Authors: K. L. Kreig
Tags: #Fantasy, #Moning, #Paranormal, #vampire lords, #Romance, #Erotic, #Thrillers, #Erotica, #Ward, #Literature & Fiction
Did it suddenly get hot in here?
“W – Well, honey … that’s … wonderful,” her mother finally stuttered.
Her dad said nothing, his face a stony mask of fury. And it was all aimed at Rom. Anyone else she knew would be cowering at Rom’s feet by now, but not her dad. She loved her dad for loving
her
so much. Not for the first time, she was so grateful for her parents.
“Daddy, I—”
Rom interrupted.
Again
. He was simply maddening. “Henry … may I call you Henry?” Without waiting for a response, he continued, “Henry, I know this may seem sudden to you, but I assure you, Sarah and I are
destined
to be together.” Once again his molten eyes locked on hers. “I’ve waited a lifetime for her and I didn’t intend to wait a moment longer to make her mine.”
Ah … check please.
Everyone melted away, including her parents. The words were said for her parents benefit, but he meant
every single one
of them for her. Only her. And because of his obvious inability to discuss his feelings, he took advantage of this roundabout to do not only that, but give her a plausible excuse for her long absence.
“Well then … welcome to the family. I guess,” her dad reluctantly snapped. Even her overprotective father couldn’t deny the passion that arched live between them and that the daunting and possessive Romaric Dietrich would do
anything
for his little girl.
He was still infuriating and dominant and challenging. But in that moment as their eyes held, that blurred line between crush and love became a little clearer. A little more defined.
And a lot more precarious.
Chapter 20
Sarah
Two hours later, they were back in the limo, returning to Wausau. This time, she couldn’t get close enough to him. After a rocky start to their reunion, her dad warmed up to Rom enough so that at least the scowl he’d had plastered on his face for most of their time together had
nearly
disappeared by the time they’d left.
And color her surprised to discover Rom could be quite the charmer when he wanted to be. She wondered why he kept that persona buried, because that would work wonders in his efforts to woo her, versus his
Me Tarzan, You Jane
approach. Unbeknownst to him, or maybe it was intentional, he’d made up tremendous ground with her in these last two hours. So much so that she was no longer worried about going to Washington with him. She couldn’t wait to discover the many complex layers that made up Romaric Dietrich, because there were many.
“Security, huh?” That’s what he’d told her parents he did for a living.
“Yes. At the highest level, that is what I do, my beauty.”
Huh?
“I suppose.”
She once again sat on his lap, but this time her head lay on his shoulder, nimble fingers stroking her long hair.
“Thank you,” she mumbled.
“For?”
“For all the nice things you said. I know you did it for my parents’ benefit, but I appreciate the kind words nonetheless.”
Yes, she was unashamedly fishing …
Strong steely hands gripped her waist and suddenly her back met the cool leather seat, her prone body covered with a thick, large, muscular frame. Intense, burning eyes bored into hers as strong hands cupped her face.
“Jesus, Sarah. Is that what you think? That I said those things for
their
benefit? I don’t waste words saying something I don’t mean. Ever. My only regret is that we’ve not yet bonded and you are not yet
mine
. Fuck, I want you to be mine.”
With that passion-filled statement, their lips crashed brutally together in a clash of teeth, tongue and lust as they both fought for dominance, which Rom easily won. And for once she didn’t care. Every fiber of her being craved him and everything he could give her. Their hands frantically roamed each other’s bodies and his erection pressed almost exactly where she needed it. She wished they had no barriers between them.
She suddenly wanted nothing more than to live a deep-seated fantasy of hers before they arrived at their destination, so as much as she didn’t want to, she broke the kiss, because his tongue wasn’t exactly what she wanted in her mouth. She wasn’t sure when she’d have another opportunity and she unequivocally knew she wanted to live out this fantasy with Rom.
“Stop,” she breathed. She couldn’t help but smile when his hands froze. His chest heaved and he buried his face in her neck, teeth erotically scraping the fragile skin.
