I was in there, inside of him. That realization hit me.
It shocked me.
No one’s been in your head, have they?
His eyelids started to drop, but at my voice, his gaze shot back to mine. I saw his alarm, but I also felt it too.
I was right. I was in there, and no one had been in there.
You are indeed more powerful than I thought.
Please, a whispered plea in my head. It came from deep within me, but again, I didn’t know what I was asking for. It felt stronger, more focused, more important. It wasn’t sexual and it wasn’t hungry. There was more happening here, and none of it was making sense to me.
So many emotions and vibrations were swimming around us in the back of his vehicle.
A break inside of him. A small crack, and I felt some of his resistance crumble.
I slipped inside, and he was there, waiting for me.
He wrapped me up, holding me in the air.
Our bodies were across from each other in his vehicle. I was still on my side, and he was frozen on his end, but our creatures were meeting each other in the unseen. I wasn’t in his head, but I was inside of him. Somehow.
He was staring at me, his eyes dark with sensual promises as he enveloped me.
He closed his eyes. So did I, and we were both in our creatures.
His power was a strong beat of a drum, echoing around us and filling us both.
This was what I had been asking for, to be sated by his power.
All I had to do was be there, and I was basking in it. We both were, but his head lifted. His gaze found me. An awareness settled between us, pulling us both to each other as if we were on opposite ends of a rope.
We came together, and as his power kept beating around us, spreading out in echoed ripples, he lowered his mouth to my neck. I moved my head aside, giving him better access, and his tongue touched my skin. A taste. I jumped from the sensations.
Another lingering taste.
My body leaned into his.
He was holding me to him.
His hands splaying down over my hips, keeping me anchored in place, and he continued tasting my throat.
A low rumble began from inside of him.
Its sound came from deep in the earth, from beneath us. I felt the ground move from the sound of it, and I knew that was his beast. He was waking.
My hands came to his chest, my fingers splayed out. His heartbeat was there, in perfect rhythm from the beat spreading around us.
That rumbling sensation from beneath us grew stronger, more insistent.
His mouth moved more insistently over me, moving to the base of my neck and he explored down. Down. Between my breasts.
I arched backwards, my head falling back. I was almost helpless to his hold. He could’ve done anything to me, and I would’ve ached for more. Always more.
He tilted me in his arms, moving me to the side as one of his hands found my center and I gasped as he moved inside of me, filling me.
My throbbing ache began its own drumbeat of sound. His. Mine, but smaller.
His. Mine, but smaller.
He moved inside of me, thrusting in the same staccato as our beats, and all the while the ground kept moving.
I felt that beast moving under the surface, moving. Gliding. It was looking for an opening, and he was going to rise.
Kieran clamped down on a growl, his arms holding me tight, as he dug deeper into me and he moved faster, at a more insistent pace. His mouth moved back up my chest, my throat, my jawline, over my cheek, to my ear, and he breathed there.
“Come for me.”
It was a guttural command in my ear, and I gritted my teeth, holding on as the sensations were building higher and higher.
Another impatient growl from him as the earth’s shaking became more and more, almost nonstop. He bit out a curse word before moving, and his mouth clamped down on me, his fingers moving inside of me still.
I exploded, hurdling over the edge, and my entire body came undone in his arms.
He was panting over me, but the earth’s surface was still. The beast was settling back down.
He hadn’t wanted him to rise up. The power of that feat alone was mind-numbing.
Slowly, and reluctantly, our creature’s energies separated.
She was filled so she settled back inside of me, and that’s when I opened my eyes, seeing him staring at me with such carnal need that I started to rise. I was going to go over to him.
“Don’t!”
His eyes burned at me.
He needed a release, I could feel it from him.
“Don’t touch me.”
Well, then.
I didn’t touch him.
10
Quesadilla
“I can feel her.”
I could only handle two minutes of silence. It felt like twenty.
Kieran expelled a ragged and annoyed-sounding breath of air. “Are you shitting me?”
I peered at him, almost squinting. “That’s very progressive of you, Mr. Dire Straits and I Speak Like I’m Centuries Old Sire.”
He snorted. “I am centuries old. You’re a child to me.”
“Please.” My stomach rolled over. “You’ll only cheapen our relationship with that mindset.”
A curse from him, and he raked a hand through his hair. “We don’t have a relationship.”
“You woke my creature. We’ll always have a relationship.”
There was a beep, and he raised his hand to touch a button. As he did, I caught his slight grin. It was small, but there. And why that made me feel good, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know.
“Yes?”
The driver said through the intercom, “We’ve arrived.”
“Thank you.”
“Where are we?” The vehicle was slowing, turning onto a rough driveway. I could see gates opening, then we were going through and past tall pillars. There were vampires—well, not actual vampires, but marble ones—guarding the gate, and all of them watched our vehicle pull past them.
“We’re here to
