by Meg Xuemei X
My tongue thrust through his parted lips and met his tongue, stroking to taste him. To seduce him. Another surprise hit me—he tasted sweet beneath his pure ancient power. And there was an earthiness about him that called to my soul. No wonder he was the first and only natural-born vampire.
As I kept kissing him, my tongue exploring his mouth, he received my sexual advance passively. Though I bet he enjoyed it, he didn’t fully participate, satisfied to let me do all the work. But his scent, male and possessive, grew heady, and through it, I knew what he truly wanted. He wouldn’t compromise until he got it.
I pulled my tongue free. He seemed reluctant, but he didn’t pursue it.
“You’re one devious, stubborn son of a bitch, Lorcan,” I said. I bit the tip of my tongue until it bled. “Claim me then if you’re truly my fated mate. This is a one-time offer and it expires before the sun comes up.”
I slanted my lips onto his, not so gently, and my tongue thrust into his mouth again.
When the first drop of my blood hit his tongue, I felt a stir in him, a primitive power in his depths roaring back alive.
His body warmed as heat swirled up, cocooning me. I widened my eyes. I hadn’t known a vampire could have such intense body heat. I’d thought they were the coldest things.
I blinked as a realization hit me. The made-vampires were cold-blooded, but Lorcan was a born vampire. He belonged to nature as much as I did.
While his heat warmed me, his masculine scent drew me further in, trapping me. I perceived that this was one very possessive vampire, who would never let me go.
His heart started thumping under my palm, and my heart pounded just as strongly and in sync with his.
Fuck! He was going to wake up now! Or had he already?
I withdrew my tongue but failed, because his teeth—now protruding to fangs—held my tongue and kept it in.
Alarm flared in my mind and panic rose in me. My hands lashed out and grabbed his white throat, ready to choke him if he took the liberty of biting me. And I didn’t care I’d just gotten him to break the surface of whatever murky water he’d been deeply under.
No one bit Cass Saélihn without permission.
His fangs retreated, and his tongue swirled around mine, seducing silkily like the most skilled lover. Pleasure shot to my nerve endings.
That was more like it.
Our tongues started the mating dance.
I didn’t urge him to open his eyes, since I just closed mine, indulging myself in the sensuality. Who could imagine a vampire could kiss like a divine, icy flame?
Heat roared in my bloodstream, and liquid fire pooled between my thighs.
A rough groan sounded from Lorcan’s throat. Then he shoved my tongue back to my mouth, withdrew his, and closed his lips.
Before I could protest, his large hands palmed my face and pulled it away from him. I flashed open my eyes, only to find Lorcan’s glowing ones staring into me.
The High Lord of Night had awoken, and he pushed me away, no longer needing me.
A hurt I hadn’t expected pounded into me.
“Well, well, the sleeping beauty has finally woken up,” I said, attempting to cover my stupid hurt with sarcasm. “My job is well-done and done.”
I hesitated for a heartbeat, unwilling to leave him, but I had to preserve my pride. I jumped off the edge of the bed.
Originally, I’d planned to coax him back to the waking world, because we would need him and his vampire army by my side to fight the gods should my hunters come looking. I’d planned to leave him right after that, without letting him pierce my skin and getting a piece of me.
I hadn’t known I was such a contradictory creature.
I’d convinced myself that Cass Saélihn wouldn’t go down without a fight, but when he hadn’t wanted to get intimate with me, as the other three males assumed he would, I didn’t feel the slightest relief but a deep bruise in my ego.
The High Lord of Night wasn’t interested in me. He pushed me away.
I gave him a thumbs-up awkwardly. “I’ll go get the others. They’ve been waiting for you to get back to your duty, and I bet you know what it is since you’re the vampire lord.”
At least I didn’t call him a bloodsucker, even though the hurt still rippled in me.
An arm shot out, faster than anything, and sneaked around my waist.
Lorcan pulled me back to the bed before I could head toward the ebon door.
