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Smiling at her persistence, in a blink, he had her restrained once again just as her feet struck the floor.

He gripped her shoulder with one hand while holding his other over her sternum, keeping her back pressed against his chest as he seated them on the mattress.

Her weight on him felt good as her backside and thighs settled on top of his.

She squirmed, fighting his hold as she mumbled and whined about the agony of her thirst. Some of her words were audible, but more than those, he was captivated by the utterance in her mind.

Her thoughts were mere whispers along the fringes of his mind.

He could go further into her thoughts effortlessly, but he looked forward to how their thoughts would intertwine once he claimed her.

For eons, he’d heard mates bragging about the exquisite intimacy of communication through the heart rather than the head. He wanted that.

She thrashed against him as she snatched a claw at his hands. “Please!”

“I have what you want.” He slid his hand up her chest, sighing at the silken, delicate skin he brushed.

Compared to her previous mortal self, her skin was closer to Teflon than it was flesh, and it was difficult to cut or wound.

He encircled her neck with his fingers and felt her swallow around the emptiness of her urgent need.

“Give it to me.”

“Say it first.”

Michaela sank her short fangs into her bottom lip before the words tore from her, laced with confusion, “Say what?”

My name. I’ve waited for you to wake, little angel, and hear my name grace your sexy mouth again.

She was silent for a moment. He could hear the short blasts of her thoughts as they ran rampant inside her. She searched the corners of her mind and memories until she found them and locked onto them.

Amaros. Amaros. Feed me, Amaros , she chanted.

His core tightened at the sound, and heat spiraled over his skin.

Yes . Releasing Michaela’s shoulder, Amaros brought his wrist to his mouth, lowered his fangs to slice them through his flesh, and opened deep, twin gashes so that the blood flowed freely.

Michaela’s stunted fangs would not allow her to feed cleanly for a few weeks.

That is another reason new vamps ripped up their victims’ throats while out on a bloodlust rampage.

His blood immediately began pouring from his cut down his forearm and soaked his shirt. He placed his wrist before her. “Drink.”

Without hesitation, Michaela gripped his arm and yanked it to her mouth. “Hmm. Hmm.”

She hummed and grunted loudly, like a starved animal finally given a meal, as she drank greedily. She held him tight, her nails biting into his skin as if she feared he’d pull away, declining her of her feast.

“That’s right, take it, love,” he whispered as he kissed along the side of her neck, inhaling her scent.

The hair on his arms rose while her lips worked over his skin as she sucked and drew out his blood, the thick fluid he’d gorged himself on in anticipation of this moment.

Her tongue glided along the underside of his wrist and swirled over the sensitive skin, igniting flames of desire and shooting them down his body as his imagination easily changed out his arm for his shaft being licked by Michaela’s nubile tongue as he thrust into her mouth repeatedly.

Any blood Michaela wasn’t sucking out of his wrist ran south to fill his cock, hardening it more—erotic torture.

“Hmm. Hmm. Hmmmm.” As Michala fed, indulged in slaking her lust—one lust—another grew. Vampires desired two things in the world, almost in equal measure—blood and sex. Her lips worked on his arm as her hips worked over his groin.

At first, she shifted her hips in small, tentative movements, as if she wasn’t sure what she was doing or how to do it.

But the longer she fed, the surer her undulations became.

Michaela began to ride him, intent on increasing the pressure that every moan declared how good the friction felt for her.

She parted her thighs so that they hung on the outside of his, then arched her round ass back until her sex lay right over his stiff shaft.

Amaros could smell her desire. The potent, wet musk of her sex began to saturate the air around them.

He dragged his hand from her throat, over her firm, pert breasts with their large, hard nipples that he couldn’t wait to play with and continued until he was sinking his fingers into the supple flesh of her hips.

His fingers were tight and bruising, but not because he tried to restrain her movement.

Hell no. His fierce hold had everything to do with the tenuous hold he had on his raging desire.

He wanted to fuck her. Lift her at just the right angle until he could free his cock from his trousers and bury it inside her wet, snug sheath and feel her slick walls clutching around his length.

