She did. She tilted her head to one side, exposing her throat to him.
He groaned as he eased his fangs into her throat and she flinched at the slight sting as they cut into her, but then he withdrew them and began to draw on her blood, and Olivia’s whole world exploded in a burst of colour, feelings and the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced.
This is what he felt when he bit her.
It awed her.
Loren sucked harder, quickening his pace again, building the pressure between them until Olivia couldn’t take any more. She wanted to feel it again. She needed it. She raked her nails down his back, through his hair, and stroked his pointed ears, and he snarled into her throat and sank his fangs back into her at the same time as he thrust his cock as deep as she could take it.
Olivia shattered and only Loren’s strong arms around her held her together.
His hips jerked as he drank from her, pumping his seed into her, his cock throbbing discordantly to her body. He stilled but didn’t let her go. He cradled her against him, holding her off the table and keeping her on his softening length. She slowly pieced herself together and realised he had stopped drinking and was licking her neck, his strokes gentle and his feelings overflowing with affection and tenderness.
“My Olivia,” he murmured softly against her throat and she stroked his black hair, too afraid and uncertain to say the words aloud.
Her Loren.
Her eternal mate.
Could she trust him with her heart?
Or would Loren succeed where the demon had failed and completely destroy her?
CHAPTER 15
Loren held the door to the club open for Olivia and she thanked him with a small smile and passed him. His gaze tracked her, his heart heavy as she moved away from him. Not just physically, but emotionally. She had been drifting away from him since their moment in her new laboratory. He had been convinced that it would bring them closer, not drive them further apart. More than ever, he felt he was going to lose his ki’ara. She would find a way to break the bond between them, he would kill Vail, and he would be truly alone.
It weighed down on him, souring his mood. Even Bleu had noticed it during their meeting with Olivia and Sable about the club they had visited the night that Olivia had met a male who had torn her heart and her body to shreds.
He curled his fingers into fists and the armour he wore beneath his mortal clothing of black jeans and a black shirt automatically covered his hands, turning his fingertips into long serrated black claws. If the demon hadn’t already been dead, Loren would have been on the warpath, determined to hunt him down and butcher him for what he had done to Loren’s fated female.
Bleu cast him a concerned glance as he followed Sable into the club, and held back as Loren entered behind him. His long black coat, jeans and t-shirt made him blend into the near-darkness at this end of the large warehouse-style club.
“This is not wise,” Bleu said over the continual thump of loud music. If you could call it music.
The patrons of the club seemed to be enjoying the cacophony, grinding to the heavy beat on the expansive dance floor to his left, their movements stuttering in the flashing coloured lights. Other patrons watched from a balcony that ran around the rectangular room, forming another floor. Dark velvet curtains covered the spaces between the supporting steel pillars in places. Private boxes? What sort of club was this anyway?
The image of Olivia in one of those boxes with another male ran through his mind, tormenting him.
The constant flickering light and pounding volume only worsened his mood.
He knew that Bleu wasn’t talking about coming to the club being a bad move. He thought bringing Olivia and Sable was unwise, but Loren refused to go anywhere without her now, even if it meant bringing her somewhere that most likely pained her.
And pained him.
He didn’t want to see her here, where she had attracted the attention of another male and begun a relationship with him, not when there were many males on the prowl for a female in the area and he felt as though he was nearing the end of his relationship with her. Would she torment him as she had with Bleu, seeking the attention of the males? He couldn’t bear it.
His eyes changed and his ears extended, becoming pointed beneath the wilder strands of his black hair. He growled and Bleu placed his hand on his chest.
“Perhaps you should have remained at Archangel.” The lights flashing across Bleu’s face changed the colour of his skin and his eyes. His irises were green though. For once, Bleu was in better control of himself than Loren was.
Loren shirked his grip and sought Olivia, needing to see her and look into her eyes. He had to know if she was planning to seek the attention of other males or whether she had moved past such low methods of torturing him.