Kissed by a Dark Prince(85)

“Ki’ara,” he whispered and licked her throat.

She rode him faster, her hot breath skating over his sensitised flesh, sending another achy shiver through him.

“Loren,” she murmured and then kissed him again. She tasted like his blood, hot and strong, laced with magic. He groaned and deepened the kiss, laying claim to her mouth as he laid claim to her body, moving her on him and tensing his backside to drive himself into her each time she bore down on him.

“Ki’ara.” He groaned as she clenched him, her body tightly gloving his, choking him in her heat.

Olivia mewled and he felt her restlessness and her frustration. He was close too, standing on the edge, unable to push either of them over it into the waiting sea of bliss below. She broke away from his lips and returned to his throat, and did something that propelled him firmly over the edge.

She sank her teeth into his neck. The healing puncture marks burned as they reopened and she moaned, her body convulsing against his as she climaxed, her pleasure blasting through him.

Loren growled and bit her again, slicing deep into her flesh and pulling hard on her blood. His own pleasure claimed him, burning up his veins and melting his bones as he pumped into her, filling her with his seed.

Olivia moaned and relaxed into him, sagging against his chest. Loren gathered her close to him, leaned back into the pillows, and gently lapped at the wounds on her throat, savouring her blood and the connection between them. He could feel all of her, every last drop of her feelings, as if she was part of him.

She released his neck and curled up against him, her head against his shoulder, her heart steady and breathing soft. Loren held her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Your heartbeat is slower than mine,” she whispered and he smiled and nuzzled her forehead with his cheek. “Does that mean we did it?”

“We did it,” he said and she looked up at him, a sleepy edge to her brown eyes. His smile widened when he saw the blood on her lips. His blood.

He slid his right hand along her jaw, tilted her head back, and softly kissed the blood away. She kissed him at first and then her movements began to slow and he could feel her drifting away, their lovemaking and the change coming over her because of their completed bond combining to steal her strength.

Loren gathered her into his arms, lifted her off him, and drew back the covers on the bed. He laid her down and settled beside her, and covered them both with the purple bedclothes.

Olivia cuddled up to him, settling with her head on his chest, her breasts pressing against his ribs, and one leg hooked over his thighs. He placed his arm around her and closed his eyes, and held her as sleep claimed him too, his thoughts on protecting the female in his arms.

His ki’ara.

He was no longer alone in the world and neither was she.

They had each other now and he wouldn’t allow anything to separate them.

Not even his brother.





CHAPTER 18


Loren woke alone but he could sense Olivia nearby without needing to use his psychic abilities to strengthen his awareness of her. It flowed just beneath his skin now, a permanent link that would guide him to her no matter how far she travelled from him, and would drive him to go to her. He closed his eyes, enjoying how easily he could sense her presence and her emotions. She felt content and happy, and fascinated.

He rose and pushed the purple covers back, and swung his legs over the edge of the large bed. He stretched, scrubbed a hand over his black hair, shoving the longer strands back, and stood. With a simple mental command, one of the black doors of his long row of wardrobes opened. He padded across the dark stone floor to it, took down a pair of tight black trousers, and tugged them on.

Loren fastened them as he crossed the room to the tall arched doors of his apartments. The morning breeze blew in through them, the scent of blossom stronger today, signalling a period he had come to think of as summer. The long sheer blue curtains danced in the breeze and he walked through them, the soft material caressing his skin.

Olivia stood on the wide balcony that ran along the length of the main room of his apartments in the castle, her back to him and her palms pressed into the elegant dark stone balustrade. Tall columns carved with ivy leaves and animals spiralled upwards on either side of her, supporting the roof of the balcony. It wasn’t a solid structure. The columns supported stone arches resembling a flying buttress on a mortal cathedral. Laced between each stone arch were fine filaments and curled around those strong threads were a plant native to this land, a creeper with heart-shaped green leaves and stunning blue flowers that were just beginning to bloom.

His mate straightened as if she had sensed him behind her and was waiting for him to speak. She would be able to feel him now, just as he could her, their bond allowing her to pinpoint his location to within a few metres.