She continued to moan as he thrust his fingers in a steady rhythm. But because her bonding scent was rich in his nostrils, he had to have more.
He took his fully erect cock in hand and positioned himself at her opening.
When he began to push, her body rolled and writhed once more. “I’ve needed this so much,” she said, her voice hoarse, rich with need. “I can’t seem to get enough of you these days.”
“It’s the breh-hedden.”
Again, she looked at him with a speculative expression as she’d done moments ago. “Rachel, what is it?”
She released a deep sigh. “I need you to bite me.”
When she turned her head, exposing her long pale throat, he forgot about everything else. Battling always made him hungry and as he curled his hips, driving into her between her legs, he dipped down to her neck and licked her throat.
Her warm, earthy scent brought a groan passing his lips while his fangs emerged. Angling himself, he bit in a quick strike and groaned once more as her blood hit his mouth.
As often happened when he drank from Rachel and when he made love to her at the same time, every vampire impulse that set the Upper Dimensions apart from Mortal Earth roared down on him. Pleasure flowed through his body, sending shivers over his heated skin.
She panted and moaned, uttering small cries that had his balls tightening. Nothing about his life was settled, not even where he lived or his relationship with Rachel. But making love with her and taking her life-force down his throat, made him feel more at home in his skin than at any other time before.
He sped up the movements of his hips and the push-pull of his cock. He sensed her pleasure rising to the pinnacle. I want to come with you this time, Rachel.
Yes, came back at him, a swift affirmative. Then, Faster.
Her blood powered him and as he suckled her vein, he sped up the drive of his cock, going vampire fast.
She let out a long keening cry as she began to come. His release swept through the hard length of his cock and he couldn’t help but draw back from her throat and roar into the woodlands. Pleasure streaked like lightning, intense and pure.
She continued to cry out, over and over until at last the wave passed and his own pleasure gave way to a whole lot of feel-good.
He stayed connected and though supporting his weight with his forearms, rested his abdomen against hers.
She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed, then smiled, then sighed again.
He kissed her on the lips, each cheek in turn, her forehead, her neck, reveling in her presence in his life.
So much had changed for him, but would it be enough to quiet the serpent for good?
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Rachel held Duncan’s face in her hands and leaned up from the quilt to kiss him on the lips. He returned the kiss, pressing her back down. He was still buried inside her, a sensation she couldn’t get enough of.
She’d wanted to tell him about the baby, but something within her held back so she went with it and kept her secret to herself.
She slid her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, wanting him to feel how much he meant to her. We’re on an extraordinary journey, aren’t we?
Yes, we are.
Even within her mind, his voice sounded deep and so masculine. They had an odd respite from the strange mission laid out for them, of finding the mythical place called Rapture’s Edge, before Yolanthe or her father.
But for now, beneath a star-laden night sky, deep in a side canyon, near a wooded stream, she held him tight. She would make the most of these stolen hours until Duncan received a new vision and the next part of their mission arrived.
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