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

She was so beautiful with her large hazel eyes and thick black lashes. Her geranium scent floated all around him now, teasing his senses. She’d made a new portion of blood for him. How strange that the longer he was with her, the more he tuned into her. He could feel an unusual resolve in her as well, something that hadn’t existed until now. But resolved to do what?

She released his shoulders but grabbed the lapels of his coat. “Would you make love to me, right now, Rez? It would mean a lot.”

He was in dangerous water. He could feel something from the depths pulling at him, coaxing him. “No promises.”

She shook her head slowly. There it was again, a profound resolve.

In a moment of clarity, he understood. She’d accepted who he was and after tonight, she would move on. As a blood rose, she didn’t have a choice. She would have to choose a mate, or the wrong mastyr could force a bond.

It was the thought of any other mastyr vampire so much as touching Holly that sent him over the edge. He pulled her close once more and kissed her. Hard.

For this moment, he would possess her fully, nothing held back, his own form of resolve. He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.

The next minute became a tangled process of getting her clothes and jewelry off while kissing and fondling. His boots became his biggest issue since he couldn’t stop suckling her breasts. She wasn't helping. She kept moaning and pushing his head against her chest.

He gave in and with his pants half down his ass and his boots still on, he pushed her back on the bed and devoured her body. He teased and licked her nipples until she was panting and arching off the bed. He massaged her sex then slid two fingers inside and set up a quick rhythm. He added a vibration to his hand that had her crying out in harsh gasps. “Rez! Sweet Goddess.”

A heavy moan followed and he felt her sex pulsing on his fingers. He sustained the quick drive of his hand until she began to ease down on the bed, her eyelids closed.

“That was good.” Her words came out breathy. “But I’m not done with you. Maybe you’d better get your pants off.”

He took his time. He was so hard and the zipper of his leathers had a few sharp teeth he needed to avoid.

He shoved his pants to his knees, turned around and sat down on the bed. He leaned over and worked his boots off.

He felt movement on the bed. But he was still surprised when Holly came up behind him. She pushed his hair away from his neck and moved in.

He’d forgotten about her fangs.

He groaned as she began to lick his neck. Her voice pierced his head. I’m going to bite you, just like this, from behind.

Was this Holly? The professor’s daughter?

She was so much more than he would have ever believed.

He sat very still and let her adjust and readjust as she tested the angle, and finally slid her arm across his chest. She held him steady as she nipped his throat.

A jolt of pure pleasure ran in a streak from his neck to his cock. He had a rocket in his lap.

When she began to drink, he put a hand on his cock and began to stroke.

But she wouldn’t have it. She pushed his fist away and with her free hand caressed him. Her body rubbed up against his back, her fingers teased him, and the whole time she sucked on his neck.

He closed his eyes and gave himself to the sheer pleasure of the experience, of this woman touching him, drinking from him, enjoying his body.

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Holly shuddered as Rez’s life-force filled her mouth. Every nerve in her body was alive with pleasure.

She needed this time with him, but it felt like a farewell. In some ways, she’d already moved on. She wasn’t the same woman as the fae who had healed Rez in Millerell two months ago.

She was a time-pather and a blood rose. She had a new calling, one she had finally embraced.

But Rez was the man she wanted with the eucalyptus and thyme flavor of his blood in her mouth. The fire of all that he was streamed down her throat and into her stomach. With every swallow, new power came to her and an even stronger resolve. She knew who and what she was. Maybe Rez couldn’t travel this path with her, but she was okay with whatever he needed to do.

She’d always tried to control every aspect of her life, but that was impossible. Yet, she had lived with an undercurrent of rebellion. She bought merchandise from the black market. Truthfully, she loved that a part of her had always insisted she not live her life so rigidly. She couldn’t have had her present flexibility without a small rebellion living inside her.

When Rez groaned and grew tense, she took her hand away from his cock and licked the wounds at his neck to seal them. She kissed each puncture then sent a soft stream of healing to close them up for good.