The Last True Vampire(41)
“What do you say, Ronan?” Siobhan purred in his ear. “Should we ask Carrig to join us?” She kept her eyes on the other male as her fingers caressed over Ronan’s shoulders and down his forearms. Their agreement did not include the other members of Siobhan’s coven, however, and Ronan had no intention of allowing her to pass him around.
“No.” The word was spoken with a finality that caused Carrig’s expression to fall like a poorly baked soufflé.
Siobhan hiked a shoulder. “Apparently Ronan is shy. That will be all, Carrig. For now.”
Carrig gave a nod of his head and disappeared into the shadows. Ronan thrust Siobhan from his body, no longer interested in playing her games, and she stretched out on the bed, watching through the narrowed slits of her eyes as he retrieved his shirt and slacks from the floor.
“I made my troth to you and no one else.” He shoved his arms into the sleeves of his shirt with enough force to rip the seams. “If you think to play games with me, Siobhan, you’ll be disappointed.”
Siobhan licked a drop of his blood from the corner of her mouth. “Oh, Ronan. I haven’t begun to play with you. Take the codex. I hope you find whatever answers you seek from it. But in exchange for my generosity, your body is mine. To use as I see fit, whenever and however I want. Break your oath to me, and I will be … upset.”
Her innocent tone belied the fire in her emerald gaze. Ronan cursed his own foolishness at letting his cock make decisions for him. He could have found another way to get the codex from her. The truth of the matter was, his libido had been raging out of control for days. He’d needed a release, and clearly, there hadn’t been enough blood in his brain to make a logical decision. “I wouldn’t think of upsetting you, Siobhan.” He could argue his point with her later. Right now he needed to get the codex out of there before she changed her mind.
“Good.” She stretched out on the bed, all willowy limbs and creamy skin. “Then take your clothes off and join me. I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”
Her command chafed, but Ronan made sure not to let her see him bristle. Instead, he shucked his shirt and let his slacks fall beside his discarded shoes and socks. He eased down beside her on the bed, reaching out to fondle the heavy weight of her breast, plucking at the hardened nipple as though taking succulent fruit from the vine.#p#分页标题#e#
“Harder,” she commanded, and Ronan gave her tender flesh a tight pinch. She rolled her hips, her back arching off the bed, and let out a low moan. “I find it flattering that you don’t want to share, Ronan. You must know that I’m very generous with the members of my coven, though. I’ll give you your way tonight, but in the future, you will deny me nothing. Do you understand?”
Yep. He’d sold his soul. And this devil was a cruel mistress indeed. “I understand.” That didn’t mean he’d supplicate to her in the future, however. Blood troth or not.
“Good.” She reached for his cock and it hardened in her palm. Traitorous bastard. He’d give the female what she wanted. Fuck her until she was too exhausted to speak his name, let alone issue another command. By then the sun would be up and Ronan had a responsibility to Mikhail to watch over his mate. No rest for the wicked, he supposed. Not if he wanted his due reward for his loyalty.
He stretched out on his back and rolled Siobhan onto his chest. A low purr vibrated in her throat as she settled herself on top of him, the slick heat of her sex gliding over his erection, causing a rumble of appreciation to grow in his own chest. If he’d condemned himself to hell, Ronan supposed that there were worse ways to burn.
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By dawn, Siobhan would be tucked under her black sheets, her breathing soft and even in the aftermath of their hours-long tryst. The female was insatiable, fierce. And Ronan had the claw marks on his back to prove it. Not that he was complaining too much. He’d needed the release—as well as the workout—and he enjoyed rough sex with her. She’d taken more blood from him tonight than she’d need to sustain her for a year or longer. And even though a part of him despised her for manipulating him, Ronan respected her. Maybe even feared her, a little. Perhaps it was a good thing that she reviled the idea of being turned. She would be a fearsome vampire indeed. One that, if left unchecked, could be a serious contender for Mikhail’s throne.
No matter her politics, of one thing Ronan was certain. Mikhail needed Siobhan as an ally. He had enough enemies as it was, especially with confirmation of the Sortiari’s reemergence in the city. It was more important than ever that Mikhail show the dhampir covens that he was a king worth following. A benevolent leader who would raise them up, and they would share in his strength. None of that would happen, however, if Mikhail remained a stubborn ass and refused to turn Claire.