Brynleigh arched her back, delighting in Ryker’s ragged exhale as her nipples brushed his chest. Her hand slipped between them, and she trailed her fingers over his already-hard cock.
“This,” she breathed. “You.”
His eyes darkened above her. “You have me, love. I am yours, and you can do with me as you wish. Say the word, and I’ll do it. I would do anything for you.”
He’d proven that to her time and time again.
Her fangs ached, and before she could think twice about her request—or take it back—she breathed, “I want to bite you.”
This was the one thing they’d yet to share, the one act reserved for only the most intimate of relationships. She’d never bitten anyone before. The fridge was stocked with blood, but it wasn’this.
A rumble rolled through Ryker’s chest, and his length hardened against her stomach.
It pleased her to no end that the thought excited him as well.
“By the Obsidian Sands, yes.” He practically growled thewords as he arched his head, exposing the long column of his neck to her. “Of course, you can bite me. Go ahead, little vampire. I’m yours. Use me.”
So, she did.
She laced one hand behind him, pulling him to her. Threading the other through his hair, she kissed his neck.
He groaned, and the sound was all the encouragement she needed.
Brynleigh drew back her lips, and without a moment’s hesitation, she sank her fangs into his throat.
At the first taste of Ryker’s blood, Brynleigh knew she was done for.
How had she lived without this before? He tasted like a storm. Crisp and dark and powerful. With each sip, she drowned in his essence. There was a depth to his blood that she’d never experienced.
Thiswas heaven. It was little wonder that vampires of old had spent their lives defending their right to Sources and drinking from the vein. This was addicting.
Brynleigh had never done anything so enjoyable in her entire life.
And then Rykermoaned. The sound was pure pleasure as it slipped from his lips.
“I want you,” he murmured.
In response, she parted her legs.
He sank into her heat with ease as she drank from him. She took him to the hilt, and both of them stilled. Pleasure, unlike anything she had ever known, ran through her. It was almost too much, drinking from him while he was sheathed within her.
Had she thought she was in heaven before?
She’d been mistaken.
Brynleigh had never known true pleasure. Not until that very moment. Nothing in the world could top this; nothing could make her feel better than she did right now.
A strangled groan came from above her. “Gods, you feel so fucking good.”
Good was an understatement. This waseverything.
Brynleigh couldn’t respond, not with her fangs in his neck, but she lifted her hips in encouragement for him to move.
He did exactly that.
Ryker had already proven himself to be a skilled lover, not that she’d ever doubted his abilities, but this…
He didn’t just make love to her.