Her keening and clenching muscles told him when she was on the verge. “No, no. I…I can’t. No more. Mmm, Kael…oh, God, don’t stop—“
Her babbling cut off abruptly as her orgasm stole her breath. Her thighs squeezed his face and her whole body thrashed. Kael supported her entire weight to insure the restraints didn’t harm her wrists or shoulders. But her ecstasy was glorious and unleashed a raw feeling of masculine pride in his chest. He devoured every bit of her release, relished her sweet taste, her complete submission to his will. And what he willed was her pleasure. Tonight. Forever.
When Shayla’s muscles quieted, her whole body sagged. Kael eased out from under her, rose and, with a quick flick of his wrist, removed the bonds. She collapsed against him, her movements so fluid someone seeing her might’ve thought her drunk.
“Shh, dear heart. I have you.”
She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. Competing reactions erupted. The gesture was sweet and comforting, and tugged at his heart. But the proximity of her mouth to his throat also spiked his arousal as it conjured imaginings of her opening her mouth, drinking.
Sucking in a breath that failed to calm, Kael lifted Shayla into his arms and gently laid her atop his tartan robes on the bed.
Shayla blinked her eyes open and found herself sprawled out on the bed. Her arm brushed something soft and comfortable, and she recalled Kael spreading out his robes. She stretched and fought the urge to curl up and snuggle into them. His scent lingered all around her. Kael.
She turned her head and found him. His hard body pressed against the length of her side. A light sheen of sweat covered his brow and his lips glistened with her juices and his saliva. A passing thought urged embarrassment, but she was too blissed-out to feel anything but gratitude and contentment, especially when he looked at her with such hunger.
Teasing, dragging fingers caressed her from throat to pubis. His voice was raspy. “Are you ready for more, Shayla? I don’t mean to rush you, but I—“
She reached out and pressed three fingers against his full lips. “Don’t even think of apologizing for needing me.”
He hitched an eyebrow and kissed her fingers, then pulled them away. “Was that a command, milady?”
She blushed. “Take it how you will.” She bit her bottom lip to restrain the smile threatening to erupt.
He growled. “What did I tell you about biting yourself?”
The tension in his voice and flashing gold behind his dilated eyes thrilled her and reawakened her body. “Well, someone ought to,” she whispered.
His mouth dropped open and she watched in awe as his fangs elongated. She squeaked as he easily pushed her further up on the bed and crawled between her thighs.
“Just someone, Shayla? Anyone?” He braced himself with one arm while his other hand rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds.
“You,” she breathed.
“Say it again,” he growled. His muscles trembled and his eyes nearly glowed.
Her heart thundered against her breastbone, deep need making her crave his body in hers. She almost couldn’t hold herself still the urge was so intense. “You. I’m yours.”
“Your body?” He pushed the thick head of his cock into her wet pussy and stilled.
She groaned and looked down between them. The erotic vision of his dick entering her body made her cunt clench. He bit out a curse in what sounded like ancient Gaelic. Her gaze flew to his. “My body is yours.”
“Yes.” He pushed in further and Shayla gasped at the incredible stretching and filling. “Your blood? Who can claim your blood?”
Shayla found it difficult to speak through her panting. “Only…you.”
His weight fell upon her and he braced himself on his elbows near her shoulders. One of his hands tangled in her braids and lifted her head up for a searing kiss. Finally he pulled away and trailed kisses to her ear. Under her hands, his taut muscles radiated leashed power. “Your virginity, Shayla, your womanhood,” he rasped.
“Yours,” she pleaded.
His body exploded in movement. He thrust his hips until he was fully seated within her. He threw his head back and roared in a sound that could only be described as ecstatic triumph, then as quickly dropped his face to her throat and buried his fangs deep within the yielding flesh of her neck.
Shayla was overwhelmed, awash in competing sensations. The speed of Kael’s actions surprised her and his pleasured shout drowned out her gasped whimper. She’d cried out as her body adjusted to his full presence, and then his bite seared her neck. But all of that seemed as if in a different lifetime, because the very first sucking pull of his mouth against her throat removed every bit of pain from her body.