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 m
y 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.”
His raspy order made her burn. She shifted her head, arching the column of her throat towards him as her hand brushed the tangled curls away. The slow motion of his hips and the hard press of him so deep were not allowing her to maintain any control. Kaitriana was almost frightened at the compulsions taking over. She would need to remember later to blame her newly acquired Vampiric nature for the crazed lust. She yearned for his mouth and not merely his kiss but that unforgiving bite. Making the decision that it was easier to surrender to her baser instincts, she pawed at his chest feverishly, “Please Lorcan…I need this…you…please.”
Against the column of her throat Lorcan murmured his approval of her pleading demand. Ceasing the movement of his hips completely, he nuzzled her skin and waited long moments for her anticipation to build and shatter any remaining control she might possess. Only when she was whimpering and squirming wildly beneath him did he give her what she needed.
He licked her neck and ground out the one word claim, “Mine.” The hard, deep bite was timed perfectly with his forceful movement of his body to hers. She screamed his name then, twice before he had even pushed into her again. Her nails tore ragged patterns down his back and he began drinking in earnest. Despite the rich sweet taste of her blood and the rise of his desire, he managed to continue a measured pace rocking into her. He dropped a hand down between them to pluck at the center of her pleasure while his other held her head firmly for his consumption.
She was murmuring his name, unconsciously imploring, over and over as he intentionally built her to a frenzied peak. He pinched at the sensitive flesh and released his hold on her head so that he could use his hand to mimic that action against her delicate breast. The coupled actions fired white hot streaks from one sensitive spot to the other as he so expertly worked his fingers in time with his thrusts. Kaitriana was shaking, she was well beyond any ability to do other than feel and react physically. Her entire body was straining to feel something that was just beyond.
His control was slipping. Though he’d had thousands of years more experience than her to master the raging instincts of his breed, her uninhibited reactions had shattered that control. Lorcan set an insistent pace against her, plunging hard and deep. He had fleeting thoughts about hurting her with the force of their first mating, but he could not hold them as possessing his sweet mate was the most intense experience in his existence.
He maintained enough awareness to tell by the quickening of her breath and pulse that she was going to melt for him soon. Releasing his bite, he had taken all that was necessary, now he wanted only to lose himself completely inside his little witch. He applied hard pressure to her with the pinching fingers of both hands, shoving her up and over into a blissful release.
Her world exploded and she screamed his name with each wave of pleasure the broke over her. Kaitriana felt all liquid heat and otherworldly as the newest and most heavenly tingles settled into every piece of her. Lorcan gave a final rough push of his hips to hers. She barely registered his hoarse groan of release when he spilled deeply in her, but the feel of it only intensified the wonderful ripples that were emanating from low in her center. Even when Lorcan finally settled his weight over her, her breathing remained thready and her hips were rotating to him with the lingering delightful waves.
He found contentment with each tremor that rocked her. It was in response to his lovemaking and the fact that her blood was low, near depleted by him in their mating. The fact was confirmed as the icy blue eyes she lifted to his were unclear. She looked beautifully pale and frail beneath him in contrast to the hard muscle of his forearms where he loomed above her.
Her lips were swollen rosy from his kisses, her body still marred by his many bites. Kaitriana looked thoroughly dazed as she nuzzled her face up to his chin, and he was definitely smug over her bemused state and in the knowledge that he had finally claimed her, while giving her no small amount of pleasure in the task.
Lorcan kept her motionless against the bed with the press of his weight when he moved his wrist to her lips. A small drink would help in her recovery and bring a bit of color back to her cheeks. Her eyes held volumes of adoration when she set her lips to his flesh and gave a very gentle bite. The wash of his blood was soothing, she had horribly missed his taste during the past week. Kaitriana suckled gently while keeping her full focus on him.
Kaitriana looked like a sated kitten as she continued to lap softly at his wrist and he dropped his brow to hers with a muffled curse. The experience roused his instincts again. Lorcan knew with certainty that he would now insist that his mate always take her nourishment from him alone. Tamed and claimed, the hellcat with a world of love in her eyes was making him eager to experience her sweet body again.
Though he could watch her feeding so lovingly from his wrist forever, Lorcan did not want her bonding completed just yet. He needed her begging again for the kind of delight they had just shared. He tugged his wrist free and gave her his lips as replacement, with a soft pledge, “I love you, you troublesome witch.”
When he lifted his lips and cupped her breast along with a stirring movement of his hips, Kaitriana moaned with longing but her eyes were heavy lidded, “Lorcan, I am so tired.” Her little whine was endearing.
He only gave her a harder press of his hips and began teasing his fingertips over her skin, “It is because you are low on blood, Kat. You need to be fed and in order for me to feed you, I am going to have to love you again.”
Even weary, she eyed him suspiciously, “Is that a rule?” At his nod she raised a skeptical brow, her tone rich with disbelief, “Really?”
He kissed her hard befor
e he gave her his laughing answer, “Yes, Kat, my rule, and you have already given your pledge of obedience. I will give you a taste more and then I am going to toy with you for a very long time while I replenish you.” She was still pale and he could see the lack of energy in her, but Lorcan also caught the dark flicker in her eyes, “Can you be good for once and do this?”
There was a bit of sass in her answering smile and her arm lifted to curl around his neck. Kissing him deeply first, her other hand came to rest on his shoulder. When she pulled back finally, she rolled her eyes as though put out, “Get on with it, Vampire.”
His eyebrow cocked in mock severity and though she was aware he teased, she still plied him with a husky whisper, “Will you feed me, Lorcan...please?” She rocked her hips up to answer the slow glide of his, “I fear I may not be able to meet your demands if you do not and that would be a shame...”
Lorcan chuckled, “Lusty witch.” Delivering his wrist to her lips, he leaned in to nibble on her shoulder and began slowly circling his hips against hers. The sun peaked in the sky before he finished replenishing her and his little witch had lost her voice by then.
CHAPTER 30
Kaitriana woke, but kept her eyes firmly shut as she took a leisurely stretch and rolled in an attempt to bring her into contact with the warm form of her mate. Instead she found herself sprawled on the floor with a thud in a tangle of blue sheets. Lifting her head with a grumpy frown, she spied him seated across the room before the hearth. Book in hand, he was eyeing her with no small amount of amusement. Lorcan winked, “Good thing you heal quickly, Witch.”
Rather than answer, she climbed clumsily to her feet, smacking the back of her head against the overhang of the bedside table in the process. With an unladylike curse, she knotted the sheet more solidly around her and studied him. Lorcan was returning his book to the side table. When he leaned to do so, the movement caused the fine material of his white dress shirt to pull taut over his chest. She was gawking and made no effort to hide it. Her male was already showered and dressed. The shirt was open at the collar and rolled casually on his forearms. In his dark slacks with still damp hair he was devastatingly handsome.
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