The Last True Vampire(61)

She’d never wanted anything more. Her cries echoed into the night as Mikhail increased the pressure, circling her clit while he sucked the tender flesh of her throat. Claire bucked her hips into his touch, clawed at his arm as his free hand ventured up her shirt and pulled away the cup of her bra. He fondled her breast as two strong fingers plunged deep into her pussy, and just when Claire didn’t think she could take another moment of blinding pleasure his fangs broke through her skin, the delicious sting accompanied by a soft pop.

“Oh! God!”

The words tore from her throat in a ragged shout that shook through her body with the magnitude of a 7.0 earthquake. A low growl rumbled in Mikhail’s chest as he thrust his fingers deep inside of her, plucked at her aching nipple, and took draw after powerful draw from her throat.

Claire squeezed her eyes shut as the orgasm seized her. Riots of color and twinkling stars burst behind her lids. Every inch of her shook violently, her body clenching and releasing with each delicious pulse, wave after wave of pleasure that stole her breath, her voice, every thought in her head, until there was nothing left to sustain her but the man who held her in his embrace. Mikhail became the center of her universe, and as she came down from the euphoric high she realized that the words offered to him were the truest she’d ever spoken. There would never be another man. Ever.





CHAPTER

16

Mikhail Aristov had been resurrected by the female in his arms. He never felt it more completely than in this moment. No longer would he cower behind another’s name, hide in the cover of shadows from his enemies. Claire belonged to him. Never had he believed it more than he did in this moment. The Vessel. Mother of the vampire race. And he would be a male worthy of the honor of being her mate.

His heart stuttered in his chest. Thrump … th-thrump … coming slowly to life until it pulsed with a vitality that sent a surge of strength coursing through his veins. He gathered Claire into his arms and cradled her body against his as he turned and took her from the hard concrete surface of the fountain down into the cool, manicured carpeting of grass that blanketed the vast lawn. He stripped her shirt and in his impatience to see her body gripped the center of her bra and ripped it free, rending the fabric as though it were made of crepe paper. Moonlight filtered down through the sky, gleaming on her pale breasts, the rosy pink nipples puckered into stiff peaks from the cool kiss of air.

Mikhail shook with the restraint it took to keep from plunging his cock to the root in her slick, tight heat. His strength was immense, unrestrained as he ripped the denim of her jeans, tearing the seam down the center in his haste to see her bare.

“Hurry, Mikhail.”

Claire’s breathy plea rippled along his flesh, resonating inside of him until he swore her need was his own. Bare feet dug into the grass as she thrust her hips up, allowing him to remove the tattered remains of her jeans and underwear.

Almighty gods—

Mikhail sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze landed between Claire’s thighs. The nest of curls was trimmed short, almost shorn completely, allowing him an unfettered view of her glistening sex. From between the swollen lips her stiff bud protruded proudly, as though begging for more of his touch. The scent of her arousal enveloped him, drove him mad with need, thirst, and lust. He tore his own shirt from his body, popping the buttons in his haste to feel his bare skin against hers. His slacks were next, and Claire leaned up, her hands shaking as she reached for him and helped to free his cock from the restraining fabric.#p#分页标题#e#

“I can smell you.” Wonder accented the words spoken between pants of breath, and her eyes shone in the dark like gold coins. “That scent … spicy and sweet. It’s driving me crazy.”

Human senses weren’t acute enough to pick up on the subtle scents that a vampire’s could. She smelled his desire, the mating urge that he could do nothing to hide. His body was sending out pheromones that a human might register on an unconscious level, but Claire recognized them. Responded to them. Further evidence that she was so much more than a mere human.

Though he wanted to savor her, taste every inch of her, acquaint himself with her body, urgency dictated that Mikhail take her, hard and deep. Sink his fangs into her flesh and join their bodies while he took her blood.

He gripped her hips in his hands and angled her up as he lowered his body to the cool grass. He was starved for her. Mindless with want. A low moan vibrated in his throat as his mouth met her sex and he lapped at her greedily, tasting the sweetness of her arousal on his tongue. Claire rolled her hips, grinding against his mouth. Her back arched up from the grass and she wound her fists in the strands of his hair, holding him fast against her.