I toppled on his massive, hard body, my breasts on his broad chest, my two-toned eyes—one violet, one golden, like living fire—staring down at his handsome face, and my shivering lips a few inches from his.
“Not so fast, little mate,” he said harshly. “You’re going nowhere.”
“Are you challenging me again, vampire?” I asked, thinking of folding my arms across my chest to show my defiance, but it wasn’t possible, since he had wrapped his arms around me, pinning me against him.
Our hearts drummed together.
His eyes sparkled. “You made my heart beat when I first met you. And now you make it beat again for a reason.”
“What reason?” I asked stupidly since my mind could barely process any thought with his sweet, minty breath mingling with mine.
He moved, and before I could blink, I was beneath his massive body, his huge hardness pressing between my thighs.
His head dipped down, and his mouth crushed onto mine. When his tongue stroked mine in demand and command, the heat in me turned unbearable.
My panties were embarrassingly soaked.
A deep ache rippled through me, and the need for him pounded in my every cell.
Fuck, this was bad. I hadn’t expected Lorcan’s male animal to power over me like this. I shouldn’t surrender just like that. I probably should put up a half-hearted fight and let him see I wasn’t that easy.
He lifted his head, his lust-filled, gray-silver eyes gazing down at me. “Anything from you—your scent, your laugh, your words, and the way you move—consumes my entire being like no other. I’ve never felt this way. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything and anyone ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
Reys, Pyrder, and Alaric had all said nice things to me before I’d come in, and now Lorcan had also confessed his feelings for me. It was nice, though it was also overwhelming. I’d never had anyone in my life before, except for the psychopath Jezebel, and, all of a sudden, I had four males—not just any males, but the most gorgeous, powerful males walking the Earth—who wanted me and were devoted to me.
And I hadn’t expected Lorcan to have deep feelings for me since he was the solemn, formidable type. He wasn’t used to getting in touch with his feelings.
“You mean that?” I asked.
“Have no doubt, dulcis,” he said. “You know my heart beats for you.”
Dulcis meant beloved in the ancient tongue. He called me his beloved.
The High Lord no longer wanted to talk. His lips crushed onto mine again, and I opened my mouth for him. He took the advantage and thrust his tongue in quickly as if afraid I’d close the window if he weren’t fast enough.
His tongue lapped mine erotically, sending shocks of pleasure all over me.
Despite my intentions, a sultry moan escaped my throat.
His kiss increased in urgency.
Fever coursed through my body, the mating need slamming into me in waves.
My fingers, which had curled and grabbed the front of his shirt, now flattened, slid in his clothes, moved around to his back, and traced his powerful spine.
I wanted to explore his every inch.
This is a pure male, and he’s mine, a voice, feral and wild, purred in me.
For a second, I was taken aback by its ferocity. Jezebel had always called me a monster. Was this the monster she’d feared? But this monster wasn’t going to harm anyone. It just wanted to stake a claim on the High Lord of Night and get laid.
Lorcan broke our kiss, hunger and lust turning his gray eyes to half silver and half burnin
g-golden.
My heart fluttered erratically.
Was he going to pierce my skin and drink from me now? Cutting my wrist and feeding him was one thing, but letting his fangs near my neck—
I swallowed nervously. He’d woken up and maybe we should just leave it there. Before I gathered my strength and shoved him away, he pulled me in closer and kissed me gently, seeing the fear in my eyes. He wouldn’t allow me to be afraid of him.
He heaved me up and I was no longer caged beneath him but lay atop him again.
How could he even do that, as if I weighed no more than a feather?
Then a realization sank in. He was letting me have control, though he wouldn’t let me get away from him.
“I crave you more than anything, dulcis,” he said huskily. “Your blood calls to me and sings in my veins, but you’ll never be my food. You’re the mate I treasure more than anything, and I’ve never taken any female as my mate.”
I heard truth in his words.
I couldn’t walk away. His desperate need for me hammered in my blood, and my lust for him grew stronger.
