Page 50 of Kentucky Nights (Dead Man’s Ranch #1)

In the distance, the new horses neigh, and her smile stretches upon my lips.

“I think they are happy.” Her fingers begin to work on my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping.

“Not as happy as me,” I add, ripping her shirt down the middle with my claw. I growl when I see her plum-colored lace bra pushing up and cradling her breasts the way I wish my hands were.

Purple is by far my favorite color on her against her skin tone. I keep saying it, but she’s so gorgeous.

“Your beauty goes beyond anything this world could create.”

“So does yours,” she whispers, kissing the middle of my chest with a type of affection I’ve never received before.

Her love takes care of me.

She goes to unbutton her shorts, and I stop her by placing my hand on top of hers. “Leave them on. They drive me fucking crazy.”

Her brows rise, and she snickers, finding my addiction to those little shorts funny.

“Oh? That’s funny? You driving me wild all night with your long, soft legs, is funny to you?” In one swift motion, I place her on her back, her head resting safely against one of the pillows.

“A little bit.”

“Well.” I kiss her lips, cheek, and neck. “I’m going to show you what happens when you taunt me all night.” Slipping a hand under her, I unhook her bra, then skim my fingers under the delicate fabric of the strap, hooking around her shoulders.

The moonlight shines onto her collarbone, illuminating the perfect place to kiss. Who am I to say no to the universe? I place a kiss there, her velvet soft skin a gift to my lips.

I kick my boots off, and she follows suit. Pulling away for just a moment, I tug my pants off, adding them to the field.

My cock slaps against my stomach, hard and smearing precome across my skin.

“Ready so soon?” she asks with wide eyes.

Her nipples bead from the mixture of the breeze and lust. Her hands skim up her body, goosebumps arising across every breathtaking inch of her.

“Darlin’. I’m a vampire. My recovery time is immaculate.” I lift her leg onto my shoulder, kissing the side of her calf, drifting my blunt fingernails down the gorgeous dark skin.

“I could bury myself in the marrow of your bones and it still wouldn’t be close enough.” I pepper kisses down her leg until I’m at the crease of her thigh.

Pushing the small strip of denim covering her pussy to the side, I part her lips as my finger glides up and down. She’s already so wet for me, so warm and ready.

I want to take my time, but my hunger for her blood, for her heat, is beyond the amount of control I have. I’m not disrespectful. Even though I want her more than my next breath, she needs to be ready for me.

She groans when I insert one finger, her arms stretching out beside her to reach for something to hold onto.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise when she becomes more wet, soaking my hand with her want. “I’m going to fuck you until I hear my name echoing over the hills. You’re going to take every drop of me. I’m going to breed you over and over again, filling you to the point your womb can’t take anymore.”

“I’m already pregnant, Kentucky. You can’t breed me more than that,” she moans when I slip in another finger.

Curling over her, I nip her ear, dragging my lips down her neck where her vein is. My mouth waters when I smell the rush of blood. The scent is divine. It’s sweeter and it has been for a few days.

That’s when I should have known she was pregnant, but I didn’t know. My entire life, I thought I was infertile. I never thought I’d have a mate or children.

“Every single day, I’m going to fill you.

Every day, I’m going to push my come so deep into your womb that when you have our baby, you’ll have enough of me inside you to become pregnant again.

I’ll breed you every fucking day. I want to smell my come soaking your panties every day.

I want to smell your claim every waking moment of my life.

Because if I can smell you, others can, and they will know you’re bred by me. ”

Another gush of heat floods my hand, and I chuckle. “You love the sound of that, don’t you? What a filthy fucking girl.” I kiss my way down her chest, twirling my tongue around her nipple before licking my way up to her neck.

Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper, “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You love being finger fucked. Show me how good it feels, Darlin’. Come for me.”

She whines and whimpers, rocking her hips against my hand for more friction.

Wrapping my free hand around my cock, I stroke it in tandem with every thrust I give her with my fingers. My shaft burns for relief.

“Kentucky!” she screams, squirting all over my hand.

My name echoes across the pastures just as I wanted. “Good girl,” I snarl.

She soaks the blankets beneath us, and I lower myself between her legs, cleaning up the mess I made.

“Too much. Oh, god. Kentucky. It’s too much.” Her body becomes warmer when another orgasm begins to build.

I’m too greedy. I need to feel her clench around my cock during her next orgasm.

“You taste so good. I could stay down here all night just feasting.” I tease my fangs over her inner thigh. “I want to bite right here and leave another mark on you.”

“Do it.” She arches her back, kneading her breasts. “Please. I need you. I’m burning up for you, Kentucky. I can’t wait. I need your bite. Let me feel you. Let me feed you.”

Lifting her leg onto my shoulder, I don’t ask her if she’s sure. Faster than the speed of light, I bite, piercing her flesh with my fangs. Blood flows into my mouth, sweet and succulent. I growl, biting harder, my eyes bleeding scarlet, the more intense my need for her blood becomes.

“Kentucky!” she screams my name again, her orgasm drugging her blood with all the feel-good chemicals.

My head becomes light when my own orgasm shoots from my cock just from the taste of her. I soak the blankets under me with ropes of come, and I’m annoyed at myself for not saving it for her tight pussy.

Easing my fangs free, my vision blurs from my high. I lick the bite mark, gathering every drop of blood I can.

Parting her thighs, I grip my cock, and push her shorts to the side.

