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With the force of his mind, he sealed the door again with his power. Not because anyone would enter, not after he put his hands on his Vice for testing him, but to keep the volatile, unpredictable beauty before him within.

When he saw Michaela’s gaze shift briefly to the door, he knew she must have felt his power's minuscule and fleeting shift. He smiled. His mate. Even though they had not come together physically yet, they had shared serum, and that bond would continue to grow stronger.

He understood now that she would always struggle with being ‘locked in,’ but he would explain the necessity for now. “It is the only way to keep you and innocent people under our protection safe.”

Her brow puckered, and he knew Michaela didn’t fully understand her life and role as a Vampire, but that conversation could come later.

She gave a short nod, but it seemed to indicate her understanding of his actions more than her agreement.

“Why try and chase what you can’t have right now when I’m right here for the take—?”

It was as far as his words got before she launched herself at him. She was all arms, legs, and teeth.

She moved fast, but he had no problems catching her svelte body against him.

Michaela wrapped herself around him, gripping him tight as she attempted to drag and stab her dull, short teeth through the skin of his neck, trying to get at his vein.

However, their Vampire skin was impervious to her newly developed canines.

Her repeated actions would have been comical if not for the heat of her body pressed against him.

Her touch, even though clumsy, ignited desire.

“Blood,” she demanded. “Please...feed me...Amaros...” She nipped and licked over the thick, pulsing vein on the side of his neck.

The sound of his name sent an electric current from his heart to his cock that was dangerously close to bringing him to his knees.

She’d remembered . Quickly, he held her to him with one strong hand at the center of her back while he lifted his other and dragged the nail of his index finger along the skin of the opposite side of his neck. The blade of his sharp nail flayed open both flesh and vein.

“Consume me, little angel,” he rushed out. However, he didn’t need to guide his mate there because the pungent, coppery scent of blood had her shifting quickly to the other side.

Her mouth opened wide and spread over most of the side of his neck as she guzzled the thick substance from him.

She sucked, sucked, sucked, and his dick became harder with each draw.

Feeling her lips on his neck was more erotic than the feel of her drawing from his wrist. However, it wasn’t news to him.

He was an old enough Vampire who had been around for several centuries, and he’d had more feeding-sex than he would have been able to place a number on.

Still, the thought of even his best carnal experience soured in comparison to having his mate's mouth and body on him.

Amaros didn’t only feel the devastatingly delicious desire to fuck course through his body, but it was the peace and rightness that being with Michaela caused.

It was clear to him why even the thought of taking blood from the servants in such an intimate way had made him ill.

Something he’d never experienced in his life.

No substitute could compare to the experience of Michaela’s heart beating and pounding against his chest in time with his or the soft touch of her strong hands or the piquant sweetness of her warm scent. Hell, fucking no, he didn’t want the artificial.

Michaela drove a hand into his hair and fisted his strands, pulling to keep his head angle just right for her as lusty moans filled his ears and mind.

A wicked smile curled his lips, loving the exhibition of her control. This would be the only area he’d give her even that tiny advantage.

Her other hand clutched his shoulder, tearing his shirt away while she squeezed her thighs around his hips as she began to rock against him.

Stop the ache, she pleaded, painting the front of his slacks with her wetness as she continued to arch her sex along his cock, searching...seeking.

Fuck . The groan rumbled from his core and out of his mouth as the heat of her sex pressed against his stiff cock.

He needed her, but however lucid this evening, Michaela was still controlled by the bloodlust riding her hard.

The maddening way she swallowed gulp after gulp of the human blood from his vein was proof.

So, he would wait a little longer until the redness was completely gone from her eyes and she wasn’t actively feeding.

“Great Spirit, save me because I don’t know how much strength I have left,” he uttered.

Even though he couldn’t fuck her, he could still sate their lust. He slipped his left hand beneath his robe where it dangled below her and palmed the warm silk of one of her perfect ass cheeks while he held her back with his right.

Keeping her steady, he shifted them to the side, and in a few steps, he had her pressed up against the closest surface, a wall.

It gave them both great leverage and provided a solid structure because Vampires didn’t know the words nice and easy when it came to how they had sex.

They were known to plow through flooring, windows, tables, and any person unlucky enough to be standing in the way of two Vampires fucking each other.

