The Warrior Vampire (27 page)

No! Not yet.
Clarity returned to once again blow the drunkenness from her mind. “Wait.” Her own voice sounded foreign in her ears. Every inch of her, every cell, was infused with magic. Naya let her eyes drift shut as she focused the power to funnel through her into Ronan, past his skin and into his veins.

“Fucking hell!” Ronan shouted. His fingers dug into her hips. His cock hardened and pulsed, rubbing against her clit through the dampened lace with every thrust of his hips. The foreign magic inside of him pushed at Naya's intrusion, resisting the power she funneled into him. She pushed back, harder, sending it back to the darkest part of Ronan's being, where she forced it to sleep.
One battle at a time.

Ronan rose up and brought his mouth to Naya's. The kiss was furious and demanding as his tongue thrust into her mouth. He kept his palms wrapped around her hips, guiding them to rock over his erection. Naya itched to let her fingers dive into the thick locks of his hair, but she resisted.
Focus, damn it.

But gods, he made her feel so good!

*   *   *

Ronan didn't know what she was doing to him or how she was doing it. But one thing was certain: He wanted
more
.

His cock was like a steel rod between his legs, swollen and throbbing. Just the thought of having her hands on him caused the blood to heat to a painful level in his veins. But the moment she'd laid her palms to his chest, the fiery heat abated to a warm, tingling glow that ignited every nerve ending on his body.

“Oh, gods, Naya. Do that again.”

The scrap of lacy fabric that separated their bodies was a tease that frustrated him to the point that his teeth gnashed together. Wet, and so hot, the contact was just a taste of what he could expect when he sank his cock inside of her. Death would be a paltry price to pay for such a sweet reward.

Her fingertips danced over his skin from his chest to his torso. Naya let her head fall back, and the silky curls of her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her lips parted with her shallow breaths and his gaze was drawn to her full breasts. The erect nipples were a rosy brown in the low light of the bedroom and straining toward him as Naya arched her back in invitation of his touch. Sparks ignited on his flesh, the same rose and gold glow that infused her skin. Ronan continued to rock his hips, shallow thrusts that frustrated more than satisfied him. He sealed his mouth over one nipple and Naya started in his grasp, a low moan vibrating through her as he swirled his tongue over the pearled peak and sucked.

Her skin tasted like spun sugar, sweet with the barest tingle as the residual magic touched his tongue. Ronan seized her by the waist. Naya let out a quiet squeal as he hoisted her up and settled back on the pillows, adjusting her position so she sat on his chest. Guiding her legs up beside her, his palms caressed a path to the tops of her thighs. “You smell so good.” His tongue flicked out at her sex through the lace of her underwear. A tortured groan rumbled in his chest. “You taste
so
good.”

“Ronan.” The word was a desperate gasp. He flicked out with his tongue once again and her thighs trembled against him. “Not yet. I have to be sure it worked.”

“Oh, love. It
did
.” He had no idea what she was saying, but he'd agree to anything she wanted.

She looked down at him, her brow furrowed. Concern rippled through the tether. This wasn't simply teasing erotic play. She was truly trying to do something to him. “I'm serious, Ronan.” A sensual grin curved her full mouth. “I can't risk you getting hurt.”

Her eyes were glazed and slow to track, but her words were sharp and clear. Coupling with Naya—even relatively innocent contact—seemed to have a powerful effect on her. Power built and sizzled in the space between them. His mate was truly extraordinary.

“Tell me what you need from me.” A sly grin tugged at his mouth as Ronan traced the pad of his finger over the barely concealed pearl of her clit. Naya's breath caught and her gaze went liquid. Gods, he loved her responsiveness.

“The troth,” she said on a gasp. He continued to pet her, rapt with her reaction. “I'm using magic to block it.” A low moan followed the words and his cock jumped at the sound as though trained to respond. “Is it working?”

Clever witch.
She'd used her magic to thwart Siobhan.

“The only pain I feel is my aching cock,” he said with a grin. “And the only death I'll suffer will be at your hands if you don't let me taste your gorgeous pussy again and fuck you until sundown.”

