She wasn’t like him. And that was why he loved her.
Oh…Christ. Did he…
Yeah, he did.
The realization had Rehv rising up from the bed, walking over to her, and taking her hand as she finished doing up her pants. She paused and looked up at him.
“It’s not you,” he said. “You can trust me on that.”
He gave her a tug and drew her against his body.
“Then prove it,” she said softly.
Pulling back, he stared at her face for a long time. His fangs were throbbing in his mouth; he knew that much. And he could feel the hunger in the pit of his stomach, grinding, demanding.
“Ehlena-”
“Prove. It.”
He couldn’t say no. Just didn’t have the strength to turn her down. It was wrong on so many levels, but she was everything he wanted, needed, desired.
Rehv carefully brushed her hair away from her throat. “I’ll be gentle.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“I will anyway.”
Cupping her face in his palms, he tilted her head to one side and exposed the fragile blue vein that ran to her heart. As she prepared herself for his strike, her pulse quickened; he saw the pumping get faster until it flickered.
“I don’t feel worthy of your blood,” he said, running his forefinger up and down her neck. “It has nothing to do with your line of descent.”
Ehlena reached up to his face. “Rehvenge, what is it? Help me understand what’s going on here. I feel like…when I’m with you, I feel closer to you than to even my own father. But there are huge holes. I know there’s something in them. Talk to me.”
Now would be the time, he thought, to unload everything.
And he was tempted. It would be such a relief to stop the lying. Trouble was, there was nothing more selfish he could do to her. If she knew his secrets, she’d be breaking the law along with him-either that or sending her lover to the colony. And if she chose the latter, he was blowing the shit out of his vow to his mother, because his cover would be totally blown.
He was wrong for her. He was very wrong for her, and he knew it.
Rehv meant to let Ehlena go.
He meant to drop his hands and step back and let her put her clothes all the way on. He was good at persuasion. He could bring her around and make her see that his not drinking was no big deal…
Except his mouth parted. Parted as a hiss steamed up his throat and into the thin barrier of air that separated his fangs from her pumping, vital vein.
Abruptly she gasped, and the muscles that ran up from her shoulders tightened, as if he had cranked down on his hold of her face. Oh, wait, he had. He was hard-core numb, totally without sensation, but it wasn’t about his medication. Every muscle in his body had gone rigid.
“I need you,” he groaned.
Rehv struck hard and she cried out, her spine bending nearly in half as he caged her with his strength. Fuck, she was perfect. She tasted like thick, heavy wine and with dragging pulls of his mouth, he drank her down deep.
And moved her over to the bed.
Ehlena didn’t stand a chance. Neither did he.
Triggered by the feeding, his vampire nature plowed over everything, a male’s need to mark what he wanted, to establish sexual territory, to dominate, taking over and driving him to rip down her slacks, pull up one of her legs, position his cock at the threshold of her sex-
And push his way into her.
Ehlena let out another keening cry as he penetrated her. She was incredibly tight, and fearing he might hurt her, he fell still so her body could accommodate him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice so guttural he didn’t know if she could understand him.
“Don’t…stop…” Ehlena wrapped her legs around his ass, angling herself so he could get in even deeper.
The growl that came out of him echoed around the bedroom-until he latched back onto her throat.
Although, even in the fury of the feeding and the sex, Rehv was careful with her-nothing like he was with the princess. Rehv slid in and out gently, making sure Ehlena was comfortable with his size. When it came to his blackmailer? He wanted to impart pain. With Ehlena? He’d castrate himself with a rusty knife before he hurt her.
Trouble was, she moved with him as he drank his fill of her, and the wild friction of their bodies soon overwhelmed him, his hips no longer surging carefully but pounding-until he had to release her vein or run the risk of tearing her open at the neck. After a couple of laps at his puncture marks, he dropped his head down into her hair and went for it hard and deep and strong.
Ehlena orgasmed, and as he felt the draws gripping along the shaft of his cock, his own release shot up from his sac…which he couldn’t let happen. Before his barb engaged, he pulled out, coming all over her sex and her lower belly.