Blood Flame (Flame 1)

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Connor plundered Iris’s mouth, knowing he shouldn’t, but unable to help himself. He’d craved her for months. Now she was in his arms and telling him she was falling for him, too.

She tasted sweet, like a ripe plum. He licked her tongue and heard her moan in response. He slid his hand over her breast, her nipple already peaked as he began to fondle her. A streak of desire shot through his cock. He glided his hand to her waist and pulled her t-shirt from her jeans, then smoothed his fingers over her stomach and up to her bra. He caressed her again through the soft fabric then plucked at her nipples.

She groaned and pushed at him, though he wasn’t sure why. When he drew back, he saw that her cheeks were flushed. He was about to call a halt to everything, thinking maybe she was too weak to continue. But she suddenly leaned back just enough to take her shirt off and set her hair free from her ponytail. He held her loosely in his arms the whole time to keep her from falling backward.

She wanted this as much as he did.

His gaze was caught by the white mounds of her breasts. His jaw trembled with need. Using his arm to support her, she was able to reach behind and unclasp her bra.

His intake of breath was a slow hiss as his gaze floated over her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and with a grunt he fell on her chest, taking as much of her left breast in his mouth as he could.

But his pants had become a serious hindrance. “Time to get rid of some of these clothes.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears.

She eagerly slid off his lap to sit on the grass. “Shirt off,” she commanded. “I want to look at you.”

He smiled, knowing the effect his muscled body had on women. He was on his knees as he lost the tank.

But she held out a hand, stopping him from moving. He didn’t know why, until her gaze took in his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. She shifted to her knees as well and with her hands caressed his chest, feeling him up.

The altered life had given him strength. He pumped iron, but only required a quarter of the time his human counterparts would need to get the defined look the Border Patrol men carried. She fondled his pecs, and he wasn’t surprised when she leaned into him and took some of his flesh in her mouth.

The suckling had his cock standing straight up and begging for the same kind of attention. While she worked his chest, he unbuttoned his leathers and began pulling them down, freeing his erection.

As she continued to touch him and suck on his pecs, she kept making small moans and coos, all sorts of sounds that helped him know how much she was into him.

Was this really happening?

He’d had many fantasies about making love to her, but none of them equaled the simple touch of her tongue, her lips, her hands. A soft witch energy flowed from her as well, as much an erotic sensation as everything else she was doing.

When she leaned back, panting, he went to work on her jeans. Of course by the time he had them peeled down to her knees, he realized he had to get rid of her shoes.

He untied them as quickly as he could. But once he had the rest of her clothes off, she surrounded his cock with both hands, fondling him. He was still on his knees and his leathers had him trapped. She scooted closer, smiling up at him.

All he could do was stare at her awestruck.

“I think I know what you’re feeling,” she said. “It’s as though we’re the first people in the entire world to have ever done this.”

“Your touch is like that for me.”

“And how about this.”

When she bent down and her warm, wet mouth surrounded the head of his cock, he groaned heavily. His breathing grew rough right away and his hips arched, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. She sucked at the same time, and when he pulled back, she caught the rim of his cock with her lips, then flicked her tongue quickly over the tip.

He put a hand on her shoulder and withdrew. “I’ll come too soon.”

She released him then rose and with both hands pushed him onto his back. He wasn’t sure she’d understood his dilemma until he realized her intent was to get him naked. She made quick work of his boots and leathers.

As he lay against the cool lawn, with Iris kissing her way up his legs, he felt as though he’d dropped into heaven. He wanted to stay here forever.

He thought back to the couple on Sentinel, their half-hearts and the certainty they’d been lovers. He’d been appalled at the time, despite the fact he’d been lusting after Iris for months.

But now that he was here, in Iris’s garden only a few hours later, he understood. In thirty years, he’d had a lot of very brief relationships with vampire females, some of them good, worthy women. But none of them had made him feel that maybe life would be okay. And that’s what Iris did for him.

She crawled up his body, careful when she was between his legs, then kissed his abdomen and tongued his six-pack. He caressed her face at the same time, sliding his hand behind her neck. “I love what you’re doing to me.”

“You have a magnificent body and I intend to show a lot of appreciation.”