But he would wait for his desire, at least for tonight, until Michaela’s bloodlust receded to an appropriate level. He wanted to ensure she was in her right mind before he took her. Claimed her. And he’d complete the babies’ transformation.

However, even though he would resist his satisfaction, he would not deny his mate her pleasure.

Sliding his hand from her hip forward, he slipped it between her thighs.

He cupped the swollen flesh of her pussy and enjoyed the wetness coating her, making her slick.

Amaros glided his middle finger between her folds.

He played with the stiff bud and enjoyed how her moans became unbridled growls of pleasure.

She rotated her hips and thrust her sex into his hand, arching her back as she gave herself over to his nefarious touch.

His one finger became two as he circled her clit. Round and round, he used his hand to drive her to panting madness as she bucked along his covered, throbbing cock.

He nipped and licked the slope of her neck, tasting her in the only way he allowed himself.

When her body began to tremble, he stroked down her slit, spreading her labia wide as he beelined to the heart of her. He needed to feel her quivering around him somehow.

He growled.

At the narrow opening of her pussy, he swirled his fingers. He teased her, teased himself. Not until she whimpered and moaned and widened her thighs in a way that begged him to give her more, did he press a finger inside of her.

When she gasped, and her body tensed, he halted his entrance at the first knuckle.

He waited, allowing her time to adjust to the intimate touch and not wanting to take more than she was ready to give.

Finally, her walls relaxed around him. This time, he plunged in until her sex squeezed the entire length of his finger.

He shoved in a second one, forcing his digits into her vise-like sex and stretching her.

Eventually, before he could enter her with his cock, he would have to get three or four fingers inside of her to prepare her for him. But not today.

Amaros felt the membrane that started to give around his fingers. Later, he needed to discover how his little angel was still a virgin as she carried triplets inside her womb.

What was done to you, my sweet? He kept his question locked behind his mental walls as he curled his finger inside of her, pressing up against the spot that had her whimpering with need, while he ground his palm into the distended bundle of nerves.

He stroked her walls, and she drank until she was coming. Coming.

The dome over the bed echoed her throaty cries.

As he figured, hearing her pleasure reverberating inside the magnificent ceiling architecture was a beautiful, vibrant melody. He desired to hear more, hear her screams of satisfaction as he drove his cock into her. Soon.

His hand filled with her slick essence. Her body went slack against him, and her suckling began to lose its rhythm.

Amaros pulled his arms away and chuckled as Michaela’s lips pursed and tried to chase his wrist, but she was too weak. Sated.

He gathered her against him and shifted their bodies until he had them lying down on the bed, his head on the pillow and hers resting on his chest. He tightened his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her warm curves as they settled along his side.

The skin of his wrist tingled as his tendons burned while they knitted themselves back together, healing fast.

He wanted to ask Michaela so many questions, but she was already drifting into sleep, the noise in her mind at rest.

Amaros couldn’t stay with his little angel long. He’d need to feed before she woke again, and the hunger drove her back into bloodlust. The cycle would continue for weeks while he trained her to control her Nature.

~YH~

“Little flame, how are you?”

Kai sat back in Aodh’s lap, wiping her face as she exhaled a shuddering breath. When her day started, she did not anticipate finding more family in the Drahk territory, losing that member, and the emotional deluge that poured down on her.

She met her mate’s gaze. His magnetic, turquoise-opal eyes held a small, canary flame flickering in them as the same shade which brightened his markings.

She traced the patterns along his shoulder right at the edge of his dark vest. The man had remained beside her through it all.

She’d never felt more grateful to have such a strong man supporting her. “Yes. I’m okay. Just a lot...”

He brushed a group of her coils back from her face. “It was a lot. If you need a little more time—”

Shaking her head, she offered him a trembling smile.

She knew Aodh was concerned for her, but she wasn’t oblivious to those others in the Thunder who needed to see to her great-great-uncle, and it would not be polite of her to claim all the time.

“I know things need to happen, and I don’t want to be selfish. ”