“Fucking love and hate these shorts. I’ve been driven crazy all night with these damn things. Hiding what I want yet showcasing what belongs to me.”

In one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. My vampire nature takes over. My claws scratch down the back windows, and I roar into the night so loud, the truck shakes.

My pace is relentless. Our skin slaps together with every harsh thrust.

This. This is what I wanted. What I needed. This is what I dreamed about since meeting her.

“I can’t wait to claim you again,” I snarl while wrapping my arms around her body to bring her closer to me.

I thrust, driving my hips as hard as I can.

Flipping us, I’m on my back and she’s on top. She grinds against me, using my chest as leverage for her palms.

She fucks me hard and fast. Her thighs shake, which has me losing my damn mind. My claws scratch down her hips, leaving more of my marks on her body.

Fireflies surround her, adding their blinking orange lights as a crown meant for a queen.

My Queen.

“Fuck, that’s it, Darlin’. You take my cock so fucking well. You feel so good. You’re going to make me come with how you fuck me. This is your cock. Use it. Claim me, Dru. Come all over me.”

Much to my surprise, she bends down, yanks my head to the side, and bites my neck.

Her blunt teeth morph, and the prickle of tiny fangs causes me to bleed.

She has to apply more pressure than I would since her fangs are so much smaller, but I love the sensation of her sucking my blood down her throat.

Her body is adapting to being my mate, preparing itself to feed and carry my child. That’s all it takes for me to erupt.

She’s still human until the day she comes to me to ask for more.

“Dru!” I call out her name for all to hear, filling her so much, my come begins to drip down my shaft. “Take every fucking drop of it.”

She continues to chase her orgasm, her moans becoming louder the closer it becomes.

“Mine. You’re mine.” She licks my neck, sits up, and rolls her body.

My blood is smeared across her lips and chin, only adding gasoline to the fire that burns for her inside my heart.

“That’s right. I’m all yours. Forever. For all eternity.”

The words send her over the edge, her muscles tightening around my cock as her orgasm breaks her rhythm.

I’m more satisfied and at peace with her bite on my neck. Knowing I have something that can be shown to the world settles me. I hope it doesn’t heal. It hasn’t yet, which is promising. Maybe since she is my mate, her mark will scar like the one I gave her.

I catch her when she collapses, continuing to thrust so my come gets pushed as deep as possible.

My nose skims the side of her neck, where I press a kiss before I sink my fangs into my mating mark, claiming her all over again. With every drag, I taste her orgasm buzzing through her blood.

I don’t stop drinking and thrusting into her.

Both are too much.

I can’t last.

I growl into her neck, blood spilling from my mouth when my orgasm overflows her again.

Her fingernails dig into my chest, and she bites my pec as hard as she can, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her last orgasm tenses her body.

God, I love how she tastes when she comes.

“That’s it,” I whisper in between cleaning the blood from her neck. “Suck me deep, Darlin’. Remind your taken womb who you belong to and what awaits when it’s empty.”

Her lips find mine in a messy, tired kiss before she flops down next to me, placing her head on my shoulder.

We lie there in silence, catching our breath while we look up at the never-ending abyss of the star-filled night sky.

I sit up, leaning my back against the truck, which causes Dru to match my position.

“You’re right, that was a much better claiming night than the first,” she yawns, stretching her arms over her head.

“Tired? Dru, Darlin’, I’m nowhere near done with you. Eat so you can have some energy.” I hand her the bowl of fresh strawberries I cut up.

“Don’t mind if I do,” she says, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

Thunderous hooves capture our attention, and that’s when I see Romeo and Juliette running through the field. The moonlight catches their eyes, and that’s when I see it.

Juliette’s eyes are red just like Romeo’s.

“I’m happy he found his Beloved.”

“Me too. He needed someone other than me.” Just like I needed Dru.

“Skew-dang!”

I groan when I hear Lorcan. How does he always find the worst moments to interrupt?

I glance around, not spotting him until Dru points to the left. That’s when I see him running through the field with the spine lasso I made out of Dru’s enemies.

“Can I have this?” he shouts from across the field, practicing lassoing a wooden post.

Dru munches on a strawberry to stop herself from laughing.

“No! It’s Dru’s. You can’t have it,” I shout, covering most of Dru’s body with my own so Lorcan can’t see what belongs to me.

“Can I borrow it?” he yells again. “Please? I want to go to Purgatory with it.”

“Just let him take it. I’m not using it.”

“You give him an inch and he will take a mile,” I warn.

“That’s fine. He’s a good friend. I trust him. As should you.”

Well, her honesty has me feeling a little guilty.

“Fine. Take it. Go now and stop interrupting our date night!” I cup my hands by my mouth to make my voice louder.

“Oh, the other Voids aren’t going to believe this.” With a wave, he vanishes, finally leaving us alone.

After a few snacks, we lie down again, covering ourselves with a couple of blankets as we stare up at the stars.

“You know, you never told me where you got your name,” she says. “Kentucky is very unique.”

“I was named after the Kentucky Coffeetree you see in the front yard. I was born under it.”

“I’ll need to make sure nothing happens to that tree.”

I grin, kissing her temple.

“Look! A shooting star. Let’s make a wish. Wow, I’ve never seen one before. It’s gorgeous.”

I love to hear the excitement in her voice. I watch her follow the shooting star illuminating the sky, wanting to get every glimpse she can of it.

“My only wish to spend every Kentucky night with you for all eternity, Darlin’.”

The end.