Oh, Marcus, she whimpered inside his head. I’m on fire. Take me.
He drew in a deep breath. With his fangs, he struck quick and deep, just to the right depth, and began to draw her nectar into his mouth. Oh. God.
* * *
Sensations rolled through Havily, of the penetration at her neck and the invasion down deep as he thrust his c**k into her in quick erotic jabs, that which was so essentially masculine and so welcome. Her internal muscles pulled on him the way he pulled on her neck. She drew him into her and he groaned.
Because he pinned her at her throat, she didn’t have the freedom to use her hands the way she wanted to, which was all over him.
Instead, her fingers were a light fluttery touch over his shoulders and up his neck, through his hair. She loved the feel of his hair through her fingers.
A groan flowed from his mouth even as he took her blood.
She was aroused, an inferno.
His thrusts grew heavier, his hips pumping hard.
Take … my … wrist, he said, his telepathic voice nothing more than a pant inside her head.
She reached for his arm and brought his wrist to her mouth. She felt the veins, stroked them as he pummeled her body low, his mouth still dragging against her neck. Fire traveled in streaks where he drank from her, ignited over the tender flesh between her legs and deep inside her body.
Her fangs emerged. She positioned his wrist over her lips. She licked his skin, drawing the veins forth. He groaned and she struck, swift and clean.
His blood hit her mouth in the most exotic elixir. Fennel, she sent.
Honeysuckle, he responded, groaning again.
For a long moment, she drank, savoring this part of him, wet, warm, and tasting of him. Oh. God. She clenched deep and her pelvis rolled.
He grunted, pushing harder into her.
Marcus, we’d better move this along. I’m so close.
You ready?
Yes.
I’ll enter your mind, then you’ll return the favor and after that just hold on.
Got it. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Her body was on the edge of orgasm as it was.
She felt him push against her mental shields and she lowered them, all the way down, so that his mind flowed into hers, not in the simple way words could be layered telepathically over a mind, but in deep possession. She felt penetrated and taken all over again as she continued to drink from his wrist. She loved being a vampire and now he was in her head.
Havily, how beautiful you are. My heart is so full. Now … flow into my mind. Just … be ready and … let go.
Havily didn’t wait. She moved to his mental shields and pushed. His shields gave way and he groaned as she slid into his head. Once there, his life was laid out before her like a feast. She saw his life, his memories like swiftly flowing images. Mostly, she felt the level of his pleasure, that he was poised on the threshold of ecstasy and barely holding back. She was struck overall with the intensity of his character, the willfulness of his life, his determination as he’d built his empire, the passion with which he’d fought as a warrior. All this came forward and swelled her heart, because this was the man who had met her in the darkening, not just to make love with her but to come to her when she needed him, to battle Crace, to get her to safety.
Then the breh-hedden changed the dynamic.
At first, all she felt was a tightening, everywhere, as though each sensation she experienced had been given a hard shove. She felt Marcus deep inside her, then she realized she was also feeling what he was feeling, the sensation of his powerful male muscles pushing into her and the feeling of her very wet sheath dragging against his cock.
Feeling his pleasure intensified her own and she clenched.
I can feel what you’re feeling, he sent. Oh, God!
Same here. So … arousing.
Shit, yes. He groaned as he pulled on her vein. Havily, I can’t last much longer.
Me, neither. Just … let go.
The orgasm when it streaked through her was doubled in intensity because she could feel his orgasm as well, pleasure stacked on pleasure. She gasped, releasing his wrist. She cried out. She wrapped her legs around his bu**ocks. His release kept coming and she cried out all over again at the pleasure she felt because it was his pleasure, his groans, her groans, his thrusts, her thrusts … and she loved it. He released her vein and arched back, his beautiful warrior body on display for her as he cried out again and again. His muscles looked pumped … everywhere.
By the time he had released the last of his seed she was panting hard and he was gasping for air. He looked down at her and met her gaze. “That was incredible.”
She nodded, laughing and clutching air.
“We’re one,” he said, his words a quiet hush in the bedroom.
She nodded. She tried to understand what she was feeling. His hips had slowed and she was still inside his mind and … he was inside hers. She felt his blood in her body, warming her, swirling through her veins, like tendrils. His lips were parted and she saw her blood on his mouth. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders.
She had the sense something was coming but she couldn’t imagine what.
She waited.
He waited.
The sensation when it struck was like having a bolt of lightning pass through the chest. Havily’s body arched as Marcus arched away from her.
Power flooded the space between them, arcing from chest to chest. The physical connection was profound, a bond forged that felt like steel connecting them.
A second later Havily lifted her hand and planted it on his shoulder. “Come with me,” she said, her resonance split into a dozen vibrations.
He nodded, sweeping his arm around her waist.
She took him in a rush into the darkening, not to remain still but to move at light speed. Side by side they flew, without wings, through nether-space, neither of them clothed. A second passed—Crace’s empty forge. Another second—Endelle in her secret meditation chamber. Another second—Thorne battling death vampires alongside Luken at the Superstitions. Another second—Leto in the war room as he surreptitiously deleted files. Another second and they overlooked the High Administrator of Brazil wearing rubies on her fingers and a blank expression on her face while the Commander serviced her and took her vein. Another second—the Eiffel Tower … then the ruins of the Parthenon … the Nile … the Great Barrier Reef … Mount Kilimanjaro, back to the Grand Canyon, then the deep rain forest of the Olympic Peninsula, then back to Bainbridge Island.
Havily thought the thought and they were back in bed together and he was on top of her again.
“Jesus,” he murmured. “That was amazing.”