His hands cupped her rounded butt and pulled her closer. He groaned at the feel of her soft womanly curves through his clothes.
With her hands on his chest, she pulled back. “I want to see you naked.”
He watched her unbuttoned his shirt one delicious centimeter at the time. Gosh, she was killing him softly. She threw his shirt to the floor, then her eager fingers traced the rippling contours of his sculptured chest. Followed by her mouth. Tasting. Teasing. She suckled his nipples, taunted them with swirling motions from her tongue. He closed his eyes. His breath came in short ragged gasps. With every nip, every kiss, she was pushing him closer to the edge.
With a groan, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back. At the look of confusion on her flush face, he chuckled. “I think I’m the one who should be doing that.”
His mouth found her taunt nipples and sucked them hard, lavishing his attention equally to both. She arched her back and thrust her breasts fully into his mouth. Her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer. He nipped and sucked them, enjoying the feel of such tender, sensitive flesh.
Then he left a trail of heated kisses as he made his way from her breasts to her mound. Instinctively she parted her legs, and he could see her rosy, swollen clit glittering wet. He breathed deeply the spicy aroma of her juices that permeated the very air he breathed. Like a man dying of thirst, he bent down and licked her from the backhole to her clit in one stroke. She moaned louder and pushed her hips into his mouth. Grounding her hips, he lapped her juices with leisure strokes of his tongue. Oh Great Gods. He’d never tasted something so exquisite before.
He fastened his mouth on her clit and sucked the now erect nub greedily, building her pleasure. His body shook with his own need.
“Draken, I need more. Please.”
When she went for his pants, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t bother.” Magickally his pants disappeared, leaving his erection to her full appraisal.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.” He positioned himself between her legs and braced his arms on either side of her head. His dick stood poised at the entrance of her pussy, then with a little move of his hips, its tip nudge into it. She gasped, her eyes widened. Sweat broke out of his skin as he pushed his cock inside her tight, wet pussy, an agonizing inch at the time. Filling her until it was sheathed up to his balls. She fit perfectly.
“Draken.” The way she said his name made him weak. He gazed into those mesmerizing jade eyes aglow with passion. He knew his glowed too.
“Please,” she whispered.
One word it was all it took. He began to move. A slow tempo at first. Restraining his desire to wildly pump his cock inside her. Making sure she savored the feel of him. Yet it was torturing him. She wrapped her legs over his hips and arched against him, silently urging him to go faster. Without hesitation, he sucked in his breath and plunged deeper and harder. Her nails dug into his back, her teeth bit at his neck. The erotic sensation drove him further to the edge, and he became primal. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, moans, and grunts filled the room. His senses drowned in the scent of woman, sex, and earth. Her lips were so close he felt her breath like a caress in his ear as she repeated his name like a holy prayer with every thrust.
Her pussy squeezed his cock. He felt every contraction to his very soul. A soul he knew he didn’t have. He felt the tension coiling inside of her growing until she exploded. She screamed his name and arched against him. At the same time, warmth spread over him. Silvery-blue dots of lights danced before him. He plunged one last time, then held himself still, shuddered, and collapsed on top of her.
****
Lara lay next to Draken with no strength left after the last love-making session. If someone would have told her that someday she’d spend a delicious night of pure ecstasy with a Sentinel, she’d have laughed. Yet here she was, sleeping with the enemy. His arm draped possessively over her slender waist, making her feel protected and cared for.
A faint trace of pink colored the sky. She lifted her head and looked down at his sleeping form. His features were relaxed, his obsidian hair tousled. His beauty took her breath.
Biting her lip in curiosity, she splayed her hand over his chest. His heart beat to the same rhythm as hers. As one heart.
Mates.
Her lifemate — the one whose heart match hers — was a Sentinel. She couldn’t help a tremor of apprehension at the prospect.
“I should be afraid of you,” she whispered.
He slowly opened his eyes and gave her his most sensual smile. “Why?”
“You’re a Sentinel. You kill our kind.”
His eyes scorched her as he stared at her. “Is that what you think I am, Lara? An assassin?”
“No.” The word rushed out of her as memories of their love-making flashed in her mind. He’d been demanding, but gentle. But that image conflicted with everything she’d been taught about Sentinels. She shook her head as she tried to reconcile the caring lover with the warrior she knew lurked inside him. “I... ah... It’s just that... well... The Alpha-Elders teach us that Sentinels will slaughter us without mercy if they find us.”