Holy balls that felt good.
“Sit up.” At her demand, he raised his head to look at her and must have seen the pleading in her eyes. He slowly, reluctantly rose and leaned back like a regal king. His arms spanned the back of the long seat and his legs fell apart in the way only a hot man can do while still looking ultra-sexy. God, she could scour a thesaurus for hours and not find an adequate adjective to describe how erotic this male before her was.
Never looking away from his burning gaze, she moved in front of him and knelt on the thin black carpet. The thick bulge straining his pants had her mouth watering and she couldn’t wait to taste him, like she’d wanted to do this morning.
Running her hands up his brawny thighs, which could have passed as tree trunks, he tensed when they converged on his groin, but didn’t quite touch his cock. His icy blues lit bright with undisguised lust and silently egged her on. She’d never felt more empowered or brazen in her life.
Taking her left hand, she lightly ran her fingernail down his steely shaft through his trousers, while undoing his belt buckle with the other. Making quick work of his button and zipper, she finally broke eye contact and peeled apart the expensive fabric to reveal the largest, thickest cock she’d ever laid eyes on.
Holy … Holy. There were no words.
Again … she may not have a lot of experience, but what twenty-four year old hasn’t had a gander, or two, or ten, at Playgirl? She used to think there was quite a bit of photo doctoring at play in those magazines, because surely no male could be
that
big. But if they
were
adjusted, then the editors may want to aim a
lot
higher, because Rom put every single one of those well-endowed male models to shame.
He already had several drops of pre-cum shining on his purplish bulbous head and her glands salivated to lap it up. She was so primed, if she put a finger to her clit, she’d instantly explode, but this wasn’t about her. It was about him.
Not waiting a second longer, she grabbed his massive, veiny erection in both hands and brought him into her mouth, greedily licking his salty, manly goodness. Releasing him with a pop, she ran her tongue up and down his impressive length before taking him back in and swirling the head, paying attention to his sensitive underside.
“Fuuuuck, Sarah,” Rom rumbled in agonizing pleasure. His hand wound almost painfully in her long mane, and he thrust deeply, hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly, but once again she didn’t care. She wanted to give herself over to him. Completely.
She should have probably thought this through a bit more, because she’d only done this one other time and it hadn’t exactly been her finest sexual moment. But she didn’t need to worry because Rom, as usual, took the reins and fucked her mouth with intent and purpose. When she looked up, he was openly watching her, desire glazed eyes at half-mast.
Damn, her man was hot.
“Your mouth is sin,” he rasped. He had swelled even more right before he picked up the pace. She looked back down, until his next words had her eyes flicking back to his.
“Watch me, beauty. Watch what you do to me,” he thickly demanded.
Low curses spilled under his breath and his head fell back as seconds later his hot release spurted violently at the back of her throat. His orgasm seemed to go on forever and she luxuriated in her feminine prowess to bring him to such a blissful state. Worshipfully, she brought him down from his euphoric high. His hands loosened their death grip on her hair follicles and he scooped her off the floor to straddle his lap, not bothering to tuck himself away.
“I need to watch you fall apart,” he murmured against her swollen lips. Undoing her shorts, he pushed them down, but she had to climb off his lap to remove them completely. Instead of staying seated, Rom slid onto the floor and laid on his back, right between her now spread legs and bared sex, all the while holding her gaze with a devilish gleam in his eye.
“What are you doing?” she whispered breathlessly.
“I’m hungry,” he replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his waiting mouth.
“Ahhh, Rom,” she cried out, throwing her head back as he speared his tongue deep in her slick channel. Holding her firm, he impaled her on his mouth over and over again. He relentlessly drove her higher, and she was already wound so tight from having him in her mouth that the second his thumb circled her clit she exploded on a wail and shamelessly ground her pelvis into his face.