I dipped my head and brushed a kiss on his lips before arching my neck for him.
He hesitated for a beat before tracing his lips along the column of my neck, leaving a blaze in its wake. Then his fangs were out, grazing my skin.
I shivered.
This was it. I braced for his bite and the sharp pain. I wasn’t a stranger to pain, but I didn’t welcome it.
I was relatively safe with two fae and a demigod on the other side of the door, monitoring everything with their super powers and superior hearing. If Lorcan hurt me, one small cry from me and they’d break down the door, rush to my rescue, and beat the hell out of their bonded brother.
I felt the strong pulse of their energy outside the door. They were dying to come in, but they would respect my privacy. They firmly believed I was the one true mate to them all, but they were willing to let Lorcan have a first go with me under the circumstances.
Instead of piercing my skin, Lorcan continued to kiss my neck.
It was pleasurable, and it was also torture.
Biting me was inevitable, and its delay only sent me to the edge. Before I opened my mouth and asked him to get it over with, he positioned me on my side with my back against his chest.
His hand came around to cup my breast, kneading my nipple. His other hand gripped my hip, pinning me to him. His massive hardness pricked against my lower back.
My heart drummed. My blood rushed in my veins, as I anticipated the things he’d eventually do to me. I might have conflicted feelings, but my lust won over them.
I wanted Lorcan. I’d wanted him since I’d first seen him.
I brushed my curly hair aside, exposing my neck to him.
His breath warmed my skin. His lips trailed a new line along the column of my neck before lingering on one of my major arteries.
“Know this, dulcis,” he murmured. “I live on blood in order to survive. If I could change my nature for you, I would. And now I need to claim you to calm my beast, but I’ll never hurt you.”
His fangs punctured my skin. I gasped harshly at the sudden sharp pain, but then a flood of ecstasy washed over it.
Lust coursed through me like a firestorm.
I writhed.
I rocked my hips against his crotch as he drank from me slowly to savor me. It surprised me that it didn’t repulse me as I’d thought it would. I could feel his ecstasy as my rich, hot blood went down his throat.
Another wave of intense pleasure tore through me, and all I could think was having his cock inside me. The liquid heat between my thighs grew white-hot, and only he could cool it now.
Before my hand moved backward to grab his cock, he extracted his fangs and licked gently to seal my tiny wound.
“You’re the elixir of goddess, dulcis,” he said in awe. “I’ve never tasted anything like this in my entire existence. You taste of dragon fire and sunlight, which my kind could only dream of. I haven’t seen sunrise for eons, and your blood gave me the sight, the heat, and the sensation.”
The psychopath god Phobos had also said, “If I didn’t know the first Dragon God left this galaxy an eon ago, I’d say you could be his direct descendant.”
That ruled out a dragon as my father.
“You also taste of earth, wind, storm, and blossom,” Lorcan continued. “It’s absolutely divine. Even the brush-of-death essence inside you has its unique, addictive perfume.”
I shrugged.
Only a madwoman would feel flattered by an analysis of her blood’s taste, no matter how nice and passionate the descriptions were.
My eyes flashed darkly. “Don’t get addicted, dude. This is a one-time charity because you were at the brink of death and then you refused to wake the hell up. I saved you because you would be an asset in bringing down the Olympian gods.” I’d lied. It wasn’t in me to see him gone. “So, keep it in mind. Try to take my blood without my permission, and the brush-of-death in me won’t be perfume but the eternal death of you.”
His eyes flashed darkly too, storm swirling in them. “I know what you’ve sacrificed for me. I’ll never take you for granted. I came from the old world where I took whatever I wanted and believed that was my right. Old habits die hard, but I’ll never force myself on you because you’re too precious to me. I’ll only take what you’ll give.”
I blinked, not expecting him to say respectful things, but then Lorcan had always been courteous and straightforward, and his honesty sent a wave of warmth through my chest.
“Dulcis, I can’t resist you.” His mouth dwelled on me again, kissing me with scorching heat.
