“Let go, Trouble. I’ve got you,” he commands, his voice rough as he drives into me harder. “Come for me. Come all over me.”
The tension snaps, pleasure exploding through my body in waves that make me cry and claw at Heat’s shoulders, breaking skin.
Heat’s growl is primal as I feel him tense above me, his own release triggered by my body’s reaction. He bites down on my shoulder—hard enough to leave a mark but not break skin—as he empties himself inside me, his hips jerking with each pulse. The sensation of him filling me sends another wave of pleasure rippling through my body.
“Fuck,” he pants against my neck, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I don’t mind. I want to feel every inch of him against me, on me, in me.
We stay this way for several minutes, our breathing gradually slowing, our bodies still connected. It’s something I’ll never forget.
Heat finally lifts his head, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip.
“You should have told me, McKenna,” he says, brushing wet strands of hair from my face. His voice is gentler now, but there’s still an edge to it. “I hurt you.”
“I wanted you to hurt me,” I whisper, still holding onto him for dear life. “Everything we just did, I wanted. More than you could ever imagine.”
Heat studies me for a long moment, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for any sign of regret. When he finds none,his expression softens slightly, though that dangerous edge never fully disappears.
“You’re something else, you know that?” He rolls to his side, taking me with him so we’re facing each other, still intimately connected. I can feel him softening inside me, but he makes no move to withdraw. “You’re unlike anyone else, McKenna.”
I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm. “What can I say, I like being different from others.”
“No shit.” He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You sure you’re good with what just happened? There’s no going back now.”
“More than sure.” I give him a beaming smile. “Question is, are you?”
“Damn right, Trouble, you’re mine. I ain’t ever letting you go.”
SEVENTEEN
MCKENNA
“So, Tarron is the one after me?” I ask, disbelieving, lying in Heat’s arms.
It’s after two more blissful, orgasmic rounds of sex where Heat not only took his time, giving attention to my breasts, sucking, toying, pinching my nipples, but also devouring my pussy. I lost count of how many orgasms I had.
It’s also after falling asleep and sleeping like the dead pressed up against him. Waking up in his arms is even better than I thought it would be, and I thought it would be amazing. It’s not only amazing, it’s world-altering.
Blissful even, and I’m not talking about the orgasm he gave me upon waking me with his mouth and finishing me off with his cock inside me.
It’s now when I’m relaxed into a puddle of goo in his arms, and he just finished telling me about what he’d done last night. I should be freaked out about the fact he cut some vampire’s fingers off and yanked his fangs out, but I’m not. Heat hadsimply been doing what he needed to get the information the vampire had.
What did freak me out was that he contacted Leon and found out about Tarron.
Tarron was a customer at Leon’s Essence. I thought of him as a friend. Sure, he asked me out a few times, but he didn’t seem pissed or unhappy with my answer when I declined his offers. I explain to him that it was against policy for employees to date clientele. It wasn’t a lie. Leon didn’t want a bunch of jealous boyfriends or husbands coming into his establishment causing scenes. The girls who did have spouses and significant others knew the score.
“I take it from the sound of your voice, you don’t believe it’s Tarron after you?” Heat says in question.
“I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea of him stalking me. I mean, why?”
“Don’t know why, but I can take a guess?”
“What?” I lift my head off his chest and stare at him, waiting.
“He knew about your gifts. Knew you were powerful and don’t have complete control of it. Send you into a panic, you’ll unravel, do something that would break you, give him the chance to take control and enslave you to him.”
Heat’s words freak me out beyond measure. I don’t know what to do with it all. I mean, seriously. Why would he want to enslave me?
“Why would he want to enslave me?” I ask, voicing my thoughts. “I mean, I’m not anything special.”