Daniela didn’t want to see him suffer. And he was in agony, stroking so fast she could barely see his hand. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” She knew that the more she healed, the colder she would become. Right now, his touch wouldn’t be as excruciating as usual. “You have to touch me, vampire.”
He shook his head. “Lie back and open your thighs. I’m close. If you come for me…”
The Valkyrie nodded, then lay back, wantonly spreading her glistening sex.
He would give anything to feed his cock inside it. Anything.
When she undulated her hips, he could see how ready she was. Her abandon aroused him like nothing ever had.
For hours, he’d been kept on edge. Now to see this? “Need inside you so bad, Valkyrie.”
Her lids went heavy and she panted, those tight breasts bobbing.
“Bury myself so deep in you,” he grated. “Fill you with my seed… I wouldn’t stop until you begged me.” When he cupped and tugged his sac, she masturbated faster.
“Inside. Slip your finger inside.” Once she did, he leaned down to rasp right at her ear, “Fuck yourself with it.” He drew back to watch. “Does that feel good?”
“Ah, yes!”
“Then another finger inside.”
Her voice was so sexy as she cried, “I’m about to… come.” Lightning bombarded the mill.
“Thrust faster, harder. Don’t stop till I tell you.”
As she began to climax, she arched her back, crying out. Her thighs fell open in utter surrender.
Eyes riveted to her sex, he gnashed his teeth, tortured with need. He helplessly fucked his fist as her orgasm went on and on. Her head thrashed on the bed, her body writhing to the motion of her fingers.
He still hadn’t told her to stop, wouldn’t. He was tormented; so would she be.
“Murdoch, I can’t take more!” Finally, she curled on her side, still trembling, her hands between her thighs.
When the tremors eventually relented, Danii gazed up at him. During her pleasure, she’d heard him growl in pain. Now he was in even more misery.
“Vampire, just touch me!”
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Kiss my breasts.” She went up on her knees, cupping her breasts to him in offer. “Put your lips on my nipple.”
“Valkyrie,” he bit out in defeat. He leaned down, about to press his mouth to her flesh.
She steeled herself against the coming pain—
With a ragged groan, he pulled back, forcefully shaking his head.
No. No more of this. Her hand shot out and covered his fist around his shaft. She cried out, and he jerked from the shock of cold.
The contact was scorching, a firebrand against her, even as he grated, “Cold… so cold!”
Tears welled. “Don’t stop, Murdoch!” Keeping her hand on him took every ounce of will, like holding her hand to a flame.
Burning, burning, her skin seared. Pain, dizzying…
“Going to come!” His tone was awed as he began to ejaculate. “Ah, God, finally! Daniela… ”
Through tears, she watched him bucking into their hands, his every muscle strained in anguish. His expression was agonized, those fangs sharp and glinting.
When his seed erupted from him, he yelled to the ceiling. His massive body in throes, he came onto the bed, pumping out his jets of semen so hard she could feel them.
CHAPTER 9
They lay back, both gulping breaths.
Murdoch was struggling to recover from the most pleasure he’d ever experienced—and the hardest, most powerful ejaculation he’d ever imagined.
The release had been mind-numbing, but perhaps all immortal sex was better. If one had stronger senses, then why wouldn’t sex be heightened as well?
With one need met, another instantly screamed within him. He’d lost blood the night before and hadn’t come close to replacing it. He could still smell hers all around them.
Ignore it. He turned to her. She was cradling her burned hand, her eyes still wet.
When their skin had made contact, hers had felt like ice, definitely uncomfortable to him. His skin had made her cry. Yet earlier, when he’d been tearing poisoned arrows from her flesh, there’d been no tears.
“Let me see it,” he grated.
She reluctantly showed him her blistered palm, and he winced, guilt assailing him. He rose to get ice for her, but was so unsteady he wondered if he could even trace to the kitchen. With effort, he made it to the refrigerator, saw the containers of blood there.
So thirsty.… He felt a mad urge to annihilate his supply. Just get her the ice. She’s burned because of you.
Ice. Before now, he’d never much thought about it. Yet it had been his Bride’s salvation. What would have happened if he hadn’t gotten her cooled last night? Would an immortal like her truly have died?
Returning with a paper towel filled with ice cubes, he handed it to her, careful not to make contact—or to glance at her neck.
She closed her hand around a couple of cubes and sighed in relief. After a few moments, she peeked up under her lashes at him. “So what happens with us now?” The shy Valkyrie was back?
“You tell me.”
“This is out of the realm of my experience.” As her pain faded, her expression showed hints of excitement. She looked optimistic. No doubt, she thought they were embarking on something. Females always had in the past. No matter how much he warned them that he would never settle down.
Embarking with Daniela—a woman he could never bed? I’d be consigning myself to misery.
He just needed time to think about all this. He rose and yanked on his jeans, grimacing as the material scraped over his abused shaft.
She must have sensed his tension, because she dropped the ice and defensively bundled the sheet to cover herself. After a few moments, she said, “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”
“I’ll be fine. Been in worse shape.”
“I expect so, since you died and all.”
He turned to her. “And you know how I came to be like this?” When she nodded, he said, “Tell me, then.”
“King Kristoff found you dying on a battlefield. He gave you a choice of fealty to him and eternal life—or death. That’s what Kristoff does, what he’s always done.”
Fealty or death. Murdoch remembered that night as if it were yesterday. Kristoff had found Nikolai first, in a pool of his own congealing blood. But Nikolai hadn’t feared death, so he’d negotiated with Kristoff before he would accept the king’s offer.
He’d demanded to be a general in the Forbearer army, refusing to take orders from anyone but Kristoff himself. And he’d wanted Murdoch and any trusted comrades with mortal wounds turned as well.
Nikolai had also demanded the span of a human’s lifetime to watch over their four younger sisters, their two younger brothers, and their father.
They’d all been dead in a matter of weeks.
Murdoch ran his hands through his hair. “Tell me how you knew who I was.”
“The Valkyrie heard Forbearers were going to be out in the city. When you told me your brother had captured Myst, I put it together. He’s the Forbearer most likely to search for her.”
Now that Murdoch had experienced for mere hours the hell that Nikolai had endured for years, he was furious anew with Myst. Daniela’s sister. “Shouldn’t he have searched for Myst?”
When Daniela nodded blithely, he frowned. “And shouldn’t you be demanding that Nikolai free her?”
She gave him a vulnerable grin. “If Nikolai is half as sensual as you are, I wouldn’t be doing her any favors to get her freed. I’m sure they’ve come to an understanding by now.”