The Warrior Vampire(83)

Naya’s hands shook with fear. Roan would no doubt sense it and she focused instead on the work of art that was his body. If Luz had done what Naya had asked, Paul would be momentarily placated. Sunset was still hours away and Ronan was virtually a prisoner here until evening came. There was no telling what Paul would do once she showed up at the house. Hell, she might be the one to wake up handcuffed to a bed. He wouldn’t want to hear what she was going to tell him: She was leaving. With Ronan. As soon as the magic creating the mapinguari was banished and they found Chelle. Naya was leaving the Bororo, her people, for a life with a vampire.

“Naya? What’s wrong?”

Ronan wrapped his fingers around her wrist to stay her progress. She could hide nothing from him. Through their bond, her feelings were laid bare. She looked at him, her lips curving in what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m going to talk to Paul before the sun sets. But before I leave I need this.” She tugged against his hold and Ronan released her. “Let’s both be selfish, just for a while longer.”

His brow furrowed and his eyes flashed brilliant silver. The most breathtaking male she’d ever laid eyes on. “When it comes to you, Naya, how can I ever be anything but selfish?”

This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t even close to sane. They’d known each other for barely a couple of weeks, and already Naya couldn’t imagine another day without him. Her need surpassed obsession. Hell, it went way past addiction. There wasn’t a word to explain what this was between them. He was the air she needed to breathe. Water. Food. Ronan was everything.

The rough stubble of his jaw brushed her lips as she kissed him. Naya worked her way down his throat, nipping at the flesh before kissing his collarbone, over the swell of his pec, and down his chest. She ventured lower, down the trail of dark hair and the juncture where his thigh met his hip. The silky flesh of his erection brushed her cheek and Naya turned to kiss there as well. A groan vibrated in Ronan’s chest and Naya kissed her way up and around the long shaft to the crown.

“Fuck, Naya,” Ronan grated. “You’re driving me crazy.”

She took him in her hand—her fingers barely met—and stroked. He was marble encased in silk as her hand glided over his thick shaft. Ronan’s hips bucked and he pressed his head back onto the pillows. She watched the play of muscles, contracting and releasing across his body as she stroked him again. Fascinating. A living, breathing work of art. With her free hand Naya cradled his sac, massaging the tender flesh as she took the head of his cock into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue over the engorged flesh and Ronan wound his fist in her hair, giving shallow thrusts of his hips. His breaths came in ragged pants, and as she took him deeper those pants turned to desperate groans. “Gods, yes.” His thrusts became more forceful, though he didn’t push any deeper into her mouth than Naya could take him. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

She had no intention of stopping. The giddy haze of the unique magic created by their coupling coursed through her veins and burst on Naya’s skin like myriad bubbles. He filled her mouth, the salty-sweet taste of his skin causing her own moan of pleasure to vibrate over his shaft.

Power consumed her. Not only the magic but also the power borne of giving someone pleasure. Ronan writhed beneath her, the veins stood out on his arm as he worked his fingers against her scalp. She’d meant what she’d said to him. She was starved for Ronan and she would never get enough.

She took him deeper into her mouth, allowing the blunt ends of her teeth to scrape gently over his shaft. Ronan shuddered and an incoherent moan conveyed his pleasure in a way that words never could. The sound drove Naya mad with want. She worked her mouth over his shaft in earnest, sucking with greedy attention. She held the base of his cock firmly in her grip, stroking him as she worked her mouth back up to the swollen head.

Without warning Ronan sat up and seized Naya in his embrace. He flipped her around so that she lay on her stomach and jerked her hips up in the air. Her fists wound in the sheets and she moaned at the shock of heat as he entered her. Naya cried out as Ronan molded his chest to her back, his powerful thrusts sending her to a state of ecstasy that caused her limbs to tremble and her mind to go blank.

“Harder.”

The word meant nothing, yet it came to her lips as though by instinct. Ronan wrapped one large arm around her waist to steady her, and his free hand cupped one swaying breast. He rolled the tight nipple between his thumb and finger, and Naya cried out, a desperate sob of pleasure that caused her sex to clench around his hard length. His mouth sealed over her throat and she came as his fangs broke the surface of her skin. Waves of sensation pulsed inside of her, the ebb and flow of which stole her breath and caused her limbs to go limp in his embrace.