lip to keep from screaming his name.
Above her, her tree shivered, hard.
She smiled as she came down from the orgasm he’d tormented her into.
His brows rose. “Are you sure? I’d rather not find myself dead, you know.” He ran his fingers along her pussy. “However, if you’re of a mind to throw me down on the bench and have your wicked way with me, far be it from me to object.”
While she really wanted him inside her, the thought of being licked to death by her vampire had its own merits.
“Oh shit.” He’d darted down for another taste. He lingered over her clit, bringing her body back to shuddering life. She grabbed on to his hair once more. “Parker.
His eyes bled slowly to red as her vampire began feasting on her once more. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her, and she loved every fucking minute of it.
It took even longer this time to come, but when she did, the bench moved with the force of her orgasm. She shook, shimmied and damn near ripped her lover’s hair out. If she hadn’t been connected to her tree, she would have been on the verge of passing out, it was so fucking good.
When she’d caught her breath, she realized Parker was still playing with her pussy. He kept the need alive, touching and stroking, making her eager for one final round.
Amara sat up, ignoring Parker’s pout. She smiled. “Move the bench.” She showed him how she wanted it, nodding when he had it right. “Now lie down, head toward the tree. It’s my turn.”
Parker did as he was told, lying on his back; his dark curls brushed the bark, mixing with it perfectly. Amara slid over him, both hands resting on the tree, sinking inside, making that connection that would bind them all together for eternity. “Come inside, Parker.”
Parker took hold of her hips and guided her until his cock slid inside her, hard and throbbing and all hers.
“Love you, Parker. Forever.”
“Forever, love.” He began to move, thrusting into her in staccato bursts that did nothing but tantalize.
“You’re in the mood to tease me, huh?” Amara swiveled her hips. She rocked over him, her breasts dangling inches from his mouth, and watched his fangs descend. “Want a taste?”
He licked his lips, his gaze on her nipples.
“Go ahead. Take what you want. Take me.”
He buried his face between her breasts and groaned. She felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit into the fleshy part of her breast, sinking into her body and soul. He fed from her there, near her heart, and the sensation was more than she could bear. She came on a throaty moan, her head back, her muscles clenching tight around him. He felt so
He licked the wound closed, and she knew he hadn’t gotten enough, that he wasn’t done with her yet. “I told Rock you wouldn’t be in for a few days.”
“Oh?” Amara clenched her muscles, smiling when Parker flinched, his rhythm momentarily broken.
He toyed with her nipples and licked a drop of blood from his lip. “I don’t think you’ll want to go when you can barely walk.”
“Planning on draining me dry?”
He moved his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks wide. “I plan on filling you up.”
One of his fingers toyed with her anus.
“No problem.” Something flew through the air, and it was her turn to flinch. He held up the tube of lube. “Guess what else I got at the Sav-A-Lot besides vast quantities of canning jars?”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “I love a man who comes prepared.”
“How about a man who’s prepared to come?”
“Even better.”
“Do you trust me?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
He grinned, and the bottle snicked open. He was lubing up his fingers. “Keep fucking me, sweet.”
She began riding him again, the hot length of him gliding in and out of her. When she felt the press of his fingers in her ass, she opened up to him, letting him inside. She rode his cock and his fingers, feeling doubly full.
“Come down here, love.” Parker eyed her throat, and she knew it was time, knew they would finish it now. She doubted Parker had any clue what was going to happen next. She’d found the courage to ask one of the town’s bonded dryads what to do, and the woman had given her an earful.
Above her, leaves rustled, limbs quivered and her tree prepared itself for not one, but two souls.
She bent over him, offering her neck, her love, her life. He bit down, drinking deep of all she gave him, giving his back to her, filling her with his cock, his seed and a love that would never die.
The tree struck just as the orgasm ripped through them, using their joined bodies to take Parker in, make him theirs, sharing in their pleasure, their love. It was so intense Amara’s vision turned black.
They screamed as they came.
Parker lifted his head off the bench and wasn’t surprised to find Amara draped bonelessly over him. He felt the heartbeat of the tree behind him, slow and steady. “Fuck me.”
“Too late. Been there, done that, tore through the T-shirt.”
He snorted. She was barely awake, the words scarcely audible against his skin, but she managed to be a smart-ass. “What the bloody hell was that?”
“I told you we’d take you, make you ours.”
He flexed his ass, accidentally jostling her. “Do I have splinters?”
She sighed.
“You’ll have to check for me. I can’t picture myself in the bathroom, hand mirror at the ready, checking out my ass. I mean, I’m pretty, but I’m not
“Parker.”
“Well, I’ve never been fucked by a tree before.” He sniffed. “I didn’t think the splinters in strange places threat was meant
She giggled.
“And no way in hell am I asking Brian to check it out for me. He might get ideas. Then Greg might get ideas, and where would that leave you?”
She smacked his chest, hard.
“Ow.”
“Would you shut up and let me bask in the afterglow?”
Parker chuckled and closed his eyes. He ran his hands down her soft skin. Nothing, not even his lame jokes, could take her away from him. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” A kiss brushed his nipple.
Parker opened his eyes and smiled up into the branches of Amara’s tree. He felt the tree’s approval, knew it had shared in their love for each other. Strangely enough, he wasn’t freaked by this. Maybe if he’d met Amara before the curse, he would have been less open to the possibility. He’d never know, and he wouldn’t change a thing.
His gaze drifted over Amara’s—soon to be their—house. He scowled. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Brian and Greg.”
“What about them?”
“They broke out the popcorn.”
It took her a second to realize what he meant, but all of a sudden he found himself alone, naked under a tree, sans his warm and cuddly dryad. From inside the house, the sounds of screeching and thrown crockery told their
