Deepening the kiss as he laid them both back on the double-king-size bed, he leisurely explored each and every inch of her delectable mouth with his tongue, tracing the contours of the inside and all its warmth, as well as every crease of her pouty lips. He ripped open her thin black blouse, savoring the sound of each tiny ping as the buttons flew across the room; their room. He relished Tia’s gasp when he tore his mouth away from hers and bent his head to give each of her breasts the attention they deserved. He knew they didn’t have very much time to be alone, that there were much more important things they needed to tend to, but he was going to make the most out of every second so he could embed it all into his memory, just in case.
Bran loved it whenever Tia looked upon him in all his demonic glory, the way he was truly meant to be seen, the one he knew made her truly hot and wet so much more than his Bran persona ever could. He had become comfortable with making love to her in either form, but if he were being completely honest, this was the one he preferred to take her in. Not many knew she had gained even more strength by continuously sharing blood with her demon; her fangs were also longer and thicker than most vampires’, as well as her claws. And while he was in this form, Tia did not need to hold back or be careful. His leathery midnight skin could not only take whatever she could dish out, but relished it.
They were both all fangs and claws when it was just the two of them, and gentleness was blown to the wind. But this time it was different. Despite the urgency of the situation on the other side of the doors to their sleeping chamber, he took his time, savoring every touch, every lick, every bite, every scrape of claw on skin.
Seeing the spark of mischief in Tia’s eyes fizzle out as quickly as it had appeared, Bran realized she was beginning to clue in on to the fact something was off. So, without further ado, and without giving her the slightest bit of a chance to begin asking questions, he lifted her by her voluptuous hips and impaled her with the fourteen inches of his rock-hard, engorged length, all in one upward stroke. He grabbed Tia and pushed her hips all the way down until her juicy, smooth, bare ass was tight against his balls. He had wanted to take things nice and slow, though he would much rather take her hard and fast than not at all.
Just like most best-laid plans, his were going straight to his former home in a basket. Well, at least they weren’t going wrong in a bad way per se, just not what he had originally envisioned. And the presence that rubbed against his awareness getting ready to flash in was another he would deeply miss if things did indeed end up going south. Bran and Chandler had bonded deeply while putting the pieces of their then broken princess back together after the loss of her mother. Not that they would ever admit that fact out loud to anyone, even to themselves.
Their beautiful warrior had been completely devastated by the loss. Tia hadn’t even had the chance to forgive her mother for lying to her before the woman had given up her own life so Anya, a sister whom she barely even knew at the time, could live on. All of that along with not knowing what had happened to Grimm, only to find him in the damn near broken condition they had was just too much. Everything had come raining down on Tialanna in a hailstorm, including the attack from the man she’d grown up calling father. The demon had bonded with Chandler in a way he never had with any other male in existence. They were now in synch with each other not only on the battlefield, but also in the bedroom with their mate.
“Well isn’t this grand? The two of you shagging about while Grimm and I get to deal with the ruffians down below.” Chandler almost assumed his usual pose upon flashing into the bedchambers, with his arms crossed nonchalantly across his chest, looking like a punk version of a Michelangelo statue come to life, but then he seemed to think better of it and began stripping off his clothes once Tia shot him a hungry gaze. “Ah blast it, you know what those humans say, ‘if you can’t beat them join them,’ and I fancy I’ll do that.”
“I don’t recall either one of us asking for you—” That statement was cut off with a deep, guttural growl in pleasurable pain as Tia lifted up, then immediately ground down hard on her demon while raking her razor-sharp claws down his chest. “Damn, woman. I didn’t say he couldn’t join in, just that… Ahhhh Hade’s balls! Chandler, get your scrawny ass over here before she kills me.”
Tia threw her head back and laughed at the expression on her demon’s face. She knew the secret of the bond they shared with one another, but for the sake of both of their prides, she would never dare admit to it out loud. Tia’s laughter
