An aggrieved sigh slipped from her lips. “Such a waste. Then swear your body to me. Pledge to me here and now that you’ll give yourself to no other female and I’ll give the codex to you.”
It wasn’t a mate bond, but swearing himself to her in such a way could be dangerous. Still, he enjoyed Siobhan’s body regularly enough as it was. He’d simply be giving her something that she already had. “For how long?”
She crossed to the king-size mattress at the far corner of the room and Ronan followed as though he had no choice. He’d never understood why she chose to live this way, like a squatter without the means to put a decent roof over her head. It suited her wild personality, though. The female was far from housebroken; that’s probably why he came to her time and again with no other thought but using her for his pleasure.
“For as long as I see fit.” She kicked off her boots, peeled the tight leather pants down the length of her thighs, and shoved them somewhere to the side. Her tight corseted top went next and her breasts spilled free, the dusky nipples already erect and straining toward him as though in need of his touch. Desire swelled inside of him, coursing through his veins with a heat that caused Ronan to sweat. “Come now, Ronan. It’s a small price to pay for what you want, is it not?”
Siobhan stretched out on the bed, her body a pale pearl nestled amidst the rumpled black sheets. The scent of her arousal caused his fangs to throb in his gums, and though he had no need to feed, the urge to sink his fangs—as well as his cock—into her was too strong to resist. If he took her vein it would seal their agreement with a blood troth, and Siobhan knew it. She’d enticed him with her body, knowing that he wouldn’t turn her down.
There were worse things than pledging his body to this female. Convincing Mikhail to turn Claire would guarantee that Ronan would be gifted with the transformation he’d yearned for over centuries. A blood troth was the least of his concerns at this point. “I want the codex tonight.” He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt in his haste to get it off and kicked off his shoes and slacks. Siobhan’s eyes flashed silver as she spread her legs in invitation and Ronan’s cock pulsed hard and hot as he shoved his boxer briefs down over his ass.
“Tonight,” Siobhan agreed. He covered her body with his and jerked her lacy thong aside, shoving into her in a single hard thrust. She arched up to meet him and Ronan hissed at the sharp sting of her fangs as they punctured his throat. A low rumble gathered in his chest as Siobhan drank deeply, her sex clenching around his erection with every pull of her mouth.
Since Mikhail’s awakening, Ronan had felt stronger with each passing day, his own urges and desires intensifying a hundredfold. He thrust hard into the female beneath him, gripped her soft thighs, and guided her legs around him. Siobhan wound her fists in his hair, her fangs still engaged as she drank from him. With a shout Ronan stood, cupping her ass as he pounded unmercifully into her. She disengaged from his throat with an impassioned cry and Ronan turned to sit on the mattress. He caught a fistful of her silky raven hair and jerked her head to the side. Her pussy clenched him tight as she came and Ronan bit down hard on Siobhan’s throat, eliciting a cry from her lips that only caused him to thrust harder and deeper. Her blood flowed over his tongue, sweet and heady. Ronan sucked as hard as he fucked her, effectively sealing their agreement with the exchange of blood. His orgasm ripped through him and Ronan pulled away from her throat with a shout, his cock twitching inside of her as she continued to ride him with abandon.#p#分页标题#e#
“Fuck! Ah, gods, that feels good.”
Siobhan’s throaty laughter caressed his ear moments before her tongue flicked out at his throat, closing the wounds she’d made. He returned the favor, closing the punctures and lapping lazily at the blood that trickled down the pale column of her throat and between her lush breasts.
“Carrig, dewch â’r codex mi!” Siobhan’s voice echoed through the ruins of the abandoned building in the old Welsh dialect she used to speak to her coven. Moments later, a male entered her private floor with a large leather-bound book tucked under his arm.
Ronan shifted on the bed, very aware that he was still buried to the hilt inside of her. Siobhan didn’t seem to share in his modesty, though the other male’s eyes lit with desire when he took in the sight of them still flushed with passion and breathing heavily.
Their pact made, Siobhan kept to her word, though Ronan would have liked the opportunity to put his damned pants back on first. “The book,” Carrig said with a low bow, setting the codex down on the bed beside them. Silver glinted in his dark gaze and his mouth parted to reveal the tips of his fangs. “Would you like me for anything else, mistress?” The male did nothing to hide his anticipation, and he gave Ronan a slow, seductive smile that revealed the full length of his fangs along the row of straight white teeth.