Clamping an arm around her middle, I roll us over to where she’s on top with her back against my front. With her thighs spread wide over mine, I thrust up into her until we are both walking the fine edge of our releases.
“Ohh, Jax,” She moans so sweetly that my cock swells and she grows impossibly tighter.
Holding her in place, I drive into her over and over again. Using my other hand, I reach for her clit and the second I feel her release hit mine shoots into her. Rope after rope of my milk pours into her and if my bite wasn’t enough, the scent of my release on her will forever keep another male from what belongs to me.
* * *
Long momentslater I cradle Riyah in my arms. I love smelling my scent all over her.
I want her sucking my cock, but there’s time for that later.
I press my lips against her ear and wrap my leg around hers. The easy rise and fall of her chest match mine. “You’re marked as my mate. You oaky with that?”
Riyah’s throaty laugh makes my cock harden against her ass. “I guess I have to be.” She raises, turns, and kisses my lips, just the way I like it: open-mouthed and hungry. “You saved my life, Jax. I owe you everything.”
“Then you accept that you are my mate?” I’ve never been one for poetry. Straight forward has always worked for me. But for once I wish I was gentler with my words.
“You’re really a detail kinda guy, huh? I’m going to hold you to that in bed.” She kisses my throat where my pulse beats. “Yes, I’m yours. Fair warning though, wolfman, you may decide you don’t want me. Vampires can be rather demanding.”
I take her hand in mine and interlock our fingers. “What about your medical review board?”
“You saved my life. I’m just happy to be alive and here with you. Let’s think about me kicking a gravestone later.”
“Think they’ll be reasonable?”
She snorts. “They’re vampires.”
My brows flatline and she presses a thumb between them working out the crinkles of my confusion and worry.
“You worry too much.”
“You’re my mate. I’ll nevernotwant you, in my bed or out. My new mission in life is to pleasure you as much as possible. And protecting you.”
“Works for me. I’m doubting the review board is going to show up here soon. That gives us some time to figure things out on the protecting front.”
We are silent for a while, each reveling in the other’s touch.
Gradually, though, I become aware of Riyah’s preoccupation.
“What?” I nudge. “Still worried about the review board?”
“Yes, but who do you think is setting the wolf traps?” Riyah’s voice is sleepy, but her words are not. “As the sheriff, you must have some suspects. You may have given me the fuck of my life, but I’m still a vamp.”
There is that. Vampires are the paranormals’ answer to clergy. Those who accept and then survive the Bite during medical training do so for an eternity. They are the backbone of the graveyard shifts in hospitals, morgues, and nursing homes. Having personal relationships is forbidden. Vampires are, by definition, social loners.
I don’t need my wolf to sense she’s keeping a part of herself hidden. Though don’t we all?
“You said you don’t know. But you do,” she presses.
I scrub a hand down my face.
“I’m not certain, but I have a pretty strong idea.”
“Who?” Her voice is low, strong, insistent. The image of a cobra striking, fast and deadly, fills my mind. The speed with which she moved from submissive bedmate to vengeful vampire impresses me.
“A succubus.”
Riyah sucks in her breath.