“I didn’t mean to hide…”
“I understand.”
A medley of explanations transfers between our bodies. It culminates inside me, billowing like an overflowing cup. Everything spills over as I stand on my toes and grab his shoulders, angling my mouth to his, taking exactly what I want.
It’s what I’ve been wanting all along.
Him—I want him. No matter what, I want him.
Chapter 16
Darius
She’ssofterthanever.
I knew the moment I walked into the room that life brewed inside her. Magical life. Supernatural life. Energy ready to be transformed into a brand-new creature. Vampires don’t often reproduce. But when we do, we choose carefully.
That must have been why the late Onyxias king wanted Amber so badly.
She’s light. She’s beautiful. She has compassion and warmth. She’s a great vessel to anything that wishes to thrive—much like the affection I’m giving her now.
With her magical blood and her affiliation with vampires, she’s the perfect host.
That is if shewantsto be a host.
The way she kisses me feels electric. I arch her toward me and then scoop her up, planting her back firmly but gently against the wall. She reaches for my slacks with one hand while cradling my head with the other. Kiss after kiss reduces us to a chorus of grunts and groans, pure energy motivated by the desire to fuse.
My acceptance into the Historical Society hardly feels like a win. Between Faline’s threats and my confusing attraction to Amber, I’m hardly in any position to celebrate. But I do know one thing for sure: Telling my brother about his ex-fiancée’s sloppy attempts at sabotage would encourage his response. It’s in his hands now.
Which frees my hands to handle Amber.
I tear her clothes away as she shucks my slacks. I’m touching everywhere she’s allowing my passage, drinking in her kisses like they’re the very blood that beats in her veins. She arches toward me, encouraging my cock to throb with a hardness I haven’t felt in ages. After I transport her to the bed, I remove the rest of my clothes.
We have nothing left to hide.
Even though the blood memory isn’t clear, I can’t help what my heart wants. The muscle barely beats without her sustaining me—and it’s not just blood anymore. It’sher. She instills in me a desire to do things differently, to break away from tradition. I don’t have to take on my position of power in such rigid ways.
I can change because of her.
I can become better than I ever have.
She grabs my shoulders and wiggles her hips. “Stop thinking so hard and just fuck me already.”
My cock aches as I seek her entrance. Her warm and wet slit welcomes me as I ease into her, propping myself on my hands so I can study her face. Always a scientist. Always a researcher.
Always hungry for her response.
She bows toward me as I sink deep. She holds my gaze, a daring feat for her that makes me swell with pride as I slide back and then return quickly. Another thrust prompts her to squeak. Each pump breaks her lustful expression just a little more, giving way to pure surrender.
Hot energy lures me into a meditative state as I claim her. She digs her nails into my biceps while wrapping her legs around my waist, eagerly absorbing every inch of me. Hunger shifts to ravenous hunger as she meets my gaze without blinking.
She’s different. She’s totally gluttonous.
And that just makes me want to pound her harder.
Every night since I’ve met her, she’s infected my mind. Her very essence has slowly fused with mine at every feeding—and every coupling that resulted. The call of her skin and her blood is too strong. I’m tired of fighting it. I don’t want to be without its properties and its influence. If she wants me, then I want her, and I’ll be sure it lasts much longer than her pregnancy.
All she needs to do is feed.