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Before I could formulate an answer, Runa’s mouth covered my nipple, her teeth grazing my tender flesh while her talented palm did wondrous things to my aching shaft.

Her molten tongue set off on a delightful journey down my ribs, over my abdomen, and across my hipbone.

Speechless, I took in the sight of her full breasts brushing my thighs, the hungry gleam in her violet gaze, and her plump lips, inches from my manhood, noting the caress of her hot breath feathering my flesh.

“Shall I keep him prisoner to my wicked desires?” Runa’s tongue made a slow journey from the base of my shaft to the aching tip. Then her wicked mouth closed over me, and I forgot the question. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, she had me on the brink.

It took everything in me to make her stop. “Enough, pet. Before you unman me.”

I seized her shoulders, guiding her back up my body where she straddled my hips. A playful smile danced upon her swollen lips.

“Tell me, vampire, have you ever been ravished in a hayloft?”

Despite the state of my aching cock, I couldn’t recall being this entertained during sex. “Can’t say that I have.”

“Good. Then let me be the first.” Runa guided my erection where she desired me, lowering her welcoming heat along my shaft and taking me into her body.

“Flark,” I growled her favorite curse, grasping her hips and thrusting.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she purred, planting her hands on my pectorals and rocking her hips.

In moments, she found a seed-stealing rhythm that had me seeing stars. If I continued to let her have her way, I’d never last.

“Nice?” I snarled. “I’ll show you nice.”

I grasped her waist and rolled, pinning her under me.

“Curse you, vampire,” she groaned. “I was enjoying that.”

“You’ve had your fun, pet. Now, be a good girl and allow me to have mine.”

Her violet eyes narrowed in warning. “Be a good—Oh!”

I drove my cock into her slick entrance, silencing her protests. With every rock of my hips, pressure built at the base of my spine. Desperate hands clawed at my shoulders. The sorceress’s thighs squeezed my flanks, urging me on. Harder. Deeper.

“Oh, that’s it. Faster,” she ordered.

I claimed her mouth, kissing her until we were both gasping for air. “No more commands,” I growled against her lips.

The handprint I’d left on her throat had darkened, glowing with a celestial light. Upon seeing my mark, possessive urges rose inside of me like a gathering storm.

My divine half might have claimed this female, but tonight, it was the vampire’s turn.

Fangs extended from my gums. “Earlier, you granted me a mere taste. Tonight, I want all of you.”

Runa’s gleaming eyes dilated in response. Anticipation blazed across her cheeks. “No vampire has ever taken my blood.”

At her admission, a primal presence stirred in my psyche. This pleased me. “You and I, we’ve experienced many firsts this evening.”

“Why stop now?” she murmured, tilting her head, exposing her neck.

Hunger stabbed my gut. Before she could rescind her offer, I lowered my head and sank my fangs into her throat. One sip and I was lost.

All vampires connected with their prey’s essence when they fed. It was the reason blood needed to come straight from the source. Runa’s was the most delightful of nectars. Her essencewashed over me. In that connection, I sensed a magic that was uniquely hers, mixed with tendrils of courage and devotion. The responsibility she bore for those weaker than her, even kindness, but also a sense of ruthlessness, and a spirit that would never surrender, never quit.

Beneath her unique signature, there was something else. Something bigger than the two of us. It welcomed me like a lost friend. Its touch felt like home, safe and nurturing. Its power was immense. Instinctively, I sensed this was Carcerem. As a sorceress, Runa was connected to the kingdom and drew her strength from it. This same connection was a siren’s song calling to me.

Runa’s throaty moan forced my attention back to her lush body. My aching cock. I released her throat, and she uttered a whimper of protest.