Page 44 of Patrick’s Seduction (Scanguards Vampires #19)

Three days later

Fallon cast a last look in the bathroom mirror. She was human again, and that knowledge filled her heart with happiness and gratitude toward everybody at Scanguards. They had risked their lives to free her from the curse of being a werewolf. She was fully healed, the wound on her neck only a distant memory. There were no scars, just like Patrick had promised. All pain was gone, all fear had vanished, and she felt wrapped in love and understanding.

Dressed in her sexiest—and only—red negligee with nothing else beneath it, she opened the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom. This wasn’t her flat. It was a condo located in San Francisco’s financial district belonging to Patrick’s brother, who lived in New Orleans. Patrick had suggested they use it, because tonight would be special for both of them.

Patrick sat in bed, his chest bare, the duvet draped over his lower body. He let his eyes roam over her.

“You get more beautiful every night,” he claimed.

“That’s because you have withdrawal symptoms.”

She walked toward him, stopping only a foot from the bed. They hadn’t made love since before the battle with the werewolves. Maya had kept her at Scanguards’ underground med center for observation to make sure she suffered no ill effects after her injury. Patrick had spent lots of time with her to keep her company. They’d kissed, but he’d refused to go any further because he wanted to give her time to heal fully. Earlier today, Maya had finally released her.

Holding Patrick’s gaze, she pushed one strap of her negligee off her shoulder, then did the same with the other, so the garment fell to the floor with a soft whooshing sound.

Patrick sucked in a breath. “Babe… are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?”

He lifted the duvet off his body, confirming that he was naked beneath it.

She smiled, slid her knee onto the bed, and leaned in.

“Or something,” she teased, casting a look at his cock. “Apparently a hard-on.”

“You can do that anytime you want,” he offered.

He reached for her, placing his hands on her breasts, cupping them, taking their weight into his palms, while she crawled onto him, straddling him.

“Perfect,” he murmured and pressed his face into her bosom.

When he lifted his head again, he kissed her deeply. She let herself go, kissing him back with the same fervor, the same passion. She could get drunk on the way he kissed, the way he touched her. Her hands on her hips, he nudged her to lift herself onto her knees, before he adjusted his cock and drew her hips back down. She impaled herself on his erection, her interior muscles imprisoning him in her body.

They both gasped, and she felt the power she had over him. The power of love. As they moved in sync with each other, she saw his fangs extend to their full length. White and sharp they peeked past his wet lips. The thought that he would drive his fangs into her tonight excited her, and made her ride him faster. She loved the way his cock filled her, reaching deeper with every move.

Their bodies were covered with a thin film of perspiration making every movement smooth and sensual. Her heart was beating faster with every second, and her arousal was reaching a fever pitch.

“Bite me now,” she begged and looked into his eyes.

They were shimmering golden now, their green color gone completely. He released her left hip and lifted his hand so she could see what he was doing. In front of her eyes, she saw his fingers turn into sharp claws. With one of them, he made a small incision into his shoulder. Blood seeped from it instantly.

“Drink from me,” he demanded, his voice now hoarse with lust.

She brought her mouth to it and lapped up the first few drops that were trying to run down his skin, then latched onto the cut itself and began sucking the blood into her mouth. As it hit her tastebuds, she felt pleasure spread into every cell of her body.

“I love you, Fallon.”

As the words echoed in her body, Patrick pierced her skin with his fangs, driving them into her neck, and began to drink from her. She could feel him drawing on her vein as if drinking from a straw.

She suddenly felt the world shift around her and realized that Patrick had flipped her onto her back and was now taking over the reins, without releasing his fangs from her neck. She loved the way his cock thrust into her, with long slow strokes so she could feel every perfect inch of him. She gave herself over to him, giving up control, while taking his essence into her so she could share in his immortality.

She felt as if floating on a cloud of pure happiness, pure bliss.

I’ll always be yours.

She heard the words in her mind and knew they were his. Their bond was formed. They were one now, able to communicate on a different level.

She replied in the same telepathic manner: And I yours.

And nobody could ever take that away from them.