This was the second time today that he’d given her a mind-melting orgasm and although it should be enough, it almost wasn’t. She’d never wanted a man to take her as much as she did at this moment. And she didn’t care that they were in a clichéd limousine that you wouldn’t want to take a black light to, or that the driver surely heard her just scream like a banshee.
“Sarah …” He whispered her name on a long reverent breath before sliding her down his body and taking her mouth in a soft, slow kiss. God, she never loved her name more than when it fell like a prayer from his wicked tongue.
And in a dozen lifetimes she knew she would never tire of it.
Chapter 21
Rom
Love
. The all-consuming act of caring for another person so profoundly, so fiercely, so
bone-deep
, it wasn’t even in the terrifying realm of possibility to imagine your life without them walking beside you every day of your life.
Love
. The emotion he could finally admit he’d felt blossoming from the second he laid eyes upon Sarah.
Love
. What he madly, achingly wanted from
her
in return.
She was his life.
His savior.
His redemption.
And he was falling hard for her. Desperately, terrifyingly, head-over-heels in love. What he’d felt for Seraphina wasn’t a thousandth of what he felt for Sarah. He felt reborn, reawakened.
Whole.
Spending the last two hours with Sarah and her parents was surreal. He hadn’t intended to say the things he did, but they flowed without thought from somewhere deep inside him. The words felt right and by the end of their visit, he knew that their relationship had turned a corner.
When they’d gotten in the car, she’d climbed on his lap and snuggled of her own accord. That one little action warmed his soul.
They were still ten minutes outside of Wausau and after the sweetest mouth to ever wrap around him, his cock was still throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to shove down her shorts again and bury it inside her slick heat. Her scent was driving him out of his fucking mind.
“Are you ready to go back to our home, my beauty?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. But I think I need to pack a bag.”
“Everything has been taken care of. You won’t need a thing.”
His phone rang for the fourth time in the last three hours. It was just Dev and he didn’t want to do anything but spend uninterrupted time with Sarah, so he silenced it again and turned it off for the rest of the day.
“Shouldn’t you get that?”
“No.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You can call your sisters when we get there, but we’ll go directly from Wausau.”
“Okay.” Her eyes shifted down and he lifted her chin with his finger.
“What’s wrong, beauty?”
“Nothing.” At his arched brows, she added, “I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
“Are you afraid of me, Sarah?” Jesus, he hoped not.
“No, no. That’s not it. I just … I don’t know.”
“I’m nervous, too,” he confessed. And damn if that wasn’t the truth. He was exhilarated and terrified at the same time.
A shy smile turned her lips. “You? Nervous?”
He snickered. “Yes. I don’t want to fuck up again,” he admitted.
Placing her hands on his cheeks, she pressed her lips to his. “You will. You’re a guy.” She winked. “But as long as you don’t lock me up, we’ll work through it.”
Putting his forehead to hers, he confessed, “I don’t want to lose you, Sarah.”
“You won’t, Romaric.”
She wrapped herself around him. Nothing had ever felt as good as she did in his arms. He clung to her fiercely until they arrived at the dealership, where they returned the rented limo.
Then he flashed them to his palatial estate in northern Washington, where he planned to ramp up his courting and convince her to bond with him as soon as possible.
Chapter 22
Mike
They’d spent the last forty-eight hours together and it was sheer bliss. He couldn’t remember being happier in his whole life. Giselle had been able to procure quite a bit of information from the records recovered during the raid on Xavier, so they at least had a starting point, albeit full of holes, to begin researching Sarah Hill’s lineage. Giselle could have easily done this on her own, but the fact that she
wanted
his help filled him with all sorts of very unmanly, mushy thoughts. And he didn’t give a flying fuck.
They’d split their time between research and doing normal ‘couple’ things, like watching TV, taking walks, talking and cooking. He even taught—or
tried
to teach—her how to play
Destiny
, his new favorite Xbox game. He was quite sure she was better at killing in real life than she was with a controller. She just plain sucked. And since she was ultra-competitive, she’d finally gotten so mad she refused to play anymore.