Now he was being consumed by his most primitive instinct.
“I need—”
“Roke?” she prompted as he lifted his head to study the heat staining her cheeks.
He needed to watch her expression. He couldn’t bear to frighten her.
She’d had more than her fair share of unpleasant surprises.
“I need to taste you,” he said.
Her expression was more curious than wary as she considered his words. “You want to bite me?”
“More than you could ever possibly imagine,” he growled.
Slowly she tilted her head to the side, exposing her slender neck.
“Then do it.”
He quivered, nearly overcome with lust.
“You’re certain?”
She grabbed his face and urged it toward her throat. “Now, Roke.”
He didn’t need another invitation. Hell, he couldn’t have resisted another minute if there’d been a stake pressed to his heart.
Exposing his fangs, he struck at the base of her throat, sinking deep into her flesh.
Pleasure exploded through Roke as her blood hit his tongue, the taste finer than any aphrodisiac.
“God. You taste of peaches,” he muttered, his entire body shuddering with desire. “My favorite.”
“Oh . . . yes,” Sally groaned, her hands roughly tugging at his T-shirt.
“Sally?” he said and pulled out his fangs, carefully licking shut the tiny wounds.
“I need you naked.”
His cock gave a twitch of approval, trying to bust through the zipper of his jeans. But his brain hadn’t forgotten they were in Sariel’s territory. Who knew when the bastard might decide to return?
“What about your—”
Sally managed to wrangle the shirt over his head, her fingers moving to attack his jeans.
“Less talk, more action,” she commanded.
With a sinful chuckle, Roke gave in to the desire that thundered through him.
If anyone tried to interrupt them, he’d personally rip out their throats.
Leaning down he scooped Sally off her feet and headed for the pink monstrosity of a bed.
“I think I’ve managed to create a tyrant,” he murmured in full approval.
Sally didn’t know how much time had passed when the sound of yelling woke her from her pleasant dreams.
Untangling herself from Roke’s possessive arms, she slid off the bed and pulled on her satin gown.
“What the hell is going on?” her mate demanded, looking delectably sexy with his dark hair rumpled and his silver eyes still dark from their most recent bout of lovemaking.
“I’ll find out,” she promised, heading across the room.
She was pulling open the door when Roke was standing beside her, fully dressed and with a massive dagger clutched in his hands.
She rolled her eyes.
Vampire speed.
She’d never get used to it.
“Not alone you won’t,” he muttered.
Together they moved down the hallway, finding her father headed in their direction, his robe flowing and his golden hair floating as his power swirled around him.
Sally instinctively grabbed Roke’s hand as she viewed Sariel’s expression of pure fury.
“Father, has something happened?” she cautiously asked.
“That . . . vampire.”
Sally frowned before she realized he must be referring to Roke’s friend.
“Cyn?”
“He disappeared.” Sariel glared at Roke. “With my daughter.”
Roke blinked in bewilderment. “Which daughter?”
“Fallon.”
“Oh.” Sally hid her grimace.
Not that her father was in any mood to notice. He was already weaving his magic to create a portal.
“When I find him I will destroy him,” he swore, barely waiting for the opening to form before he was disappearing through it.
On impulse, Sally stepped into the edge of the portal even as Roke tried to wrap his brain around the unexpected disaster.
“Why would Cyn take your sister from her home?” he muttered. “He can be self-indulgent, but he would never put a female in danger.”
Sally wrinkled her nose, well aware that her sister was probably responsible for Cyn’s unusual behavior.
“It’s possible Fallon asked him to help her leave.”
“Oh . . . hell,” Roke muttered, reaching in his pocket to pull out his cell phone. “This is bad. I should call Styx and warn him.”
She reached to grab his wrist. Even if a cell phone did work in this dimension, she wasn’t about to unleash the King of Vampires on her sister. It was bad enough she was being hunted by their father.
Fallon had put herself in danger to reunite Sally with her mate.
She would do what she could to allow her sister a taste of the freedom she so desperately craved.
“Or we could allow Cyn and Fallon the opportunity to escape while we travel to your lair.”
“Our lair,” Roke automatically corrected.
“Our lair,” she agreed, holding his gaze. “What do you say?”
He glanced around the empty hallway. “Can we get out of here?”
She tugged him toward her. “I stepped into the entrance of the portal my father created when he took off in a huff. It remains open.”
“Ah.” He gave a soft laugh as the swirl of magic danced around them. “Well played, my clever witch, well played.”
She went on her toes to press a lingering kiss on his mouth.
“Let’s go home.”