The Last True Vampire(64)

“How do you know?” He stroked her hair with gentle care, braced up on one arm as he studied her. Still seated deep inside of her, Mikhail gave a shallow roll of his hips, and she let out a slow sigh, the gentle motion rekindling her desire.

“Your scent. The tang of your fear sours the sweetness of your pleasure.”

“The way you talk”—she let out a nervous laugh—“it makes my stomach do backflips.” His brow furrowed as though he couldn’t decide whether her statement was meant as a compliment or not. “I like it, Mikhail.” His body relaxed and she sensed that she’d reassured him.#p#分页标题#e#

“That doesn’t explain why you’re afraid.” He kissed a lazy path down her throat and she sighed as the heat of his tongue laved at the puncture wounds he’d made with his fangs. The roll of his hips increased in pace and pressure and Claire opened up to him, her body responding and ready for more.

“I’m afraid of what I feel.” Her back arched off the cool grass as she came up to meet him in a slow, sensual kiss. “I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened between us.” Another kiss, this one deeper as her tongue slid against his. “It’s scary.”

“This is just the beginning.” Mikhail rolled onto his back, his dark features enveloped by the shadows. His blue-green eyes flashed with silver as he settled Claire on his lap and took her hips in his strong hands. In the shadows, his features sharpened, making him look like the predator he was. His hawkish gaze pinned her and for a moment everything but him melted into darkness. “Each time we couple, the mating bond will intensify. Soon I will nourish you, give you my blood, and your transformation will be complete. You’ll be able to sense my emotions. You’ll feel my presence even from the distance of many miles. You are a Vessel, Claire. I believe it now.”

A ripple of trepidation raced through her and Claire shoved her worry to the back of her mind. Now that she knew he was so in tune to what she felt, she’d have to be careful to guard her heart—as well as her mind. He was so confident. So sure that the course they found themselves on was the right one. Claire wished she could share in that optimism. But she knew better.

Mikhail levered himself up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body down hard on top of him. Claire gasped at the shock of sensation, a renewed rush of wetness spreading between her thighs. She might have been unsure, but of one thing she was certain: Her body craved his like a drug and once would never be enough.

She rode him with abandon, letting her head fall back on her shoulders. A strong fist wound in her hair and tugged to expose her throat to him. Her limbs were heavy, her mind slow to react. Claire was drunk on Mikhail, intoxicated by his body, his heady words, the thick length of his erection that stretched and filled her completely.

As though of their own volition, her arms snaked around him, her nails biting into his shoulders. He let out a slow hiss, his hips bucking as he fucked her with abandon. Her breasts bounced against him, his chest teasing her nipples into stiff, aching points.

“I’m going to fuck you until the sun rises.” His breath was hot in her ear, his voice a low rumble that ignited a fire inside of her. “Bury my face between your thighs and lap idly at your pussy until I’ve had my fill.”

Holy shit. No one had ever said such dirty, wanton things to her. Flushed with heat, need, a hunger that she didn’t understand, Claire ground her hips against his, drawing him in as deep as she could.

“I’m going to take your vein.” His voice rasped in her ear. “Over and again. Glut myself on the sweet nectar of your blood. Your voice will be ragged from your screams and you will come for me, Claire. For me alone. No other male. For eternity.”

As though he sensed the orgasm about to seize her, Mikhail buried his face in her throat and bit down. A cold rush, like someone had shot her up with some grade-A shit, zinged through her veins and Claire sobbed her pleasure, each cresting wave more powerful than the last. He let go of her and braced his arms behind him, using the ground as leverage as he pounded into her, almost violently, until a shout tore from his throat and she was flooded with warmth as he came deep inside of her.

She was light-headed and dizzy, the world careening around her in a drunken haze that left her feeling a little too giddy. Mikhail’s tongue passed over her throat and he nuzzled into her. “You are mine, Claire,” he said through ragged pants of breath. “From this moment until the gods decide otherwise.”#p#分页标题#e#