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  But when he reached the bed, he dropped her onto it and calmly walked to the window.

  She was naked, needy, desperate, and he was watching the moon. She was certain that at any moment the hole she was staring through him would start smoking.

  “Are you sure you won’t take another of my warriors for your new moon? Draven was

  most adamant about letting you.”

  “What? No. You, only you.”

  “Why?” It was such a simple question, but it floored her. She’d never heard him sound so...human. Her mind raced to come up with an answer. Why did she only want him and none of the other warriors? Some of them were far nicer. Heck, Draven had even shown a sense of humor, something Tyrian en Kulev did not have.

  She answered the first thing that came to mind. “I trust you. You are straightforward about everything. I know you would never lie to me, and I know that you would protect me from any harm. I can’t say I know that about Draven or anyone else. I don’t think you’d protect me just because my father asked you to, either. I think you’re honorable and you’d protect me because you want to.”

  He took a step back and looked at her, his brow pulled into a look of consternation. It was the most emotion she’d seen on his face. A blush stole over her. She’d never been one to beat around the bush when it came to saying what she wanted to say, but she’d also never said anything so revealing to a man like him.

  He strode towards her, his hands pulled behind his back. “You should not reveal your secrets. That’s something a warrior learns first.”

  Chloe rolled her eyes and laid back into the bed. The closer he came the further she spread her legs until she was wantonly posed like a harlot. Disappointment flickered through her that his eyes did not even drop to her wet sex that was eager for him or to her nipples that were so hard they hurt. Anger was swift to course through her

  “And you should not stand there when a woman is practically begging you to fuck her.”

  Somehow she knew she shouldn’t have said it. His spine went ramrod straight and he

  looked back out the window like he wished he was someplace else. She instantly regretted what she said. His arms came to rest at his sides and then he came to stand between her spread feet at the bed.

  The man’s ability to look her in the eyes was both impressive and incredibly

  disappointing. Was there something wrong with her? She knew she was plain. Her breasts weren’t very big and her hips and waist weren’t particularly curvy, but dammit she was pretty.

  Okay, a plain pretty.

  “Turn around,” he said. It was only now that he spoke that she realized he was back to speaking like he lived in a freezer. How had she missed his warm tones before? Why was it back now? Her attitude she’d just popped with him sprang to mind.

  “I’m sorry—”

  “Turn around, Chloe.” Need and want clawed at her.

  “But I want to see your face.” Although he gave no reaction, she sensed that she’d just surprised him. He started to say something but she quickly added, “Please.”

  Suddenly his hands grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the end of the bed until her legs dangled off the side. Her breath quickened with anticipation and she undulated against the bed, lifting her hips towards him.

  “Are you prepared?”

  She glared at his matter-of-fact tone.“Quite,” she said sarcastically.

  His eyes left hers, finally, and trailed down to her breasts. With one quick look, she knew he’d just memorized the shape, color, and details of her breasts. With just a look. His hands still lingered on her thighs, creating delicious pen pricks of pleasure straight to her core.

  His eyes tracked down over her quivering stomach to her sex, which cried out for him to touch her. His nostrils flared. The movement was so quick, so simple that she almost missed it.

  The reaction sent her pulse skyrocketing. He did want her. It was like being hit with lightning while holding an antenna, but there was no pain, only intense, heart-gripping pleasure. All because of his gaze.

  Her body warmed to a hot fever. Legs scissoring, her hips undulated, trying to convey what it needed in the most primitive of ways.

  “Turn around,” he said again, his voice lower, warmer.

  “No,” she said, lifting her chin.

  For a moment his brow furrowed then released. One hand left her thigh, the other stayed, and she hoped it was because he had to keep touching her. His hands went to pants where he pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his cock.

