“I am yours… ”
Already, he didn’t know how much longer he could last with her nipples rubbing against his chest. The drenched clench of her sex called for his seed, demanding…
“I’ll never get enough of you, never,” Murdoch rasped with his brows drawn.
His expression made Danii’s heart squeeze, even as his determined thrusts were sending her closer to orgasm. His scent drove her wild; his strength captivated her.
As his body worked hers, magnificent taut cords of muscle stood in relief. The latent power of a male vampire. She desired that power, savored the way he toiled under her claws.
His arms bulged as he held himself up to alternately buck his hips hard, then languidly stir them. Gods, the man knows how to move.
Cupping her ass with his fingers splayed, he lifted her, wrenching her along his shaft.
“Murdoch!” she cried, already on the verge again.
He worked her up and down, harder and harder until her teeth clattered with each landing.
She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, which seemed to spur him. He went wild, possessively pinning her arms over her head, so that even more of their bodies could touch.
Surging over her, he rode her sheath in a frenzy. His face was an agonized mask, his body straining for her. “Come, kallim. Let me feel you.”
At that moment, she wanted to give him anything he desired. She needed to surrender to him. Surrender everything to him.
“Take my blood,” she managed to whisper.
“What?”
“Drink me.”
“Ah, Daniela, you don’t have to ask me twice… ” He licked her neck, then sank his fangs into her.
As he pierced her, Danii’s eyes went wide, and she gave a shocked cry—she’d begun to come immediately. He must have felt her, because he gave a frenzied growl.
“Murdoch! Ah, yes!” As her orgasm ripped through her, his shaft thickened even more, swelling until he could barely move inside her.
Then he went motionless, snarling against her. Just when she felt the first lash of his semen, his hips began plunging like a piston, taking him to the very end.
As he drew her blood, he flooded her with seed. She felt every pumping jet, prolonging her own ecstasy.
With a final groan, he released his fangs, collapsing atop her, his breaths cooling against her new mark. With seeming great effort, he rolled off her, but only to enfold her in his arms.
She lay on his chest, skin to skin. He clutched her to him, pressing a kiss into her hair.
“That was worth my wait, vampire.”
“I’m glad, Valkyrie. Because I’d have counted down eternity for that.”
CHAPTER 43
“If I could kiss you, I don’t think I’d ever stop,” Daniela had told him all those months ago. Now they could and she didn’t stop— for hours, they lazily kissed and touched.
So this is utter contentment. Murdoch had never known it before.
For the first time, he experienced the luxury of her smooth legs entwined with his. At last, he could trace all the cobalt markings on her skin that had always tantalized him. They’d discovered that the tips of her ears were ticklish—she’d been unaware. He reveled in her taste, her responsiveness, wanting to go to his knees in thanks for the Bride he’d been given.
He’d been trailing kisses along her delicate collarbone when she sighed, “Now I understand why my sisters enjoyed being bitten so much.”
“You liked my bite, little Bride? You’ll be able to endure it every other day?”
“I’ll demand it every other hour. And I’ll make sure you’re properly exerted, so you’ll be thirsty all the time.”
Just getting better and better. “That won’t be a problem.”
“But Murdoch,” she began, her tone uneasy, “about your living here… ”
He pulled back to meet her gaze, dread drumming in his chest.
“They’ll never accept you,” she said. “Not after what happened to my mother. They’ll reason that if Sigmund could turn against his own queen, then a vampire surely could… and they were punished by Sigmund, every day.”
“Daniela, you told me you were mine. I warned you I’d never let you go. But I won’t ask you to give up your crown.”
She grew still. “You won’t?”
“No, but just as before, we’ll have to find a way to be together, because you can’t ask me to give you up either.”
She seemed pleased by his answer. Had she expected him to demand she relinquish her throne? The old, selfish Murdoch would have. He would have believed it was her honor to be with him. Now he knew it was the other way around.
“Explain to me exactly what Nïx told you,” Daniela said.
He scowled. “Still planning on marrying Jádian?”
“Murdoch!” She play-punched his arm, then seemed to get briefly distracted by the feel of his skin. “Now tell me.”
So he did…
When he’d finished, she said, “You know, I didn’t need a soothsayer to convince me that you’d be true.”
He gave a decisive nod. “My thoughts exactly.”
“And I have an idea,” she said. “A way we could be together— and do only as we please.”
“No, no,” Murdoch grated. “ Not a chance. I can’t let you do this for me. Daniela, I saw your memories. Your mother wanted this for you.”
Danii shook her head firmly. “I think she’d want me to be happy. And this is the only way. Murdoch, if you saw my memories, did you not feel how long I’ve waited to be happy? A lonely life of service will not be forthcoming from me.”
“I did feel it. But don’t you even want to think about—”
“I have been thinking about this,” she said, meeting his gaze. “And it’s what I choose.”
After long moments, he said, “I’m with you, Daniela. Whatever you want, I’ll support you.”
“Then let’s get some clothes on, because what I want is to get this settled as soon as possible.”
Once they’d dressed, she called for Jádian. When he arrived, she wasted no time. “I’m abdicating, and I want you to take over the throne. I’d like you to be king of the Icere.”
Instead of jumping at the chance, Jádian almost seemed put out and kept glancing at the door.
Danii said, “You don’t appear too happy about this.”
“I had… other plans, once you got established here,” Jádian replied. “But I’ll do my duty, if this is your will.”
Jádian the Buzz Kill, all duty, no fun. “Yes, it is. But I have a few conditions. I want to visit whenever I like, come around for holidays and such, once I get the cryomancy down. And the Icere must always ally with the Valkyrie.”
“Agreed. But I have some conditions as well,” Jádian said. “If I die with no heir, you’ll resume the throne. And you’ll take with you your mother’s crown.”
“But it belongs here—it belongs to your future queen.”
“I’ll never take a wife to wear it.”
Still waters run deep with the Iceren? “Then I can agree to that.”
Jádian nodded to them, then strode to the door. As he left, she thought she heard him mutter a curse, demonstrating the most emotion she’d ever observed.
When they were alone, Murdoch pulled her back into his lap. “I think Jádian was a shade shocked at your offer.”
“Well, Nïx did say that I would make him my king—so I did.” Danii smiled brightly. “Now it seems I’m a woman of leisure.”
Murdoch nipped the tip of her ticklish ear, making her laugh. “Good. Then you can take a day to marry me.”
EPILOGUE
Christmas Eve Blachmount Manor
The Wroth family—four couples brought together by the Accession, and in some cases by Nïx—had gathered to celebrate Murdoch and Daniela’s marriage, the holidays, and the renovation of Blachmount.