He leaned down on his elbows then and kissed her. Her heart raced as an altogether new feeling rushed through her. He thrust his raspy tongue between her lips and took her mouth like he was doing below, thick and fast. She moaned at his taste and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Eyes frantic, he pulled back suddenly. The growling sound vibrated from him again, and then buried his face in her neck, pushing deep and shook.
His hands curled into a bruising grip at her hips. And now she finally knew what it felt like. She felt the burning hot streams shooting inside her. His cock thickened, filled her so full. It made her hips jerk, her breath catch, and her body want to do it all over again.
As soon as it was over, he slid out of her and came to a stand. Lazily she watched him turn to the side and put his softening cock back into his pants. A silly smile spread across her face. She did it! Her sisters, well Lily at least, would be proud of her grand accomplishment. She just bedded the master of ice, and he was not cold at all.
He bent down and she caught a glimpse of his back. Gasping, she came up behind him.
“What is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He stiffened like dried wood as she ran her fingertips over the marking on his back. The marking spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and reached down covering most of his back.
Taking a step back she realized it was a bird of some kind, a raven or eagle with its head turned to the side. It wasn’t a tattoo but it was in some way. They were etchings in his skin like little scars that made up a fascinating pattern of cuts in the shape of a bird with its majestic head swung to the side. She ran her fingers over the pattern, loving the way the cuts tickled her fingertips. She bit her lip to keep from giggling.
“That’s enough,” he said and turned so she couldn’t see his back anymore. The cold
voice was back and in full force. He balled the shirt he’d picked up in a fist.
“What is that? Some kind of tattoo?”
He looked at her with eyes that cut. “That is none of your concern.” He stalked to the door and was out again before she could think of something to say.
Naked and shivering, Chloe sat on the edge of the bed wrestling with the heavy weight in her heart. She suddenly wanted to throw something against the wall where his head had been.
What was so wrong with her wanting to know? Why was it so flipping terrible that she was curious about him?
Sighing heavily, she laid back against the bed with only one thing she knew for certain.
Her heart was really starting to like this vampire.
Chapter Eleven
Willow pumped her arms faster, the muscles tightened and pulsed creating a burst of red-hot pain in her biceps. Her legs burned from her calves to her gluts from the exertion, but she gritted her teeth and kept running.
She had to get out of here. Lifting her gaze to the night sky she watched with growing terror as the moon was nowhere to be seen. How could she have forgotten? The new moon. Her body was on fire like her blood was made from lava.
Sweat formed and flew off her face in the wind. Her hair plastered to her wet skin. Where was she even at now? Germany? Switzerland? She couldn’t even remember. She’d been on the run hard and fast since she met the Alpha.
He was still after her. He’d been so close in Spain, but she’d outmaneuvered him, not without a little dirty handed trick though. Running back to the train station, she found a group of cops and told them he was an angry abusive boyfriend. At seeing the big shapeshifter charging in after her, they tackled him to the ground, letting her quickly buy another train ticket and squeeze onto a train to Frankfurt, Germany.
But that was two days ago or was that just yesterday? She could no longer tell the
difference.
Why the hell did succubi reach sexual adulthood at 29? What a random fucking age. She vaguely recalled her father saying something about how the 29th year was the year the succubus stopped growing completely and became fertile, and that was why they were given to a man on their 29th birthday. To be ready for the new moon.
“Fucking misogynistic bullsh—” Willow’s foot caught on a fallen tree branch. She
yowled and went flying through the air. She barely managed to put her hands out in front of her before she was skidding along the grass.
Breathing hard, she groaned and turned herself onto her back. The dark circle of the moon taunted her. Dragging in gulps of air she wearily lifted her arm and extended her middle finger to the dark circle.
A twig snapped in the distance. Willow sat up in an instant, scanning the area. Hoping—
no dreading—to see the man she’d been running from. Never had she felt a more potent challenge in all her life. Never had she wanted to both win and lose. The very thought of the Alpha and what he stood for had her hair standing on end, yet there was no denying the way he’d melted her from the inside out. Some part of her wanted to test the waters and see what it would take to bring him to his knees before her.
“Shut up, Willow,” she growled.
Oh, God. What was going on with her body? This must be what it feels like to take the drug ecstasy. Even the blades of grass beneath her felt sensual, like a lovers touch.
She clamped her eyes shut and saw one man’s face there, taunting her. Mentally she
flipped him off, while realistically she slid her hand beneath her shorts. Her fingers found her creamy soft lips easily. Her body had been burning up all day. Just a quick release, that’s all she needed. The exertion from running had helped her to resist doing this, but now.... Now she let her knees fall open, her imagination go wild, and her fingers thrust inside her.
Alpha Lyonis Keelan was the biggest man she’d ever seen. Incredibly wide shouldered and tall enough to make her above-average height feel very short. Even his walk wasn’t just a walk, he swaggered with the gracefully gait of a confident man. A man whose mere presence dared weaker men to challenge him.
Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips. His body was superbly built; she’d seen it through the outline of his clothes. He’d be a dominating lover. Would he push her down to her knees and make her taste his cock? The thought shouldn’t thrill her but her pussy walls tightened around her thrusting fingers.
No, she’d never let him do that to her. She’d put the big Alpha on his knees, make him spread her legs open and lick her until she tasted oblivion. Again, her finger clenched on her tunneling finger. She moved it faster, pushing her body closer to a tight, much needed release.
Then she’d make him lick her clean and lie back down. Maybe she’d even tie his hands so he couldn’t move. Her stomach fluttered at the idea and a moan escaped her as she pictured the big shapeshifter sprawled out, tied up to a bed, his cock long and thick, and waiting just for her. She’d toss her leg over his waist, grab him in her fist, and slowly sit down on his length.
Only after she thoroughly worked him up, coated his cock with her cream, only after he begged, would she grant him release. Would she see anger glittering in his eyes or dark acceptance? He would hate to be tamed by a woman. He’d fight the release. Try to stop himself from coming. She would run her hands over his chest, through his hair, and pump her hips faster.
Until unable to deny himself, he’d roar and shake against his chains, and jet himself inside her.
Willow moaned as her fingers darted out to furiously rub her bud. The orgasm swept