Dark Tarot (Dark Carpathians)

I want to get this right, so that when you’re here in front of me, I give you the most pleasure. I saw this in your mind, Sandu. I know I can do this right with a little guidance.

Her voice. Sultry. Sexy. This was definitely a lesson in discipline. After a couple of thousand years, he shouldn’t be having such problems, but then the heat of her velvet tongue stroked up his shaft, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Nicu nodded in agreement with Benedek. “We think it best if you allow us to thoroughly search for signs of the undead. Even with Dominic living here, we know they test him. Also, the occasional jaguar returns to this area hunting Solange. There could be unexpected enemies.”

If his enemies came at him right at that moment, Sandu wasn’t certain he could defend himself. His focus was on one part of his anatomy and what his woman might do next. His lungs could barely find enough air to breathe.

He cleared his throat. “I will spend time with my lifemate inside the chamber,” Sandu said to his brethren, his voice a little huskier than he would have liked.

Her mouth felt hot as she slid it over him, engulfing him, enclosing his cock in a tight, scorching tunnel while her tongue did a little dancing foray over the sensitive broad head and then under it. She released him. Does that feel good?

She knew it did. She could feel his shuddering reaction. The way his blood ran hot, as if she lit a match to a stick of dynamite. Before he could answer, she stroked her tongue up his shaft again, over and over, getting him very wet. He had to answer his brethren before he was incapable.

“I will weave safeguards, so if you return, take heed of them. Announce your presence before you attempt to come inside the cave system.”

“We will build additional safeguards,” Petru added. “One of us will always be close should you have need.”

Sandu ordinarily would have considered that his brethren had gotten too old to remember he was in top fighting form, but he didn’t want to battle anything. He wanted to spend time with his woman. His lifemate. Adalasia. He inclined his head graciously, thankful he could feel real affection toward his brothers from the monastery.

I am coming in alone, Sivamet. The others will patrol the rain forest to ensure we have no enemies close before we set out to find the Dragonseeker and his woman on tomorrow’s rising.

He had this night alone with her. Each time they found themselves alone, they tried to learn as much as possible about each other. Not just what they shared mind to mind, but talking with each other. They needed to find a closeness together. He got that now. The more he allowed himself to feel emotions, the more he understood her need of a partnership and what that would entail. Right at that moment, he cared nothing of learning about partnerships, only about what her mouth could continue to do to his body.

I had hoped you would come alone.

There was that teasing note again, but this time, she once more had her mouth around his cock, and her soft laughter vibrated right through his entire body. Sandu was already through the thin crack and doing his best to protect them by weaving safeguards against any intruder. He had shed his clothes going through the thin fissure leading to the cave system, and now, it seemed she was taking even more liberties, as if she had full access to his body.

He felt her palms cupping his sac, then her fingers stroking and jiggling his balls gently, adding just a little more pressure before backing off while she sucked and moaned around his cock. He took to the air, moving swiftly, needing to get to her, the cooler air feeling good on his overheated body.

Adalasia knelt just as she had appeared in his mind, in front of the fireplace, so the dancing flames could throw their shadows over her face. She had her palms on her knees and her knees were open, allowing him to see that the one tiny piece of scarlet lace was now soaked. Her hair hung in a cloud of dark silk down her back, catching the light from the flames in the fireplace. Her skin looked like satin under the stretch of the red lace.

Sandu. She whispered his name in his mind. A breathless invitation.

He moved to stand in front of her, close, his body already so primed to feel—and see—her mouth on him. Stretched around his girth. Eyes looking into mine.

Her long lashes lifted as her hands slid up the twin columns of his inner thighs in a slow burning glide of her palms. Then her fingers were stroking over his straining balls, and the breath left his lungs in a long rush. All the while, he looked down into her dark eyes. She looked adoring. Wanting. Craving him. Her tongue slid over his sac, and while he felt that velvet rasp, a small sound left her throat, a moan of anticipation. Her fingers did a small manipulation, dancing over him as her tongue continued the foray to the base of his shaft and up.