Eternal Sin

was so warm.

Her hands found his hair and tangled in the dark strands, the pads of her fingers massaging his scalp. Syn turned and nuzzled her belly. He gently lifted her tank and pressed a kiss to her skin, then dropped his head and kissed down the side of her swell, over her hipbone.

He growled, his nostrils flaring. “I scent your heat, Petra,” he whispered against her skin. “I want it.”

She shifted in his hands, her body and her breathing unsteady.

He lapped at her hipbone with his tongue, then started pulling down her pajama bottoms.

She moaned, her fingers digging deeper into his scalp as he eased the black silk down to her knees.

“I’m so thirsty, love.” He gazed at the beautiful wet pussy that was nearly at eye level as he sat on his piano bench.

“Syn . . .”

The whisper of his name made his cock stir. “I can’t drink your blood, love. But I can lick your cream.”

“Oh, gods,” she cried softly.

“Tell me yes, Petra.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

As his head bent, his hands went around to cup her ass. With his first lick, his first taste, blood surged into his cock. He’d never had anything on his tongue that compared to this, to her, and he realized in that moment that no matter how long he feasted at her spectacular cunt, he’d never be satiated.

He wanted her for life.

Growling away the thought, he slipped one hand down the curve of her ass and up again, finding her wet sheath. Flicking his tongue lightly over her clit, he eased two fingers up inside her.

Her deep-throated groan matched his own.

Ruddy hell, she was so tight, so drenched in cream.

His dick begged to be let out, released, so it could find and capture and bury itself in the hot, fist-tight cage it desired so intensely. His emotions were gone, or so he’d thought, but this . . . fuck, this connection he had with her—this connection he’d had since she’d saved his sorry ass—was never going to recede.

And he didn’t think he wanted it to.

Her hips were moving now, swinging, bucking against his mouth. It was all Syn could do to keep his face planted in her sex, his tongue swirling on her clit and his fingers fucking her deep. The room no longer felt cold. In fact, it was blistering with heat and sweat, groans and heavy breathing, and Syn wanted to rip his clothes off and feel her skin to skin again.

His eyes closed as he pressed his tongue against her clit, moving his head up and down. On the backs of his eyelids he saw them, the two of them, in the strange, beautiful, tree house bathroom, his body over hers, her eyes on him, his cock thrust so deep he’d nearly lost his mind.

She ripped her fingers from his hair then and gripped his shoulders for support. He could feel the heat gathering within her, her slick, honey walls clamping around his fingers as he pumped. She was going to climax. And when she did, he was going to drink her down.

Not her blood.

But her sweet come.

With a growl of hunger, he consumed her, his tongue moving through her wet slit, then circling. He eased a third finger inside her and started fucking her fast and deep. Her head fell back and she began to shake.

“Oh, gods, yes!” she cried, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

Syn left her ass and looped his arm around her waist to hold her in place. Then his lips covered her clit and while he suckled, while he coaxed the hot bud to swell against his tongue, his fingers thrust up into her cunt and remained.

Petra gasped for air, her knees buckling.

Inside her sex, Syn flicked the pads of his fingers, hard and quick, back and forth, until he heard her cry out, felt the walls around him shudder and go slick. Then he pulled out of her and thrust his tongue inside.

She came hard, bucking and writhing, cream pouring out of her cunt and down Synjon’s greedy throat.

16

Petra felt boneless and worked over, and when Synjon picked her up in his arms for the second time that night and carried her off, she didn’t argue or question. She just curled into his chest and breathed deeply of his amazing scent.

She wanted to chastise herself for allowing him to touch her, but she felt too weak, both in body and in spirit. Dani was a hundred percent right about her. She was falling in love with this paven, and if he wanted to touch her, kiss her, or rub her belly and watch their balas move against his palm, she would let him.

She wasn’t sure if that made her weak or honest, but right then she didn’t care.

The air inside her room felt cold, and when he placed her back in bed, she thought very seriously about asking him to stay. Maybe curl up behind her, drape his arm over her belly, and fall asleep against the back of her neck.

But his expression stopped her.

Or his lack of expression. Once again he looked utterly impassive, from his mouth to his eyes.

Had this meant nothing to him? she wondered. Was it physical desire only?

And then he did the strangest thing. He gathered the blanket at her feet and pulled it over her, all the way to her chin. The gesture was so odd for someone who had no emotion.

“The pain?” he asked.

“Gone,” she whispered.

His eyes softened with relief, and he leaned down and kissed her, a kiss so soft and gentle and sweet it nearly broke Petra’s heart.

“Sleep,” he said, walking out of the room. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Again, he left the door ajar, and for the second time that night, Petra curled up with her pillow. This time she fell asleep within seconds.

* * *

Phane climbed the steps of the small mountain house he and Helo were going to stay in while they were in the Rain Forest. It had been chosen for them. Phane wasn’t sure who had selected it, but it looked pretty damn good from the outside. It was centrally located and had a river for Helo to swim in, as well as easy access to the sky and a perch for Phane.

He pushed the door open and went inside. The place was a total pit, but he hardly cared. He was beat and hungry. They’d been flying for hours, combing every inch of the Rain Forest looking for Cruen. Coming up with a whole lot of nothing. That bastard paven was slicker than a rattlesnake dipped in oil.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Dani, who had done the escorting-him-home bit, and who Phane was pretty sure wanted to be elsewhere. “I’ll try, but this place makes it hard, you know?” He grinned. “It’s paradise.”

Her eyes widened innocently. “It was the only free house we had available.”

“I’m sure.”

Her mouth twitched with amusement. He bet she liked making males squirm. It was one of the many reasons he found her so freaking hot.

“So, bird-slash–blood boy,” she said, moving past him and into the wreck of a living room, “how long do you and your brother plan on staying?”

“That’s undetermined.”

“What fun for us.”

“With Syn’s information about the Order’s potential threat, we don’t want to leave the Rain Forest unprotected.”