  The first glance hit her clit like a stroke. She moaned and arched off the bed. She hadn’t seen him before, could only guess what he looked like from the feel of him. No wonder she’d felt like he was splitting her open. The commander was huge. Thick and long and heavy looking. He held it in his hand as though if he let it go he might topple forward. Mmm, onto me, her body thought wildly.

  The head of his cock sported a thick wetness that her tongue desperately wanted to curl around and lick off. Proof that he hadn’t come earlier was evidenced by the thick vein that stood out starkly along the bottom ridge of his cock. He hadn’t pulled himself all the way out but she’d bet his sac was deep with color, pulled tight.

  With just the one hand on her thigh, he squeezed and pulled her a few inches closer. Her butt barely hung onto the edge of the bed. She trusted his touch at her thigh, his strength to keep her from sliding off.

  She held her breath, her hips arched towards him as he gripped the base of his cock. He aimed it at her and pressed into her. Her head fell back limply and her hands rushed to hold her aching breasts. She heard a hiss of air and knew it was him. He entered her long and slow, her tender, new muscles forced to encompass his girth. She loved how gentle he was, just like earlier. He could easily use her during this special time for her, but he wouldn’t. The man’s honor made her smile.

  As soon as he was seated all the way inside her, something broke inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and tightened, holding him close. His hands gripped her thighs, like a warning. Then he thrust. Slow but hard enough to brush her clit and pussy with delicious, shuddering pleasure. He took her like a machine. He made no sounds, gripped her no differently.

  Took her as if he was waiting for her to get off so he could leave. Nuh uh. She wasn’t having any more of that.

  “Take off your shirt,” she said thickly. His eyes lifted to hers, shockingly hot and alert.

  “No.”

  She would never get used to this sensation, the in out, push and pull dragging along her walls. It was amazing.

  “I want it off.” If possible he leaned further back from her so that he was just standing there giving her his cock and nothing else. She glared at him. She wanted more and she was going to get it.

  Reaching up quickly, she grabbed his shirt in her fists, and with a strength she didn’t know she had, tore it from his body. The t-shirt hung limply from his arms.

  With a growl unlike she’d ever heard, he tore the shirt off viciously, forced her thighs wide, and pounded into her hard. Her release came swift, hard, and perfect. She screamed as hot waves engulfed her like a tornado, spinning around her in a halo of erotic pleasure. It left her gently, leaving her panting, and arching for another one.

  “More.” She wasn’t sure if she even said it or if she just mouthed the words. But he must have heard her because suddenly his mouth was at her breast, licking her hard nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Wet sucking sensations burned through her, tightening her skin, gushing cream from inside her, and preparing her for another release.

  Her hands fell into his hair, found the tight knot that held his hair back so severely. She yearned to pull it out, spread his hair out and feel the tresses, but she settled for gripping his shoulders. The first touch was amazing—hard flexing muscles that moved with each thrust inside her. The second was shocking. She moved her hand lower, towards his back and touched something odd. He lifted from her with a roar.

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sp; Anger mixed with pleasure masked his face, making his eyes burn, his cheeks darken

  with color. He grabbed the underside of her knees and spread her legs up and out. Then he was really taking her, with his pants still on, the zipper brushing against her skin as he pounded into her with a fierceness that had her crying out.

  He will finish inside me, finally. She had to know what it would feel like. Would she feel him gush? Would it shoot and hit inside her or would it just mix with her own cream? Or would he pull out of her and make her drink his seed? Hot pressure pulled in her core at the thoughts, sending her spiraling closer to that peak. Or would he pull out and spill onto her body, shooting white semen onto her pussy, her stomach, her breasts and mark her as his?

  The thought mark triggered something inside her. Pulling her head to the side, she parted her hair and said, “Drink from me, Tyrian.” His thrusts stopped instantly. Sweat beaded from his temples, he stayed there, buried to the hilt as he eyed her pulse beating at her neck.

  “No.” The gruff sound of his voice was like music to her ears. She almost smiled.

  “Yes,” she insisted and arched towards him. “As a gift. A thank you for pleasing me.”