A rush of pure lust replaced the earlier anxiety he'd felt from her. It went straight to his head, damn near shutting down his brain completely. Naya had reduced him to an animal with base needs. Ones that demanded to be met. Now.

“Tell me the truth, Ronan.” She leaned back, bracing her arms on his thighs.
Ah, gods!
The angle gave him an unhindered view of the soft flesh he sought. Barely concealed by the transparent lace, her swollen bud protruded from between her glistening lips. “I need to be sure.”

“Can't you feel it?” It was time that she quit relying on only what her eyes and ears told her. They were connected on a much deeper level than that. “All you have to do is reach through the tether and you'll know.”

She cocked her head to one side and her eyes narrowed. Ronan reveled in the weight of her atop his chest, the warmth of her body as he used his fingertips to paint over the creamy skin of her inner thighs. Her power was unlike anything he'd beheld. Her body without equal. Her fire, the very spark of her soul, was like a beacon calling out to him in the darkness.

And this remarkable female, this force of nature and beauty and sex, belonged to
him
.

“I feel it, Ronan,” she said with an enigmatic smile. The expression transformed from one of bewilderment to joy. “I did it. I beat that bitch at her own game.”

Gods, how he loved a strong-willed female.

 

CHAPTER

23

Ronan trembled with need. His thirst blazed hot in his throat, but it was nothing compared to the desire that coursed through him. With Siobhan's blood troth temporarily nullified, he could enjoy Naya at his leisure. Make her truly his once and for all. How could he possibly be patient after wanting her so badly? With such raw desperation?

Restraint seemed an insurmountable obstacle. He didn't want to wait another moment. Especially when he knew that it was only a matter of time before that bastard Joaquin and his father found her. Before reality and their obligations intervened once again in a cruel effort to separate them.

With shaking fingers, Ronan grabbed either side of her underwear and gave a tug. Naya brought her hips up so he could pull it down, and the view was so gods-damned erotic that Ronan feared he'd come before he ever got a chance to sink into her. He'd never wanted anything—anyone—so badly in all the centuries of his existence.

Naya rocked back, the bare skin of her ass caressing his chest as she brought her legs together and up in front of him. Ronan paused, her underwear tangled around her knees, and swallowed down the grunt that rose in his throat.
Such a gorgeous view.

“Don't move.” He could barely push the words out.

For a moment Ronan simply stared. The sight of her, bare and on display for him alone, sent a zing of electricity through his bloodstream. Her lips were swollen and wet with arousal and her clit protruded proudly from between them. His gaze ventured lower, to her tight opening and the crease of her ass. “Fuck.” The word was nothing more than a whisper that rushed from his lungs on a ragged breath. He supported her outstretched legs with one hand and with the other traced along the crease, circled her opening with the pad of his finger, before dragging his slick finger through her lips and over her clit.

A shudder rippled through her and Naya's moan filled the quiet of her bedroom. His sac ached as it pulled up tight. A pleasant sting of pain to complement his pleasure. Naya bent her knees and he removed her underwear, inhaling the sweet scent that clung to the lace before discarding it somewhere beside him. He guided her legs to open and settled them on either side of his head. The globes of her supple ass fit perfectly in his palms as he angled her hips toward his face, opening her up to him.
Fucking beautiful.

Ronan reached up and gathered the length of her hair in his hand. He pulled it over her shoulders, letting the length fall down her chest until the silky strands brushed the swell of her breasts. His gaze locked with hers and his muscles tightened as he angled his head up toward her. With the first languid pass of his tongue, Naya cried out, her thighs shaking as he flicked out at her clit. He could spend the day in bed, teasing her like this, building her slowly to the point of abandon.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. The scrape of her nails against his scalp coaxed a chill to the surface of Ronan's skin. With the tips of his fingers still clutching the soft skin of her ass, Ronan urged her closer. He sealed his mouth over her sex, sucking, licking, nipping at her sensitive flesh. The tip of one fang nicked her labia in his fervor and a drop of blood welled to the surface of her skin. Naya sucked in a sharp breath and her body stilled above him. He hadn't meant to be careless with her. Had he hurt her?

“Oh, gods, Ronan.” The words left her mouth in a desperate, heated rush. “Are you going to bite me there?” As though she couldn't wait for a response, she answered for him, “Yes. Do it. I want you to.”

