The Warrior Vampire(77)

“Tell me what you need from me.” A sly grin tugged at his mouth as Ronan traced the pad of his finger over the barely concealed pearl of her clit. Naya’s breath caught and her gaze went liquid. Gods, he loved her responsiveness.

“The troth,” she said on a gasp. He continued to pet her, rapt with her reaction. “I’m using magic to block it.” A low moan followed the words and his cock jumped at the sound as though trained to respond. “Is it working?”

Clever witch. She’d used her magic to thwart Siobhan.

“The only pain I feel is my aching cock,” he said with a grin. “And the only death I’ll suffer will be at your hands if you don’t let me taste your gorgeous pussy again and fuck you until sundown.”

A rush of pure lust replaced the earlier anxiety he’d felt from her. It went straight to his head, damn near shutting down his brain completely. Naya had reduced him to an animal with base needs. Ones that demanded to be met. Now.

“Tell me the truth, Ronan.” She leaned back, bracing her arms on his thighs. Ah, gods! The angle gave him an unhindered view of the soft flesh he sought. Barely concealed by the transparent lace, her swollen bud protruded from between her glistening lips. “I need to be sure.”

“Can’t you feel it?” It was time that she quit relying on only what her eyes and ears told her. They were connected on a much deeper level than that. “All you have to do is reach through the tether and you’ll know.”

She cocked her head to one side and her eyes narrowed. Ronan reveled in the weight of her atop his chest, the warmth of her body as he used his fingertips to paint over the creamy skin of her inner thighs. Her power was unlike anything he’d beheld. Her body without equal. Her fire, the very spark of her soul, was like a beacon calling out to him in the darkness.

And this remarkable female, this force of nature and beauty and sex, belonged to him.

“I feel it, Ronan,” she said with an enigmatic smile. The expression transformed from one of bewilderment to joy. “I did it. I beat that bitch at her own game.”

Gods, how he loved a strong-willed female.





CHAPTER

23

Ronan trembled with need. His thirst blazed hot in his throat, but it was nothing compared to the desire that coursed through him. With Siobhan’s blood troth temporarily nullified, he could enjoy Naya at his leisure. Make her truly his once and for all. How could he possibly be patient after wanting her so badly? With such raw desperation?

Restraint seemed an insurmountable obstacle. He didn’t want to wait another moment. Especially when he knew that it was only a matter of time before that bastard Joaquin and his father found her. Before reality and their obligations intervened once again in a cruel effort to separate them.

With shaking fingers, Ronan grabbed either side of her underwear and gave a tug. Naya brought her hips up so he could pull it down, and the view was so gods-damned erotic that Ronan feared he’d come before he ever got a chance to sink into her. He’d never wanted anything—anyone—so badly in all the centuries of his existence.

Naya rocked back, the bare skin of her ass caressing his chest as she brought her legs together and up in front of him. Ronan paused, her underwear tangled around her knees, and swallowed down the grunt that rose in his throat. Such a gorgeous view.

“Don’t move.” He could barely push the words out.

For a moment Ronan simply stared. The sight of her, bare and on display for him alone, sent a zing of electricity through his bloodstream. Her lips were swollen and wet with arousal and her clit protruded proudly from between them. His gaze ventured lower, to her tight opening and the crease of her ass. “Fuck.” The word was nothing more than a whisper that rushed from his lungs on a ragged breath. He supported her outstretched legs with one hand and with the other traced along the crease, circled her opening with the pad of his finger, before dragging his slick finger through her lips and over her clit.

A shudder rippled through her and Naya’s moan filled the quiet of her bedroom. His sac ached as it pulled up tight. A pleasant sting of pain to complement his pleasure. Naya bent her knees and he removed her underwear, inhaling the sweet scent that clung to the lace before discarding it somewhere beside him. He guided her legs to open and settled them on either side of his head. The globes of her supple ass fit perfectly in his palms as he angled her hips toward his face, opening her up to him. Fucking beautiful.

Ronan reached up and gathered the length of her hair in his hand. He pulled it over her shoulders, letting the length fall down her chest until the silky strands brushed the swell of her breasts. His gaze locked with hers and his muscles tightened as he angled his head up toward her. With the first languid pass of his tongue, Naya cried out, her thighs shaking as he flicked out at her clit. He could spend the day in bed, teasing her like this, building her slowly to the point of abandon.