  Pure luck made her think that if she offered it as a gift that the honorable commander would be tempted to take it. “Tyrian, please,” she added, desperate to feel him moving inside her. She was so close.

  Whatever she was expecting, he surprised the hell out of her. He gripped her chin in a gentle touch and turned her head to the side. She shivered hard. She hadn’t thought he would.

  A raspy tongue slid up the length of her neck, and then there were two sharp points pressing into her skin. Then he bit through all the way. There was stinging pain that fluttered away like the wind, and then his mouth was sucking at her. His hips pulled back the barest of inches and hammered in hard.

  He took her like that, building intense, consuming pleasure inside her. A sound,

  somewhere between a growl and purr came from deep in his throat, vibrated along her skin. The sucking pulls intoxicated her, drugging her. Her hands flung wildly about as her orgasm neared with intense purpose. She grabbed onto his back, digging her fingers in for something to hold on to. She felt an unusual roughness of his skin there, but ignored it as crushing waves came rolling over her.

  She screamed her release as clenching, seizing rolls of pleasure tore through her, shot from her pores. He tore back from her throat, drops of red slashed across his bottom lip and chin.

  He started to pull away and she quickly tightened her legs around his hips.

  “Come for me, Tyrian,” she begged. She thrust her hips up and down his shaft, working his hard cock even as the last tremors of her orgasm dissipated. “I want to know what it feels like.” It was an admission she hadn’t prepared to make. It simply spilled out in the haze of the moment, but his eyes snapped to hers. The heat in his gaze was impossible. How could one man hold so much heat inside? So much passion that never went unleashed.

  He leaned down on his elbows then and kissed her. Her heart raced as an altogether new feeling rushed through her. He thrust his raspy tongue between her lips and took her mouth like he was doing below, thick and fast. She moaned at his taste and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

  Eyes frantic, he pulled back suddenly. The growling sound vibrated from him again, and then buried his face in her neck, pushing deep and shook.

  His hands curled into a bruising grip at her hips. And now she finally knew what it felt like. She felt the burning hot streams shooting inside her. His cock thickened, filled her so full. It made her hips jerk, her breath catch, and her body want to do it all over again.

  As soon as it was over, he slid out of her and came to a stand. Lazily she watched him turn to the side and put his softening cock back into his pants. A silly smile spread across her face. She did it! Her sisters, well Lily at least, would be proud of her grand accomplishment. She just bedded the master of ice, and he was not cold at all.

  He bent down and she caught a glimpse of his back. Gasping, she came up behind him.

  “What is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He stiffened like dried wood as she ran her fingertips over the marking on his back. The marking spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and reached down covering most of his back.

  Taking a step back she realized it was a bird of some kind, a raven or eagle with its head turned to the side. It wasn’t a tattoo but it was in some way. They were etchings in his skin like little scars that made up a fascinating pattern of cuts in the shape of a bird with its majestic head swung to the side. She ran her fingers over the pattern, loving the way the cuts tickled her fingertips. She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

  “That’s enough,” he said and turned so she couldn’t see his back anymore. The cold

  voice was back and in full force. He balled the shirt he’d picked up in a fist.

  “What is that? Some kind of tattoo?”

  He looked at her with eyes that cut. “That is none of your concern.” He stalked to the door and was out again before she could think of something to say.

  Naked and shivering, Chloe sat on the edge of the bed wrestling with the heavy weight in her heart. She suddenly wanted to throw something against the wall where his head had been.

  What was so wrong with her wanting to know? Why was it so flipping terrible that she was curious about him?

  Sighing heavily, she laid back against the bed with only one thing she knew for certain.

  Her heart was really starting to like this vampire.

  Chapter Eleven

  Willow pumped her arms faster, the muscles tightened and pulsed creating a burst of red-hot pain in her biceps. Her legs burned from her calves to her gluts from the exertion, but she gritted her teeth and kept running.

