The Warrior Vampire(49)

Greedy for bare skin, she couldn’t free him from his zipper fast enough. Ronan stilled, little bursts of breath feathering over her breast. Naya’s hand plunged past the waistband of his underwear, her fingertips teasing the silky flesh of his engorged crown. Ronan sucked in a breath that was more reminiscent of pain than pleasure as he pulled away from her. In the soft glow of magic that encased them, Naya’s gaze took in the crease that dug into his forehead above the bridge of his nose. His jaw squared and the sharp cut of his cheekbones made him look as though he’d been sculpted from marble. His nostrils flared as the breath sped in his chest.

She reached for him again, but Ronan seized her wrists. He eased her back onto the sand, his grip unyielding steel as he brought her arms high above her head. Naya struggled against his grip. Not because he was hurting her, but because she couldn’t bear not to touch him.

“Don’t move.” The dark tenor of his command stopped her in an instant. He pressed her wrists into the sand. “Let me touch you. Taste you. Let me pleasure you, Naya.”

Pleasure was a two-way street in her opinion. She didn’t want to simply be on the receiving end. But Ronan’s insistence stilled her. His grip relaxed and then released. For a long moment, he stared down at her. Naya’s back arched toward him and he reached behind her to unhook her bra. He pulled it away and slid the straps up her arms, leaving the garment to rest where her fingers were laced together above her.

“So beautiful.” Ronan kissed a path from her wrist down her arm to the swell of one breast. Chills danced across Naya’s skin. The thrill of him taking her under the pier where anyone could see them excited her almost as much as his mouth on her bare flesh. A trickle of anxiety raced through her at the realization that Paul, Joaquin, and a small army of shifters were out searching for them. If Paul found her here, writhing beneath Ronan’s skilled fingers, they’d both be better off dead.

He swirled his tongue over her nipple, so warm and wet, before taking it in his mouth and sucking deeply. The tips of his fangs teased her sensitized flesh, banishing any worry that might have given her pause. She’d risk Paul’s wrath for these moments with Ronan.

Gladly.





CHAPTER

15

When Naya’s fingers glided over the head of his cock, his veins had raced with fire and his skin felt like rice paper held too close to a flame. Siobhan’s blood troth claimed ownership over his body, and the moment another female had sought to claim him he’d paid the price for the bargain he’d made.

Gods, how he wanted his mate’s hands on him.

Her touch was a glimpse of heaven from the pits of hell. A pleasure he’d considered dying for. But no matter how badly Ronan wanted to give himself to her, he vowed to bide his time. He’d free himself of Siobhan come hell or high water. And nothing would stand between him and his mate.

Her skin tasted like rain.

He took one breast in his opposite hand, plucking at the erect nipple while he teased the other with his mouth. Naya arched into his touch, quiet, desperate whimpers of sound escaping her lips. The soft glow of magic painted her skin blush pink with flecks of gold. Ronan held himself in check, aware of what their passion had built in her the last time they’d been together. He’d take his time, pace himself. Allow the power to build instead of burst upon her.

The agonizing burn that held him to his oath dulled to a slightly unpleasant fever. The cool ocean air helped to relieve the discomfort and he pushed it to the back of his mind. He abandoned the generous swells of her breasts, kissing a path down her stomach. His tongue dipped into her belly button and Naya’s breath hitched as her muscles tightened beneath his lips. The sound of her quick panting breaths reached his ears over the sound of water lapping at the shore. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants, slowly drawing them down. Her belt was laden with weapons, and an appreciative smile settled on his lips. A warrior. She had indeed been made for him.

Naya’s body twitched with impatience as he slowly undressed her, but she did as he’d bade and kept her arms stretched high above her. He freed her stretchy pants and underwear from around her ankles and the scent of her arousal hit his nostrils. Bloodlust gripped him, his cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, and pacing himself became a feat that Ronan wasn’t sure he could accomplish.

Gods, he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in her slick heat. Fuck her until they were both exhausted and sated. Ronan gripped her thighs, the creamy bronze of her skin dusted with sparkling particles that seemed to live and breathe, swirling up and over his hands as he massaged the toned muscles beneath her smooth flesh.