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As if plucking the thought directly from her mind, he did
just that. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth.

Allegra came apart. The orgasm barreled over her, robbing
her of rational thought. All she could do was feel, ride the wave of pleasure
as her body sang. Moisture gathered between her thighs. The heavy scent of
arousal beat in the air.

“I love watching you come for me.”

His teeth scraped at her neck, nipping yet never breaking
the skin. Frustrated, Allegra almost groaned. She wanted him to pierce her, to
take her blood and fuck her with his cock.

Grasping handfuls of his hair, she pulled his head up so
they were eye to eye. He had beautiful eyes, her druid. Midnight-blue
bottomless pools that danced with heat and hunger and possession.

“No more waiting. Fuck me, druid. Take what you want.”

He licked his lips. Droplets of moisture lingered and she
wanted to lean forward and lick them clean.

“Mine, Allegra. I’m going to take what is mine.”

She nodded. There wasn’t a point in denying it any longer.
She’d left a trail of psychic breadcrumbs across the world, leading him here.
She’d made peace with her past and herself. Three hundred years was a long time
to run from the one thing she needed—her druid, her mate, her Master.

He gripped the edges of her corset and ripped, tearing the
material apart. Her breasts spilled out into his hands. He molded them
together, kneaded, heating her blood, starting another fire in her gut. But he
didn’t linger, his touches were frantic, furious, as if he needed to fuck her
as badly as she wanted him to.

His nimble fingers unbuttoned her leather pants and dragged
the zipper down. Metal grating on metal rasped into the silence, mingled with
their labored breathing and the waves crashing onto the shore.

He dipped his hands inside the leather to touch her clit.
Skin-to-skin contact made her throw back her head and gasp. His touch was just
as she remembered—electrifying.

“Take these off.”

His gravelly tone was another indication of his growing
arousal. Not wanting to wait any longer or disappoint him, she pushed her hands
into the waistband of the leather pants and shoved them down.

She watched as he unbuttoned his own pants and pushed them
past his hips. Like her, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock sprang
forward, long, thick and hard. The head glistened with pre-cum. He stroked his
hands up and down, moving the foreskin back and forth.

She watched, bit down on her lip. Tiny pinpricks of blood
welled from the broken skin.

His feral growl startled her for one brief moment. Unable to
control the beast before her, and not really wanting to, she gasped as his body
slammed against hers. Palming her ass, he lifted her, wrapped her legs around
his waist and pushed his cock inside her.

It only took one shove for him to fill her pussy. She was so
wet, dripping, yet still he stretched her. The feeling of fullness, of delicate
pressure as she adjusted to his size, stole her breath.

Her fingernails clawed as his shoulders, dug deep, drew
blood. “Fuck me, druid. No more waiting. Fuck me. Claim me. Possess me.”

She rolled her hips, forcing him even farther inside her
cunt. He didn’t deny her. His hips pistoned forward, slamming her body into the
glass.

In and out. In and out. His cock rubbed against her G-spot,
his pubic bone brushed her clit.

He fucked her hard and fast, possessing her with his cock.

“Yes, yes, just like that. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” She
whimpered, moaned, begged, unable to think of anything but the druid and the
delicious orgasm building in her womb.

His tongue snaked out and licked the blood from her lips.
His hand shot to her throat, immobilizing her head. She should have been scared
but he didn’t squeeze.

Instead he looked into her eyes and whispered, “Mine.”

He swept his head down and she held her breath, waiting. His
fangs pierced her vein in a blinding flash of white-hot pain and blazing
desire. He forced his mind into hers, breaking down her carefully erected
barriers.

She was powerless as he merged their minds. She saw his
search for her, his quest to find the woman who’d possessed his soul from the
minute she walked into the clearing offering him the dark gift.

Flashes of his despair and anger at her leaving pierced her
heart. He didn’t just want to possess her in the way she had known centuries
ago, he loved her and that love burned pure and bright in his dark heart. His
need for her shone like a blazing inferno.

He couldn’t speak the words but he’d shown her his love. And
what a glorious love it was. How could she run from this, from him, now?

The erotic pull of his lips abated. His fangs retracted. He
lifted his head. His lips were flushed with her blood.

“Drink from me, Allegra. Let me feed you. Let me be what you
need.”

He loosened his grip on her neck and rolled his hips,
pushing his cock to the hilt, reminding her that they were still joined. He
tilted his head to the side, offering himself to her.

Her fangs sprouted from her gums. Bloodlust beat heavily in
her veins, matching the aching beat of her clit.

“Yes…” Pressing her mouth to his vein, she struck. Blood
spilled into her mouth, hot, rich decadent, powerful. It felt like drinking the
sweetest nectar, tasted so much better than the blood of mortals.

As she drew his blood into her body, his cock pounded into
her pussy. The erotic penetration of his blood and his cock sent her body into
orgasmic bliss. Her pussy clenched. The world receded as she came. Wave after
wave crashed over her. She felt him stiffen, slam inside her and follow her
over the edge, pumping her body full of his seed.

She retracted her fangs and rested her head on his shoulder.
He cradled her body against his and she felt safe, warm, possessed in the best
possible way. She hadn’t known it could be like this.

After what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew from her
body, lifting her gently, and laying her on the rug. The ocean outside the
window continued to roll and crash, but strangely, she felt calm, all turmoil
gone. Kyrian joined her on the rug and she resisted the urge to purr as his
body curled around hers.

He brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I know why you ran
from me.”

Blinking, she focused on her mate. “What?” Confusion filled
her mind.

“I know what happened in Rome.”

Although she’d come to terms with her past, she felt
ashamed. She’d been nothing but a slave pandering to the whims of her Master,
putting up with daily abuse for no other reason than being a woman. Even now,
it still hurt to think about it.

She tried to pull out of his embrace but he wouldn’t allow
it. Instead he tightened his hold and bathed her mind in more warmth. She
really wanted to know how he’d learned that trick.

“I never wanted to own you in the literal sense. I never
wanted you to be a doormat. I just wanted you to be mine.” He snorted. “I’ll
admit, puffing up my chest and resorting to intense sexual blackmail probably
wasn’t the best route but I just wanted you to see we belong together. It was
the only way I knew how to keep you by my side.”

Allegra smiled. “I think you failed with that.”

He stroked her hair and laughed. “I guess I did.”

It was her turn to make a confession. “I saw what you were
becoming, I saw the power you were gaining and I panicked. I saw you growing
stronger, physically and magically. I couldn’t control you. I loved you so
much. I felt like you would consume me and I couldn’t go through that again, I
wouldn’t give up my independence for anyone.”

She sighed. “And at the time, it felt like you would
eventually take my freedom. I wouldn’t be Allegra Augusta anymore, I’d be some
woman who served you. A toy, a possession for you to play with whenever you saw
fit.”

Silence lengthened between them. She listened to the gentle
crash of the ocean. The elements had calmed after Kyrian released his anger.

“You could never be my slave. You are too powerful. You
underestimate yourself. You can shut me out if you really want. It will never
be like it was before, Allegra. I love you too much to break you as they did.”

He stroked her hair in slow, soothing motions. She found it
comforting, endearing that a man so strong could be so tender.

“I guess we are more Mistress and Master then.”

He chuckled. “I guess we are. I love you, Allegra. I’ve
loved you for almost a thousand years and I’ll love you for another thousand.
Promise me you won’t leave again.”

She smiled. It felt so good to finally be claimed by her
mate. It didn’t feel like slavery. In fact, she felt free. “I promise never to
leave you again.”

And she meant it.

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