The world faded away except for him and his burning touch.
Liquid fire that hadn’t been quenched lapped at my molten core with punishing force for the delay.
“Fuck me, Lorcan,” I said hoarsely, shoving down my pants until my soaked, flimsy panties were all I left.
“After I lick you and taste you first,” he said huskily against my lips.
The vampire lord had great control, even though his erection was harder than granite against the small of my back.
“Lick later,” I said, losing my battle against the feverish mating call.
My hand wrapped around his shaft through the fabric of his pants and pumped it up and down. I needed to have it pump inside me next.
“My mate is losing patience,” he said in a chuckle.
Patience is overrated.
“Are you going to fuck me or talk me to death?” I asked, panting hard under the onslaught of lust. “This foreplay has been going on for too long, and I like getting to the point.”
I yanked the belt off his trousers, and with his cooperation, in no time we were both naked.
His body was hard marble and perfection, vibrating with life, not what I’d expected from a vampire—though he was also extremely sexy with clothes on.
I traced my fingers over the hard plain of his stomach, yet I was more interested in his hard, impressive shaft. It protruded proudly.
“My Cass is blunt. Always goes after what she wants without an apology.”
“Why should I apologize for that?” I asked, puzzled, squeezing the head of his cock. It felt so hard yet so silky in my palm. “And apologize to who?”
I pumped his shaft and flicked the slit on his crown.
“Now you asked for it, dulcis!”
The next instant, I was under his delicious weight once again, my legs wide open with him between them.
The vampire was fast, not just on the battlefield, but in bed too.
His eyes inspected my bare pussy, and my folds parted automatically in invitation under the weight of his immodest gaze.
“Exquisite and enticing beyond words,” he said in a gasp, his sexual need ramming into me.
His fingers twirled around my sensitive nub before brushing it. My leg jerked, and the ache in me expanded. My need for him skyrocketed, shocking me with its pure intensity.
Before I could give him instructions on how I wanted him to proceed, he lowered himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock aiming at my slick entrance.
“Your scent of arousal calls me.” His voice was rough with pure male desire. “I need to shove my cock deep inside your lovely pussy. I can’t hold back anymore.”
He glided in, smoothly and powerfully.
I widened my eyes, my lips apart.
It felt like heaven.
“I’m not a barbarian,” he said.
“You’re a vampire, a predator. Suck it up. Barbarism is your nature.”
“It’s all perspective, dulcis,” he said drily. “But I see I’ll have to go to great lengths to change your prejudice against me. I might be a predator, but never to my own. Never to my mate.”
My mind focused on the great length. Was there pun intended?
He thrust another inch into me. The vampire lord was being careful and gentle with me since I was still a virgin. Well, kind of. Mostly. I hadn’t finished intercourse with Reys.
My mind drifted to the fae prince for a second, but then Lorcan suddenly drove home, deep and hard. He wouldn’t allow my attention to shift.
He wouldn’t allow me to think of anyone else.
He pulled out an inch and thrust back in, then pulled out more and thrust harder and faster. I cried and moaned at the burn of both pain and pleasure. His cock was too big, but the walls of my muscles remolded quickly to fit him in.
I arched my back to take him in deeper, and Lorcan gazed at me, awe and lust brightening and darkening his eyes at once.
He thrust into my sleek heat. “You’re made for me, dulcis.”
I begged to differ. All of them claimed that I was made for them. Why couldn’t they be made for me? But I didn’t argue the point while I was drowning in pleasure. I wouldn’t spoil the mood before I had my orgasm.
“Aha,” I said noncommittally and moaned as a new level of pleasure lapped at me.
Lorcan thrust into me repeatedly, harder and faster, full of icy fire and possessiveness.
My legs wrapped around his waist as I bucked my hips up to meet his plunges.
Flesh slapped against flesh. Nothing else was better than mating.
“Succumb to me,” he ordered, driving into me with the force of a dark storm.