“I see.” He brushed a lock from her face, and that simple contact made her shiver. “As a Sentinel, I keep watch over the night creatures. That was what I was created for.”
Her heart sank. “So you’re the executioner of shapeshifters.”
“And vampires, werewolves, and any other being that might shed the blood of innocent humans and threaten the delicate balance of life upon Earth. Believe me, I’ve never taken a life that didn’t deserve it.”
“But you think I’m one of them. Another threat.”
“Never, my life.” He pulled her down and he brushed his lips over hers. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were different.”
“Draken? H-how did you find me?”
“I was doing my nightly rounds when I heard a commotion coming from the alley. I peered over and saw the fight from the rooftop.”
“What?” Surprise shot through her, quickly replaced by indignation. “You mean to tell me you saw the whole damn thing and didn’t do anything to stop it?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Fights are common practice among your kind.”
“It’s a barbaric practice.” Her grandfather, who had risen when her parents died in the fire, had said so repetitively.
“Even in the wild animals fight.”
She lifted her chin, a defiant glint in her eyes. “We’re not animals. We are civilized beings. Just because we can turn into animal form doesn’t mean we have to behave like a pack of rabid wolves fighting over a bone.”
He grinned, and she punched his shoulder. “What is so funny?”
“You remind me of a young white wolf with blue eyes I met many years ago.”
“You knew my grandfather,” she whispered, surprise lacing her voice. Blue-eyed wolves were extremely rare among shapeshifters. They commonly had hazel or light brown eyes when they change into wolves. Her grandfather had been one of the few known capable of keeping his blue eyes even in his wolf form.
He nodded. “He refused to fight a group of Alphas for the leader position. He was a brave man. He never allowed the animal within guide his life.”
“Nor do I.”
“That’s why you refused the mate challenge.”
She nodded. “I promised myself a long time ago that I’ll only mate with the one that love me for who I am.”
“And have you found him?”
Yes. She lowered her gaze and bit her lower lip. “Maybe.”
His finger lifted her chin, and his gaze leveled with hers. “The black night has been my sole companion all these centuries. I don’t want it anymore, Lara. Would you stay with me?”
Her heart leaped at the prospect. She contemplated the sheer enormity of what he was asking. Fear mixed with the tantalizing possibilities. Could she actually go through with this? She searched his eyes, and she could see his love shinning through them. She
couldn’t deny anymore what was locked in her heart.
“Yes,” she answered undaunted.
“Are you sure you accept this soulless creature to be your mate?”
She kissed the tip of his nose. “You’re not soulless, Draken.”
“Sentinels are created without souls.”
With a frown creasing her brow, she titled her head. “Then where is your silver aura coming from?”
“Aura? It can’t be.”
Seeing the confusion in his eyes, she took his hand in hers. “Can you see the faint silvery-blue glow?” she asked as she traced the contour of his fingers.
Emotions played on his face. He threw his head back and laughed. The sound of his laughter was like soft music to her. He wrapped her in his arms and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For loving me. For giving me a soul.”
THE END
Bio
Tempest Knight writes paranormal and fantasy erotic romance. Her interest in swords and daggers (and anything medieval), folklore, ghosts, mythology, runes, and tarot led her to a fascination with anything related to paranormal and fantasy things.
But living in Puerto Rico, also known as the Island of Enchantment, has held a magic that bespells the author’s imagination. The turquoise waters of the Caribbean Sea. The hot breeze blowing from the East, gently caressing the skin. The sensual rhythms of the island’s music. It all evokes erotic visions which stir the author’s mind.
So nowadays she can be found strolling along the beach under a full moon while plotting her next story, or sitting on the veranda as the sound of the soft tropical rain falling on the leaves rouse her fantasies.
Links:
http://www.tempestknight.com/
http://www.myspace.com/tempestknight
http://midnightmooncafe.blogspot.com/
Books:
Enduring Promise
Blurb:
Before Armand died by the hands of a vampire-hunting mob, he vowed Giselle Dubois he’d find a way to return to her on All Hallows' Eve. But after three centuries of waiting, her hopes have vanished, and feeling lonely, she is about to walk into the sunlight and end her life on All Hallows' Eve.
Until Armand wanders into Giselle's house. Except now he’s now thirty-five-year-old photographer Evan Harris. And he doesn’t remember her. She must awake his memories before dawn, using every single sensual means at her disposal. But would he be the same Armand she knew and loved?
For an excerpt go to:
http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/enduringpromise.htm
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