She gripped his hair tighter, the tug bringing with it the slightest bit of pain. Ronan's cock pulsed in time with his heart, bobbing against the flat of his stomach as he shifted on the bed. His fangs throbbed in his gums and his throat blazed with renewed thirst. It seemed as though there hadn't been a day since they'd met that he hadn't taken her vein, and still he wanted—needed—more.

He would never, ever get enough.

With soft, teasing strokes, he lapped at her pussy. Naya's hips thrust in a shallow rhythm as she attempted to increase the pressure against his mouth. Ronan gripped her ass, to hold her where he wanted her. She was dripping wet; an easy wiggle of her ass only managed to spread her slick warmth over his chest. Gods, he wanted it hard and urgent and messy with her. Wanted to spend his seed on her taut stomach, round ass, stripe her mound with it, and mark her as his. He wanted to fuck her as though today would be their first and only time together.

Her soft sobs of pleasure further stoked the fires of Ronan's lust, each one more ragged and desperate than the last. Her thighs vibrated as he circled her clit with his tongue and her muscles tightened. Ronan's eyes met hers and he took in the sight of her, mad with lust and her body shimmering with the rose gold hue of magic. She was close.

Ronan sealed his mouth over one swollen lip and bit down. The moment his fangs punctured the delicate flesh, Naya screamed. She threw her head back, bracing her arms on his thighs as she came. Blood flowed hot and sweet over Ronan's tongue and his fingers dug into her flesh, holding her to him as he sucked. She reached out, winding her fist in his hair once again as her hips continued to buck and roll. The world melted away as Ronan sated his thirst. The only sounds in the room were those of Naya's pleasure and his own greedy gulps as he drank from her.

His thirst wasn't even close to being sated. His need for her body built to a fever pitch that rivaled the boiling heat of the blood troth.

Her orgasm ebbed and the violent jerking thrusts of Naya's hips were now nothing more than lazy rolls. Her head hung limp on her shoulder and sweat beaded her skin, setting off the residue of magic and making her look like a luminous goddess in the presence of a lesser creature.

“Ronan.” Naya's breath came in quick pants. His gaze followed the path of her hand as she let go of his hair and clutched at her own chest. Her fingers splayed out and particles of rose and gold magic dispersed into the air like dust stirred by a breeze. “That was amazing.” Her gaze was still wild and unfocused, and a lazy smile graced her lips. “I've never felt anything like that in my entire life.”

Ronan kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other. She let out a slow, contented sigh and he kissed the apex of her pussy, just above her clit.
Mmmm.
He'd bite her there next time.

If he had a next time.

Through the warm glow that penetrated his skin, the cold foreign magic stirred in the center of his being. Though dormant for now, it was becoming harder to fight, and Ronan worried that it would only be a matter of time before the magic overtook him completely. He shoved the thought from his mind, refused to let that piece-of-shit force of dark energy take anything away from this moment with Naya.

He continued to place lazy kisses over her flesh, wishing he could lay her down and nuzzle against her thigh and sleep. If he made it out of this alive, he'd hole them up in his bedroom in L.A. and they wouldn't leave for days. Until then, Ronan needed to make every single moment with her count.

“I feel tipsy.” Giddy laughter bubbled in Naya's throat as she listed to the right. She reached down and cupped his face in her palm, her eyes wide and wondrous. “You make me drunk, Ronan. Drunk on power, and sex, and…”

“And what?” Ronan pressed.

She averted her gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. “You,” she said low. “Just
you
.”

He sensed that she'd meant to say something else, but even drunk on power, Naya didn't let her walls completely down.

Ronan wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her from his chest. He rolled them over and settled her down on the mattress while he cradled himself between her legs. The head of his cock brushed her slick center and he shuddered. “Gods, Naya. I want you.” The muscles in his ass contracted as he rolled his hips, teasing himself as he slid through her folds. He was used to rough and rowdy. Hell, he preferred it that way. But Naya was different. A quick, hard fuck wasn't what she deserved. He gnashed his teeth as he stroked himself against her sex. The urge to drive home was almost too much to resist. “I ache, I want you so badly.”