Her head lifted and the dazed fulfilment he saw there was life-affirming. It took him by the throat, squeezing, the beast inside him bellowing, violent, out of its mind. “If I fuck you now, Roksana, I’ll kill you,” he gasped, reaching down to position his cock at the slot of her sex, groaning when he found her twice as wet as before. “Take this dick deep and ride it. Please, baby. Show off my blood on your tongue and fuck me as hard as you can.”
His mate was shaking as she impaled herself down to the root of his cock, her hands slapping down on his chest, fingers snaring in his chest hair. “Oh my God. It feels so good it hurts. It hurts.” Eyes glassy, she put her tongue out, showing him the traces of red, bucking her hips once—hard—and the flames in the fireplace doubled in size, the lamps in the cabin blazing bright and fizzling to uselessness. “Elias,” she sobbed, her hips racing up and back, her sweet tits driving him insane with delicious little bounces. “Elias, you’re everything. Everything.”
“Just to you.” His thumbs stoked her clit in turn, using her wetness to lubricate the sensitive bud, and the faster he rubbed, the quicker those hips pistoned. “Always to you. My mate. My woman. My only.”
He was at the point of no return, the precipice of release so great, he didn’t have enough knowledge until tonight to fantasize about it. But with his mate moaning in abandon on top of him, the wound in his neck glowing hot, the satisfaction of fulfilling her needs in so many ways pushed him to a place of utter bliss. Paradise, population two. This was it. If he could have remained in that moment for an eternity, watching Roksana cry out with a second climax, her head thrown back in ecstasy, he would have. But even his immortal body couldn’t withstand the brutal onslaught of lust fulfilled as it bore down on his bones, shaking him, sending him to an even higher plane of existence.
“Roksana!” His shout ripped up his throat, deep, wild satisfaction swallowing him whole. Light streaked across his vision, his body bowing upward, hips thrusting up, up, up, nearly unseating her in his quest to put every ounce of his seed as deep as it could go. When he drifted down from the highest high of his life and opened his eyes, Roksana was curled up on top of him, a sheen of sweat cooling on her body, her breathing deep and even. “I love you,” he whispered, shaken by the emotion expanding in his throat, cradling her in his arms and carrying her to bed. “No matter what happens this time tomorrow, that will never change.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Roksana’s eyes popped open in the darkness, instantly on alert.
Nighttime or daytime? It could be either, considering she was sharing a cabin with a being that required the banishment of sunlight. Elias. His name whispered over her skin in the dark and every sore region of her body started to tingle.
Their lovemaking last night had almost been…ritualistic. She could still taste his coppery blood on her tongue. She still didn’t quite know what compelled her to drink from her vampire husband, but she wouldn’t take it back for anything in the world. Not after witnessing his breathtaking reaction. Feeling his approval inside of her. Beneath her. All over.
Erotic sounds and images from her wedding night flooded in and Roksana sat up, flushed from her thoughts. She squinted at the bedside clock, her spine snapping straight. Eight-oh-seven pm? Could that be right?
Apparently she was already living the vampire lifestyle.
The silence in the room registered and she twisted around, running a hand over the empty section of bed beside her. Elias slept infrequently, so she didn’t necessarily expect to find him there, but she’d kind of been hoping. Knowing Elias, he’d gone out to find her a bottle of Baikal or gather more weapons to surprise her. She should be grateful…but was it so much to ask for a cuddle session before she faced her mother again?
A chill walked like fingertips up her spine.
Inessa would already know she’d landed in Moscow. Most likely, she knew Elias was with her. What would the night bring? Would Inessa be satisfied with the game piece? Once Roksana explained that Elias had actually saved her life from those murderous vampires in Vegas, would Inessa still demand his life as payment?
Roksana prayed Inessa wouldn’t shred her heart like that, but if she did, Roksana was prepared to bargain. To call on any ounce of maternal instinct Inessa held for her. If her mother didn’t love her, care about her, she wouldn’t have invested so much time training her, right?
Internal silence greeted that question.
One thing was for certain. They would never see eye to eye on Roksana’s marriage to Elias and because of that, her duties as a slayer ended now. Her life would no longer include stakes. And ah, the relief of that decision was so vast, it almost slumped her back down into the bedsheets. Her grief over what happened in Vegas had driven her to kill vampires, but she counted too many of them as friends now. Her best friends.