Shadow's Claim

The two of them were a part of this storm, a part of this wild shelter.

And his female was awaiting his next move, studying him with wide, shimmering eyes.

“Do you know what I plan to do to you, Bett?”

She swallowed. “K-kiss my breasts?”

“Would you like me to?” She nodded eagerly. “Then lie back.”

When she reclined across the furs, he moved over her, leaning down to lick moisture from her delicate collarbone down to the curves of her breasts. Two pouting nipples taunted him. Which to suckle first?

He groaned as he closed his lips over one, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the other. With his tongue, he flicked fast and hard. With his thumb, he rubbed so slowly.

She arched her back for more. “Ah, Daciano, what are you doing to me?”

Anything I can—up to a point. Hard and fast. Lazily back and forth. Then he switched mouth and hand.

When her head began to thrash, he left two throbbing nipples in his wake and started kissing down her flat belly.

By the time he reached her navel, she was shaking with need. But she raised herself up on her elbows. “Daciano? Wait.”

“Do not stop me, Bett.” His voice was a growl. “You know what I want.”

“But your fangs?”

“I can control them.”

“Are you sure? I-I don’t want you to bite me.”

“I won’t take your blood again. Not until it’s given.” He stroked his palms up from her knees. “Do you trust me?” he asked her with a wet lick just above her curls.

“I do. I really do.”

“Then part your thighs, dragă.”

At length, she lay back, gripping the furs in her fists.

Am I to have this prize?

Though a furious blush suffused her skin, she slowly began spreading her knees. His heart twisted in his chest at this show of trust from his Bride.

Gods, yes, he would survive tomorrow!

He would live to know the full power of her desire. He’d live to claim his stunning female, to master her body with his own, to win her eternally—

She bared her succulent sex; his body reacted with an animalistic frenzy, his lusts raging.

His mouth watered for her pink, glistening folds, for the shadowy little dip of her opening. He wanted to fall upon her, devour her. His fangs ached to prick her; he’d suck on her welling flesh. His cock surged, desperate to sink into her virgin core.

When he took her luscious scent into him, he felt the beginning tremors in the base of his shaft, seed rising against his will.

About to spill? Before I’m even to kiss?

He somehow restrained himself. In an unrecognizable voice, he repeated what he’d told her the first night he’d found her: “I’ve had a sample of your taste, dragă mea. Now I feast. . . .”

She peeked her head up, worrying her lip. “Daciano?”

But he’d already lowered his head. When he opened his mouth and pressed it to her sex, she gasped. With his first hungry lick of her heat, he groaned, “A mea! Dulcea mea.” Mine! My sweet.

She collapsed back with a moan of delight. “Yes, vampire, yes. . . .”

Her taste was indescribable; her essence was like a current ripping through him—tightening every muscle in his body, enlivening every dancing nerve.

Even as he tongued her with abandon, he somehow kept his fangs in check. Even when he opened his mouth wide to cover her, he didn’t graze her tender flesh.

So long I’ve waited for this. He gazed up to see her reaction. Arms stretched over her head, she arched her back. Her breasts moved sensuously, her puckered nipples jutting toward the folly roof.

She’s in love with this kiss between us, as much as I am.

Still on his knees, he rubbed his hands up her torso, possessively fondling her damp breasts, pinning them under his palms. He licked her even harder, dipping his tongue to her opening to gather wetness, then laving her clitoris with it.

My Bride, my prize, my feast.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and rocked to his tongue. “Harder, vampire,” she breathed, gone wanton with need. “Deeper.”

“Bett!” He couldn’t give her what she needed, couldn’t penetrate her body in any way. Not with his fingers, his fangs, his cock. Frustration seized him—I want to be so deep in you, fucking you so hard! His hips instinctively thrust, but his shaft found no softness to sink into.

“Trehan,” she moaned. “Please, I-I need . . .”

With a growl, he surrendered his grip on her breasts and clutched the backs of her thighs, trapping her knees wide to get deeper with his tongue.

“Oh, my gods, yes!” Her broken cries sounded awed: “Never felt . . . it’s so strong . . . you make me feel . . .”

Her trembling thighs pressed against the sides of his face as her flesh began to quiver. On the very edge, she gripped the back of his head, undulating her hips up—as she tugged him down.

* * *

Even in the throes, Bettina knew that this secreted place on her body—a place no other male had ever touched—was now his.

He’d claimed it with his tongue, with his lips, with his harsh growls. And she’d surrendered it fully.

Was the vampire rasping words to her between each lick? “Tell me you’ll let me . . . do anything to you!”

His fingers tightened on her thighs, urging her to answer.

“I . . . I . . .” She couldn’t think. Why wouldn’t she let him do anything—if it felt like this? Did he mean sex? Can’t think.

Why were those words so important to him?

All she knew for certain was that she needed to dig her nails into his muscular back, to lick his skin, to grind into his kiss—

Ah, gods, his wicked tongue was everywhere. “Oh, vampire, don’t stop. . . .”

As she neared her peak, pleasure dancing within reach, her mind could generate no other thought: “Coming!”

An instant later, ecstasy overwhelmed her. Scorching and boundless, it coursed through every inch of her. Back arching, she flung her arms wide—and screamed.

A fierce groan broke from his chest as he bore down on her with his mouth. Though her orgasm ebbed, he licked her even more greedily. Sounding frenzied, he delved right at the entrance to her sex, where her sheath was still spasming. Could he taste her?

Too much! Writhing beneath the iron grip of his hands on her thighs, wriggling from the lashes of his tongue, she pleaded, “Oh, stop!”

He didn’t; he took her clitoris between his lips. And gently sucked.

“Ah!” Lost again.

Rippling waves inundated her. Helplessly, she surrendered to them . . . just let them come and come. . . .

Once her second release subsided, he finally began kissing up her body, rasping something in Dacian, something that sounded like a promise—or a threat. She didn’t recognize the words, but she recognized the So help me . . . tone.

“Soon, Bett.” She thought he grated, “As deep and hard as you need