Crimson Highlander (Onyx Assassins 2)

The loveseat was too dangerous, too tempting, so I sat Valor on the edge of the small bar, bringing her to my eye level.

“How?” She looked around quickly, then shook her head with a smile. “You were here when it was built.” Then her mouth was melded with mine again, and the rest of the world disappeared.

I tugged her to the edge of the bar, and she gasped as the ridge of my cock rubbed against the seam of her silk shorts. Instead of pulling away, she kissed me deeper, locking her ankles behind my back blatantly rolling her hips over mine.

“Fuck,” I groaned, nipping at her bottom lip before kissing the edge of her jaw. Her scent roared through me, a mix of excitement and arousal that had me harder than the stone this place was built with.

“Lachlan.” She arched her neck, exposing her throat, and my mouth watered.

The instinct to bite, to sink my fangs into her tender flesh and taste her very life force, beat at me relentlessly, but I shoved it aside and sucked gently at her throat, licking and kissing a path downward.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands in my hair, her pulse quickening against my lips.

“You like that,” I said against her skin, filing the knowledge away.

“Your mouth…” Her head rolled back, and she sighed as I grazed my fangs down her skin, breathing her in.

A low laugh rumbled through my chest. “If you were in a dress, my mouth would already be here.” I palmed her pussy through her shorts, and she gasped. “Licking, sucking, fucking you with my tongue until you were screaming my name.”

“Lachlan.” She melted, her surrender sending lightning down my spine.

“But I guess you’ll have to settle for this.” I pressed the heel of my hand against the top of her cleft and rubbed. “And this.” My other hand slid into the bodice of her dress and lifted her breast from its confines. Her nipple hardened in the air, the soft pink color beckoning my mouth. “Fucking beautiful.” Then I was done speaking.

I grazed the bud with my tongue, then sucked her into my mouth, teasing her flesh with my teeth until her whimpers came with every exhale. Once that breast was flushed and swollen, I gave the same attention to the other, nipping the bud with my fang without drawing blood.

She reached for my cock.

I gripped her wrist gently and pulled her away. “That’s how you find yourself on your back, lass.”

“I need you,” she whispered, her passion-glazed eyes locking with mine.

Fuck me, she was a sight. Her breasts heavy, her lips parted, her pulse racing beneath that alabaster skin. This woman was built for sin and sex, for temptation and pleasure. I’d been made to give it to her. The answer was simple.

“Aye,” I agreed, bringing my mouth back to hers. “I know.” Our kiss was open and wet, desire moving between us like an electrical current that only heightened with each stroke of our tongues.

My hand moved to her thigh, then slid beneath the hem of her shorts, rising along the silken skin until I reached the satin thong I knew would shred with a single graze of my fangs.

“You’re soaking wet,” I growled against her mouth, running my thumb over the drenched silk covering her entrance.

“Yes.” She rocked her hips forward and groaned.

“What do you want, Valor?” I skimmed the edge of her thong with my thumb. Her shorts were too tight to turn my hand how she needed it, but this angle would do.

“Please,” she murmured, tugging my lower lip with her teeth. “I’m aching.” She licked the line her teeth had nipped, and I nearly lost it.

I wanted this woman at my neck, wanted my blood inside her, pumping through her heart, her veins. I needed to shred these shorts and feast on her, but I wanted her in my bed with her fiery hair spread out all around her, and her scent saturating my sheets.

“Do you need me here?” Pushing under her thong, her wetness coated my thumb, and I stroked from her slick entrance up to the swollen nub of her clit.

“Yes!” Her thighs tightened around my waist, and I gritted my teeth against the demands of my cock. I had hundreds of years of experience, and not once had my control threatened to fly out the fucking window like this.

“Then tell me, lass,” I cupped the back of her neck and circled my thumb around her clit. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you. All you ever have to do is ask.”

“I want you to touch me,” she cried. “I can’t breathe around the need!”

The mating bond was taut, a living, faintly shimmering thing between us, demanding completion and satisfaction. I knew exactly what she meant. My chest was tight, my blood pounding through my veins, my cock throbbing with every heartbeat, demanding I take her, claim her, bind her to me.