Sharing his bloode?
She wanted it. Wantedhim.
She yanked his neck down and plastered her mouth to his, jolting at the rush of connection once more. A feeling she shouldn’t have had with a vampire.
Vampire bloode could be toxic to humans. Damned if she cared. At this point, after having experienced Khent, death could have her.
Khent didn’t slow down. He took her harder, but not enough to hurt. Instead, the possession felt demanding, carnal, a claim of ownership that turned her on even more, were that possible.
“Yes, that’s it. Suck me dry,” he growled and came again, rotating his hips to empty all of himself inside her.
His fingers found her clit, and she seized around him as he spent. He kissed her, pricking her mouth with his fangs. Sharing her blood with his bloode. A feast of need she feared would only grow fiercer the more they touched.
When Val finally got her breath back, she opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed and saw Khent staring down at her with lazy satisfaction. It should be illegal how good-looking he was. Like a statue of male gratification in all its inherent beauty.
He smiled, and his bright teeth and fangs looked perfect, like the rest of him.
“Finally. All mine.”
She felt too replete to argue, though she had to tease him back a little. “You mean mine.” She caressed his nape with her short nails, and he shuddered. “My reaper.”
Something about her statement startled him, because he leaned closer and stared at her with an intensity he wore right when he climaxed.
“Something wrong?” She loved touching him. How had it taken her this long to have sex with this guy? Granted, she’d been hiding from him for months. But had she known he was this magical in the sack, she’d have jumped him long ago.
“Ah, no.” He blinked. Then kissed her again. To her shock, his softened shaft swelled once more inside her. “Valentine Darkmore, what magic is this?” He groaned, withdrew from her, then turned her onto her belly and pulled her up on her hands and knees.
“What—”
She gasped as he entered her, feeling impossibly huge. “Oh fuck. Again?”
“Yes. Again,” Khent rasped, moving faster. “I must… yes, my sweet.”
She felt the rush of his seed once more, a warm power jetting into her while he moaned. But he didn’t stop moving.
And she couldn’t stop herself either, needing all that he had to give.
Even the bits that he didn’t know he had buried under all his surface strength. That inner magic only the Power inside Val could see…
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
“Well,that was entertaining. Not that I wasn’t expecting fireworks, but just…wow.”
Val sat up, clutching dark bedsheets around her breasts while next to her, Khent slowly opened his eyes.
“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice like ice.
A little hurt because he’d been right there with her when they’d had the most explosive sex of her life, she scowled. “Because I owed you, remember?”
He blinked at her. “No. I know why you’re here.” He drew her down into his arms and tucked her against him, looking down at her before nodding above her. “I meant him.”
Val slowly turned over and faced the handsome male she’d seen once before. “Morpheus?” she squeaked. “What are you…” So disappointed she wanted to cry, she did her best not to show her distress. “It was all a dream.”
Of course it had to be. Sex with Khent could never be that perfect or beautiful. Sexual, hot, dirty, and so pleasurable she’d passed out there at the end? Val had never in her life had multiple orgasms.
“Oh, well, this is the dream. Maybe. But before, with all the moaning and fluid sharing? That was pretty real.” Morpheus winked. “Nice work, reaper.”