His kind liked cathedrals and other historic buildings to set their residence and meeting spaces because their sturdy foundations were built to last. New architecture was too flimsy.

“Tell me you want me, love,” Amaros ordered as he palmed and squeezed her ass hard, he wanted to mark her, leave his prints there.

I want you... she punctuated with a rolling of her hips.

There was no doubt she knew what he was talking about. Now, he just had to keep himself from taking more than was required. Sex was like blood; sometimes, there were limits. This was one of them.

He slid his hand up her back to grip the material of the robe and yank it over her shoulder.

Their bodies were fused too tight to allow much room for him to undress her, but he wanted a taste of her even as she devoured him.

Turning his head just a fraction, he could lick along the curve of her shoulder.

Even without her blood, her satiny skin was divine.

So good .

Oh, you haven’t tasted good yet. He lowered his hand from the collar of the robe and worked it between their bodies until he could undo the fastening of his pants. It took some effort with Michaela grinding so hard against his length, but finally, his cock was freed.

With a firm grip on her ass with both his hands, he angled his hips to place the shaft of his dick between her wet swollen folds.

Her heat seared him.

Once, twice, he dragged his cock through her pussy and coated his length until they were both slick.

Her moan vibrated over his skin when the head of his dick bumped her stiff clit.

So, he did it three more times.

Michaela's short nails dug in deep as her teeth became a vise grip on his neck.

“You drink, little angel, I’ll take us to heaven.

” While Michaela sucked out more blood, he started to thrust. With his hands, he instructed her how to work her hips to bring them both maximum pleasure while he pistoned forward and drove every inch of his hard cock, head to base, between her swollen, dripping wet labia.

He hammered his hips, pushing them both fast and hard to the brink. The force of their bodies pounded against the wall, and the wooden support beams groaned but stood steady.

Her body began to quiver as she begged him, Don’t stop...please, don’t...don’t...

She didn’t finish her sentence before she came, mentally screaming her release.

But he didn’t stop.

He was doing everything short of fucking her. His need for Michaela was goading him to shift just a fraction lower and drive his dick into her, what she’d easily give in her heightened state. However, a thin thread of control still bound him to sanity, and he wouldn’t claim her this way.

Amaros kept up the fierce pace until he brought her to the fourth orgasm, and Michaela’s sucking became sporadic, irregular, and she only drank more out of greed. But he was determined to take her over the edge one more time and join her there, needing a release.

Using the wall as their full support, he brought both his hands to her up, gripping the back of her neck with one and fisting her hair with the other. He took control and dragged her away from his neck, then claimed her mouth.

He didn’t care that his flesh was still agape or if he bled out all over the floor as long as his mate was in his arms and he could taste her.

The elixir of his warm blood on her swollen lips made heat curl down his spine into the base of his cock.

Driving into her mouth, he kissed hard and buried his tongue deep, sinking in and pulling out.

He created the perfect rhythm that matched the thrust of his cock over her needy clit, showing her just how he wanted to fuck her pussy.

She yielded her mouth, even as she bucked her hips, begging him to fill her desires and unleash his passion.

Answering, he pounded hard and fast, in a blinding speed undetectable by human eyes, until they were both cresting over the cliff into pleasure’s oasis.

Amaros groaned. Michaela screamed. Both sounds were trapped in the depths of their mouths.

They continued kissing until their breath came steadier, and he drew back.

“Seal the gash,” he demanded as he fixed his gaze on her perfect, light-brown ones, still hazy with lust and only a thin ring of crimson remaining. “You have the ability in your saliva to heal when you feed. Lick me, little angel.”

Following his directive, she bowed her head and licked up and around his wound with the flat of her tongue. The flesh drew tight; it stitched closed under her attention and his healing ability.

Once that was done, he tightened his grip on her hair.

“Come, mate, let me show you more pleasures of your new world.” He didn’t care that their combined essence coated them and made a mess of their clothing; he hitched his slacks up his hips, just high enough to stay up until he got them to the bed and divested both of their clothing.

He kissed her and gripped her supple ass with his hands as he walked them to the large bed across the room, using spatial awareness ability to guide them to the destination. Amaros refused to allow anything to take his focus away from Michaela, even for a second.

Before the sun rose again, he’d see every inch of his mate's body and pleasure her until exhausted sleep claimed them.