew her game.
Kaitriana sought to push him to the same level of mindless lust
that he intended for her. It was the witch’s way of seeking control
over the situation, and he was having none of it.

Lorcan offered the same treatment to hers,
knowing that since part of her was fully Vampire, her instinctive
response to the mating - her
need
to bite - would make her
fangs so much more sensitive. The brush against the aching points
caused Kaitriana to squirm. Continuing until she was almost
delirious with longing, he finally eased his tongue away and began
thrusting into the recesses of her mouth. Her riled state had her
aggressively meeting each stroke, her needful whimpers captured by
his mouth.

Lorcan pulled back to view the murky darkness
that had settled in her eyes. Arrogantly, he smiled down at her. He
had barely touched her yet and her little body was already fevered
for him. She flashed her fangs and made move towards the skin of
his chest. His tightened grip in her hair stopped her and he gazed
down at her steadily, tender reprimand given, “No Kat. I will drink
of you many more times before I allow you to partake of my blood
and the bonding that comes with it.”

Surprisingly his stubborn witch did not even
balk, instead she kept her eyes locked on his and tilted her head
in invitation. She was an impatient lass and again trying to force
his hand. Rather than move, he stilled and smiled cryptically at
her. He maintained hold on her gaze while his fingertips slipped
over her breast. Her groan melted into a heated gasp when he
delivered a sharp tug to the rosy tip.

Eyes sliding closed, her brow found his
chest. Lorcan rolled the tight bud between his fingertips and
continued to repeat the erotic touch until he had roused her to the
point that her growls were unceasing. Taking her chin in his
fingers, he raised her face back to his and claimed her lips
tenderly in a lingering kiss before easing her down to the edge of
the bed.

Her stretch back over the silken covers was
languid instead of restless. The longer he eyed her perfection, the
harder his instincts pushed him to make her fully his. His need to
have her completely bared before him was overpowering. Lorcan knelt
next to the bed and tugged her wrist to his mouth as his other hand
sought the most private part of her, still covered by lace. When
Lorcan pressed his hand firmly there she inhaled sharply, her lids
fluttering open. The press of her hips upwards to rub against his
palm followed when he marked her wrist with another bite.

Taking his time to leisurely enjoy her
intoxicating essence, his fingers stroked repeatedly over the
delicate fabric. When Lorcan lifted his mouth, he held her gaze.
Kaitriana vaguely noted that the blue rings had crept more vividly
into the black of his eyes. She paid little heed, immersed in the
dual pleasures he was providing, until he touched her once
more.

Lorcan allowed a bit of magical warmth to
seep into his hand and cupped his palm over the lace. Pressing down
firmly, he immobilized the undulating rotation of her hips against
the bed. The unexpected feeling, both of his hand pressing so
intimately and the prickling warmth, was reflected in her stunned
stare. Her lips parted to question, but he shook his head at her,
“Shhh…little Kat. Do not think, just feel.”

Kaitriana obediently held her words, but he
could see her curiosity was overruling her desire. His female could
not be ordered to shut down that sharp brain of hers, and that
would not do. Lorcan allowed the intensity of the magic to increase
before he closed his fingers around the scrap of material and tore
it free. She gave a desperate whimper when he resumed his light
touch against her bared skin, completely contrary to her blush and
her shyly averted eyes. He allowed the tingling sensation to fill
his other hand and slid it up and over her stomach. Doing a
measured glide upward, he rubbed his thumb tortuously across the
straining peak of her breast.

The feeling from his touch would have been
enough to make her crazed, but her need for him was multiplied by
the awareness that he was using magic. She arched to his caress at
the same time that she pressed firmly to his hand below. Studying
intently the way his muscles were rippling in the soft light of the
room while he worked his hands over her, the desire to feel his
flesh against her own was overwhelming. She needed him.

With no warning his hands left her and she
whined at the loss. Her protest promptly ceased when she felt his
fingers encircle her wrist. Dropping her head back to the bed she
anticipated his bite, only to feel his hot mouth open over her
wrist.

Tongue and lips moved unhurriedly there. He
murmured against her skin all the while never ceasing the
exploration, “Does this feel good, little Kat?” At her eager nod,
he smiled. Curling his other hand against her core, he was rewarded
by the feel of her dampened skin. Lorcan pressed harder there while
his tongue swept roughly over a spot on her wrist. His voice was
full of seductive promise, “I am going to use my mouth just like
this on you
here
.” He slid his fingertips
through her slick folds to leave no doubt as to just what he
intended. His words were rewarded with the buck of her hips against
his probing fingers.

Pleased with her enthusiasm, he moved to the
edge of the bed and leaned over her. While he bent his head towards
her chest, his thumb found the sensitive bit of flesh buried in her
heat, “Imagine me doing this…here.” He grated his tongue across the
taut pebble above just as his thumb pressed downward.

Her body went stiff with a throaty cry.
Kaitriana fell into uncontrolled trembling when he maintained both
pressures and added a light stroking finger at her center before
sucking the rigid peak into the searing confines of his mouth.
Keeping up the sensual torture, Lorcan slid his mouth over to claim
the other side, offering the same consideration with hot strokes of
his tongue. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him tightly to
her. Her whispered plea brought a cocky grin from him, “Please
Lorcan…please.”

The nip of his teeth against her breast
replaced the stroke of tongue and accompanied the swirling of his
thumb in lazy circles around her sensitive spot below. He slowly
eased his finger into her and murmured, “Is this what you want,
little witch?”

