A Vampire's Embrace (Blood Rose Time Travel 2)

She glanced around, probably checking to see if anyone was nearby. He was surprised when a flow of red mist began to rise and eventually covered the entire area surrounding the oak tree.

Apparently satisfied with the level of privacy she’d created, she slid her top up and over her head.

“You made mist.”

She kicked off her shoes, though she levitated to keep her bare feet safe. “Vojalie taught me. She said mist would be important.” Her lips curved. “Right now, I’d say it is.”

He marveled at her level of power, which sent a whole new layer of excitement coursing through his blood.

Her cheeks were flushed as she lifted up from taking her jeans off. She stood in a red thong and a lacy, low-cut red bra. His lips parted. Her long, curly black hair hung over her shoulders and down her arms, framing her creamy skin.

She moved in close and tugged his tank out of his leathers. She lifted the shirt exposing his abs and his pecs. She stopped there. “Sweet Goddess, you’re built.”

When she leaned down and rimmed his nipples with her tongue, his hand fell to the nape of her neck. This was Holly, the professor’s daughter who had healed him. He’d always thought of her as uptight. Didn’t look like it from where he stood.

With one hand, she held the shirt up. With her free hand, she pushed at the side of his pec until her mouth took in as much muscle as she could get. When she began to suck, a groan left his mouth that reverberated into the heavens.

His erection hurt him in leathers that were now way too tight. But he hardly cared because damn if this wasn’t one of his fantasies come to life.

From the time Holly had healed him after he took Stone’s beating, he’d thought about her just like this, here, under the oak tree he’d climbed as a boy. More than once, he’d awakened from a dream in which he’d done a whole lot of things to Holly that he shouldn’t have even been thinking about.

But here she was, almost naked and feeling him up like maybe she’d had a few fantasies of her own.

Needing to move things along, he drew back and got rid of his shirt, then went to work on his leather boots. His gaze became fixed to her cleavage. She had beautiful breasts.

A few seconds more and he was buck naked. He would have grabbed her and gotten things started, but he realized she was checking him out.

He wanted her looking.

He grew very still as he watched her eyes widen at crotch level. He took his cock in hand to support his arousal and let her get a good look.

When he thumbed the tip, she gasped softly and moved in closer. She bent down and reached for her jeans. He wasn’t certain why, until she dropped to her knees in front of him on the soft denim. The ground beneath the oak was littered with twigs and acorns.

Then she took him in her mouth.

Rez did not expect this. Nothing about what was happening seemed like the woman he’d known in Millerell. She’d healed him then they’d argued. He’d known she’d been into him even then. But she didn’t hesitate to tear apart his life choices. He’d set it down to her relative youth, though he’d also made his own assessment: Uptight, critical, no fun at all.

How wrong he’d been about her.

She used her hand to slowly stroke the length of his cock, a soft touch that tightened his balls. She licked the head in long, wet swipes, then sucked. She did this over and over until his hips began to thrust.

He needed to call a halt. “Holly.” His voice came out rough.

She must have understood his dilemma, because she rose to her feet, her eyes hooded. “You need something else, Mastyr?”

She picked up her mass of hair, twisted it in her hands then tossed it onto her back. The woman had a lot of beautiful, thick hair. She arched her neck, exposing her white throat. He groaned. She’d made room for his fangs.

Sweet Goddess and all the elf-lords in hell.

He stepped up to her, his cock pressed against her lower abdomen. He hooked the narrow band of her thong with a thumb on each side.

She settled her hands on his shoulders. “Rip it off me.”

Who was this woman?

He knew the strength of the elastic and stitching of a thong and he didn’t want to hurt her. But damn, he wanted to rip it to pieces.

He shifted just enough to grab one side with both hands, got a good grip, then twisted and pulled. He was a strong man and the scrap of fabric gave way.