  She had to get out of here. Lifting her gaze to the night sky she watched with growing terror as the moon was nowhere to be seen. How could she have forgotten? The new moon. Her body was on fire like her blood was made from lava.

  Sweat formed and flew off her face in the wind. Her hair plastered to her wet skin. Where was she even at now? Germany? Switzerland? She couldn’t even remember. She’d been on the run hard and fast since she met the Alpha.

  He was still after her. He’d been so close in Spain, but she’d outmaneuvered him, not without a little dirty handed trick though. Running back to the train station, she found a group of cops and told them he was an angry abusive boyfriend. At seeing the big shapeshifter charging in after her, they tackled him to the ground, letting her quickly buy another train ticket and squeeze onto a train to Frankfurt, Germany.

  But that was two days ago or was that just yesterday? She could no longer tell the

  difference.

  Why the hell did succubi reach sexual adulthood at 29? What a random fucking age. She vaguely recalled her father saying something about how the 29th year was the year the succubus stopped growing completely and became fertile, and that was why they were given to a man on their 29th birthday. To be ready for the new moon.

  “Fucking misogynistic bullsh—” Willow’s foot caught on a fallen tree branch. She

  yowled and went flying through the air. She barely managed to put her hands out in front of her before she was skidding along the grass.

  Breathing hard, she groaned and turned herself onto her back. The dark circle of the moon taunted her. Dragging in gulps of air she wearily lifted her arm and extended her middle finger to the dark circle.

  A twig snapped in the distance. Willow sat up in an instant, scanning the area. Hoping—

  no dreading—to see the man she’d been running from. Never had she felt a more potent challenge in all her life. Never had she wanted to both win and lose. The very thought of the Alpha and what he stood for had her hair standing on end, yet there was no denying the way he’d melted her from the inside out. Some part of her wanted to test the waters and see what it would take to bring him to his knees before her.
r />   “Shut up, Willow,” she growled.

  Oh, God. What was going on with her body? This must be what it feels like to take the drug ecstasy. Even the blades of grass beneath her felt sensual, like a lovers touch.

  She clamped her eyes shut and saw one man’s face there, taunting her. Mentally she

  flipped him off, while realistically she slid her hand beneath her shorts. Her fingers found her creamy soft lips easily. Her body had been burning up all day. Just a quick release, that’s all she needed. The exertion from running had helped her to resist doing this, but now.... Now she let her knees fall open, her imagination go wild, and her fingers thrust inside her.

  Alpha Lyonis Keelan was the biggest man she’d ever seen. Incredibly wide shouldered and tall enough to make her above-average height feel very short. Even his walk wasn’t just a walk, he swaggered with the gracefully gait of a confident man. A man whose mere presence dared weaker men to challenge him.

  Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips. His body was superbly built; she’d seen it through the outline of his clothes. He’d be a dominating lover. Would he push her down to her knees and make her taste his cock? The thought shouldn’t thrill her but her pussy walls tightened around her thrusting fingers.

  No, she’d never let him do that to her. She’d put the big Alpha on his knees, make him spread her legs open and lick her until she tasted oblivion. Again, her finger clenched on her tunneling finger. She moved it faster, pushing her body closer to a tight, much needed release.

  Then she’d make him lick her clean and lie back down. Maybe she’d even tie his hands so he couldn’t move. Her stomach fluttered at the idea and a moan escaped her as she pictured the big shapeshifter sprawled out, tied up to a bed, his cock long and thick, and waiting just for her. She’d toss her leg over his waist, grab him in her fist, and slowly sit down on his length.

  Only after she thoroughly worked him up, coated his cock with her cream, only after he begged, would she grant him release. Would she see anger glittering in his eyes or dark acceptance? He would hate to be tamed by a woman. He’d fight the release. Try to stop himself from coming. She would run her hands over his chest, through his hair, and pump her hips faster.