The tight hold of her own teeth on her lower
lip kept Kaitriana from answering. Instead she just moved her hips
up invitingly against his hand. She was scattered, felt molten
inside with pleasure sparking everywhere.

Lorcan stopped circling with his thumb,
switching to feather light sweeping touches. Sliding his finger
slowly out, he instantly returned it harder, deeper, “How long do
you think you can stand this torment, Kat?” The intensity of this
new play had had her shifting, trying to bring the full press of
his thumb back even as she wanted to push harder against the
insistent drive of his fingers.

In response he lifted his thumb completely
away and then he shushed her mewl of disappointment by leaning up
to brush his tongue to the bow of her mouth. His fingers feverishly
explored every inch of her wet heat as Lorcan gave her lower lip a
harsh bite and then his mouth claimed hers.

Kaitriana met his kiss ardently, her tongue
playing in a rhythm that mirrored the pace of his fingers. Only
when Lorcan was growling hotly at her wanton kiss did he remove
himself. Abruptly standing, hunger radiated from his onyx gaze
while he doffed the remainder of his clothing. She watched
intently, restless creamy skin sliding over navy silk, unable to
remain still. He was golden perfection in the hazy light of dawn.
Her eyes roamed every inch. After she had taken in every hardened
plane, her enthusiasm was somewhat dampened. He was
massive…everywhere. She gave a little eek and squeezed her eyes
shut, whispering gravely, “This won’t work.”

Lorcan was unable to contain his amusement as
he stretched out beside her. She shot him a disgruntled look and
tried to roll away. Catching her around the waist and returning her
to the center of the bed, he began stroking his hand lazily over
her curves once more. His voice was a tantalizing whisper of wicked
things to come, “Remind me of that, my little innocent witch, when
I am one with you…deep…when you are begging me not to stop.”

Her eyes found his and a flush came over her.
She was both shocked and excited over his evocative boast. The play
of his hands was driving her to distraction, if he continued she
would soon be unable to remember her hesitance or anything
else.

His enjoyment over her conflicting emotions
lingered in his eyes, but his face was harsh with his restrained
longing. When his hand brushed her center again and she obligingly
pressed her hips up to meet him, Lorcan knew she would offer no
more objections. He cupped her and then rubbed the heel of his hand
downwards against her damp skin. Kat sighed in surrender. Watching
her intently, he pressed two fingers into her waiting warmth, slow
and easy, while continuing the massage at the apex of her thighs.
Kaitriana looked up at him in absolute wonder.

Shifting slightly, Lorcan gave her the
ecstasy of his pressing thumb again, content to watch her reactions
for now. He allowed her to set the pace, her hips pressing
rhythmically. As her thrusts to his hand grew more insistent, he
steadily increased the pressure of his thumb. Her breath was coming
in gasps when he took over and started purposefully driving his
fingers. He allowed her to continue finding enjoyment against his
hand until she was teetering near the edge.

Without hesitation he dragged his hand free.
She was lost in the thrall of her need and her uninhibited taking
of pleasure had him near the breaking point. His movements were
rough, impatient, when he parted her legs and moved between them.
His primeval instincts were clawing at his insides, demanding that
he complete the blood rite with her.

Lorcan grabbed her hips, fangs elongated
fully, and whispered gruffly, “When I claim you Witch, it will be
body and blood. You will know my bite as I push you over the edge,
you will scream my name with your pleasure.” His ancient Vampire
nature had risen, overtaking tenderness, leaving only the
domineering possessiveness towards his mate, “You belong to me. Do
you understand?”

His impassioned words were making her crazed
and her nod was quick. Her hips were fighting his hold, eagerly
trying to bring his touch there.

Her mute answer was not enough to satisfy
Lorcan, his voice turned demanding, “Tell me, Kaitriana…what do you
want?”

Kaitriana’s mouth was dry with anticipation
and her thoughts were so unfocused that she barely registered his
question. When he grew impatient for her answer, Lorcan gripped her
hips tighter and teased her with the press of his hot length
against her core. That action ratcheted her need up to an
uncontrollable level and had her quickly crying out the answer,
“You…Lorcan. Always…you...”

Satisfied he gave her a short nod of
acceptance and slowly began pressing into her tight center. Bucking
her hips, Kaitriana clawed at the bed. The strain of his effort was
etched in his brow and his fingers dug into her backside,
“Shhh…Witch, be easy.” He could barely contain the urge to drive
hard and deep and her unrestrained ardor was not helping him go
slowly.

Her eyes were trained on the pull of muscle
playing over his abdomen while she heatedly watched the slow press
of him against her in their joining. While her body was reacting to
the heavy feel of him within, her Vampire instincts were causing
her fangs to throb with the need to bite at his flesh. Kaitriana
turned her neck to Lorcan in offering even as she was fighting to
tamp down the need pull him hard into her. Her nails tore the
coverlet and she growled fiercely.

Her actions broke his self-control and he
growled in answer, completing his possession with a single hard
stroke. She gave a lengthy cry, but he could tell there was more
pleasure than pain in it. Lorcan gazed down at her with smug
approval and waited until her eyes opened on him before he rotated
his hips into her in a slow circle. Kaitriana murmured his name
breathlessly, eyes never leaving his, and he rewarded her by
repeating the motion.

Lorcan eased his hold to lean down. Steadying
his weight on his forearms, he trapped her head between them. A
slight teasing push of his hips followed as he claimed her mouth in
a scorching kiss. Burying his fingertips in her hair he held her
motionless for his plunder. When he finally tore his mouth loose,
he commanded huskily, “Offer me your neck, Kaitriana.”