Page 36 of Crimson Oath (The Firebird and the Wolf #2)

Tatyana

W hat had she done to him ? What was he doing to her ?

Tatyana felt everything at once.

She was angry and she was relieved.

He had violated her sanctuary and she was happy about it.

He was the bane of her existence and the only man she wanted in her bed.

Oleg touched her lip, wiping a drop of blood from her mouth before he lifted his thumb and licked at the dark red drop of blood that was smeared on his skin.

His lip curled up, his fangs fell, and she saw the moment that his control utterly snapped.

Her water met his fire, and the room around them filled with steam. Oleg fell to his knees, spread her legs, and fixed his mouth at the apex of her thighs.

Tatyana’s knees buckled as a spear of pleasure shot from the tip of his tongue, up the heated center of her body, and straight up her spine.

Oleg took her ankle and lifted her leg over his shoulder a moment before she would have fallen to the ground.

His hand held the small of her back, and her shoulders rested on the wall of the shower as water poured around them both, sizzling against his skin as fire erupted on his shoulders, only to be doused and erupt again.

She wanted his fangs.

Tatyana reached down, one hand grasping for anything while she teetered on the edge of screaming.

He let go of one hip and gripped her hand in his, weaving their fingers together as his other arm wrapped around her thigh and reached up, tweaking her nipple as he feasted on her sex.

“Please,” she sobbed, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood.

She felt her body begin to erupt and Oleg released her, shoving down his pants and driving into her with one hard thrust as her amnis burst across her skin in waves. She threw her arms around his shoulders as his hips drove her into the wall.

Her climax cascaded around her like a waterfall, rippling up her back until she was shaking with pleasure.

She didn’t breathe. She’d forgotten how.

Oleg was silent, but his hands gripped her, and the hard length of his erection pierced her in the most pleasurable way. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him. Her nails dug into his neck, and she smelled his blood in the air.

Yes, this.

Yes, him.

This one. This man. This monster.

Mine .

The feral whisper in her mind made her gasp, and Oleg took the advantage, capturing her lips with his own as his thrusts slowed and deepened, turning the corner from a frantic invasion to a slow and steady ride.

She wanted to suck his blood and taste the thick sweetness on her tongue. She wanted to lap at his cock and run her fangs over the turgid skin.

Oleg took his time, bending down to change the angle of his thrusts as he hit her clitoris from his new position and sent her tumbling into pleasure again.

“Too much.” She dug her fingers into the muscle at his neck, and Oleg snarled, throwing his head to the side as he snapped at her thumb with his dull front teeth.

“Mine.” He pulled back when he heard her small gasp, locking eyes with her as he pinned her to the wall. “You are mine.”

Was she?

Or was she the one who possessed?

Her mind was utterly clear, completely focused. Her amnis felt sharper than it ever had.

There was a ripple of blue fire riding his shoulders. Keeping their eyes locked together, she pulled the water to her palms and smoothed her hands over his burning skin.

“Shhh.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. She closed her eyes and imagined sinking her teeth into his skin, swallowing hot gulps of his blood that would slide sweet down her throat.

Yes . She could picture it in her mind, and her mouth watered.

“What have you done to me?” Oleg’s voice was halfway between anger and wonder. “Tatyana?—”

She captured his mouth with her own, cutting off words that might have made her think too much.

She didn’t want him to speak. She wanted his body, his fangs, and his fire.

Oleg wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed Tatyana so close to his chest that there was nothing between them save for their rioting amnis that reached out, caressing fire against water before it exploded in pleasure when Oleg came.

She felt his climax through her entire body, minute bursts of energy over every inch of her skin as he pulled his amnis back so hard she thought his body might burn to ash from the inside.

He leaned against her, holding her tight as his body remained linked with hers .

Mine . She heard the whisper in her mind again.

This powerful monster. This burning fire.

Tatyana felt a surge of feral pride and a possessive instinct that reached up and wrapped around her throat.

Mine .

The water poured over them, and when she looked up, Oleg’s eyes were closed.

It was as close to peaceful as she had ever seen him, and she was ready to sink her teeth into his shoulder to mark her territory.

This was not good.

She needed some distance. She needed to think . And she couldn’t do that with Oleg anywhere near her. “Oleg.”

“Hmm.” He stroked a hand over her head, running his palm down the wet length of her hair.

“It’s nearly dawn.”

He opened his eyes and looked to the side. “Yes, I feel it.”

“What are you going to do?”

He slowly set Tatyana down and eased away from her body.

Empty. She felt empty when he left her.

What are you doing to me?

What were they doing to each other?

“You need to go,” she whispered. “You can’t be here.”

“You keep saying that.” He trailed a finger over her ear and down the side of her neck. “Are you sending me away?”

“We never shared a day chamber, and I don’t imagine you want to start now.” Tatyana, flush with pleasure and hungry for blood, felt her head swimming. “You need to go before dawn because I’m going to wake up hungry, and I don’t want you here.”

It was a lie, and from the sly smile flirting at the corner of Oleg’s mouth, he knew it as well as she did.

She wanted him. She wanted him in her bed. She wanted to wake at dusk, sink her fangs into his neck, and ride him until her head exploded .

She wanted his blood in her veins, and the sheer ferocity of that desire had her stepping away from him.

“As you wish, little wolf.” Oleg reached down and grabbed the sopping-wet black canvas pants that were pooled on the floor of the shower. “But I’ll be back.”

“You’re risking a huge problem with Radu and Kezia if you even try to?—”

“I’ll be back.” He hooked his forearm around her neck, pulled her into his chest, and pressed his lips to hers in a long, mind-spinning kiss that had her stumbling back when he released her. “Not tonight. But tomorrow night I will be back. And we will…”

Do this all over again?

“We will talk.” Oleg lifted his chin and pinched her chin between his fingers, angling her face up to his. “Yes, I believe we have things to discuss.”

“Talking is overrated.” She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling exposed. She reached over and turned off the shower, leaving both of them soaking wet and dripping.

“Hmm.” Oleg rolled his shoulders back, and in a ripple of elemental power, the water that had dotted his shoulders turned to steam. “We shall see.”

He leaned down and breathed warm air over her neck, licking out and giving her shoulder one last kiss before he turned and walked out of the shower, leaving her alone.

Tatyana reached over and grabbed for a large bath sheet, but by the time she walked out of the washroom, Oleg was gone.