Authors: Larissa Ione
He would never do that.
Her tongue flicked over one of his fangs, and he shuddered with pleasure, unsure how much more he could take. When she stroked it, running her tongue up and down and then scraping the sharp tip, the first spasms of release shot up his spine.
Andrea knew, and she stopped with the "fang-job," as he'd discovered vamps called it. Before he had time to guess what she was doing, she scooted up his body even more, placing one knee next to his head and leaving the other propped on his chest so she was straddling his face.
"Oh...fuck...
yeah
." The erotic sight nearly detonated him, and he had to avert his gaze before he embarrassed himself. Flipping his eyes up, he met Andrea's smoldering gaze.
"The vein there, in my groin. Take that one."
She didn't have to ask twice. Gripping her leg, he tugged her down as he raised his head and sank his fangs into the sweet, firm flesh of her inner thigh. Her moan of pleasure ramped him up more, and he slid one hand along her smooth skin to her sex. Her slick heat welcomed the penetration of his finger, and as he swallowed her powerful lifeblood, he swirled his finger inside her, drawing little gasps and mewls from her lips.
Her channel pulsed and clenched as the beginnings of orgasm took her, but it wasn't enough for him. He needed more. He wanted to taste her climax. Hastily, he withdrew his fangs, licking quickly to seal the wound, and then he latched onto her core with his mouth, replacing his finger with his tongue. She cried out, bucking against him as she came.
When her spasms weakened, he hauled her around and flipped her so she was on her back and he was on top, mounting her with desperation. He drove into her so hard they both gasped, and then his body took over, his control shattered. His hips surged, sawing back and forth as he pumped into her. The wet slap of their flesh striking together filled the room, combining with the sensual noises of the bed creaking and the sheets rasping.
"So...good..." She broke off in a series of whimpers, and son of a bitch, she was beautiful. Her hair was a shiny curtain spread out on the pillow as her head kicked back in ecstasy. Her toned muscles flexed in powerful ripples beneath skin that was flushed and glistening with sweat.
The sight undid him. Heat shot like flame through his balls and up his shaft as his release blasted through him. They both cried out as she joined him, her thighs crushing his waist in that primal way every male loved, and he came again, his cock pulsing against her tight walls.
He sank bonelessly on top of her when it was over, his limbs trembling, his vision blurred. When he could move again, he rolled off her and brought her with him so they were tangled together and facing each other. He liked holding her like this, liked watching her as she drifted off with a satisfied smile on her kiss-swollen lips.
"Kaden?" She opened her eyes, which were bright and not sleepy at all.
"Yeah."
She propped herself up on one elbow. "Turn me."
He sat up with a start, unable to believe he'd just heard that. They'd never talked about their future, not even when he'd asked her to marry him. The fact that she was human and would grow old and die while he lived on had been a sleeping werebear in their relationship, and he'd carefully tiptoed around it.
He hadn't wanted to hear that she was okay with dying, but at the same time, he didn't want to hear that she would be willing to give up her humanity.
So yes, he'd been fully engaged in avoidance mode.
"Turn you?" he rasped. "Andrea--"
"Not right this minute," she said, sitting up and taking his hand. "Not even this month or this year. But eventually. I don't want to get old and force you to watch me die." She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment, as though trying to come up with her next words. "I've learned so much about the underworld in these last few months. About vampires and the demons we call our friends."
That still blew him away, that he could actually be friends with demons. But Tayla and Eidolon regularly invited them to dinner and hospital events, and Kaden and Andrea had spent a lot of time at Eidolon's brother Lore's Italian house he shared with his mate, an ex-angel named Idess.
Kaden reached out and tucked her hair behind one ear, more of an excuse to touch her than anything. "So hanging out with these people has you jonesing to become one of them?"
"It's made me realize that I can do a lot of good if I'm stronger and harder to kill. It also means I can spend more time with you." She cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb lightly over his skin. "Well, what do you think?"
"I think I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So yeah, I'll make sure we have really long lives." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Though you might come to regret that."
Her laughter buzzed through him, all the way to his soul. "I told you I'm through with being a quitter. You're stuck with me, buddy. For eternity."
He wrapped his arms around her and sealed his lips to hers. "I'm ready for eternity, Andrea," he whispered. "Ready when you are."
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times best-selling author Larissa Ione grew up reading Stephen King, Jack London, and Dean Koontz. She began writing horror and fantasy, but during her enlistment in the U.S. Air Force, she learned to love romance.
She now writes sexy, gritty paranormal romance for Grand Central Publishing and Kensington Books, steamy contemporary romance for Red Sage and Samhain, and erotic fantasy romance under the name Sydney Croft (with Stephanie Tyler), for Random House.
She is also lucky enough to write full time, which is a blessing given her husband's very mobile military career. Though she considers the Pacific Northwest to be her home, she has lived all over the world and currently resides in Wisconsin. For more information about Larissa and other books in the Demonica series, please visit her at:
www.LarissaIone.com
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