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easing into her and pulling her back against him, aching too much to wait. He groaned the same time she moaned when she tightened herself around him.
He pulled out slowly, when she growled. “Faster,” she moaned, arching.
Tyroz chuckled and slipped his still slick fingers over her clitoris while he moved, still slowly. She moaned and opened her legs wider. Her inner muscles clenched around him and she began to pant.
“Tyroz…faster.”
“Antask, call me Antask.”
“Antask!” She came, moaning his name and clutching his arms enough to draw blood. He slammed himself into her, gripping her hips tight and growling when she sucked him in. He wrapped her dreadlocks around his hand and pulled her head back, kissing her deeply while she came. Sweat slid down her face and in between her breasts, making his cock harden.
This beautiful creature is going to undo me.
She cried out when he put pressure on her clitoris, and rested her head on his shoulder while she moaned.
Tyroz moved faster, watching her breasts bounce and her nipples rub against the wall, her perk nipples hardening with each second. When she reached between her legs and touched his balls, he couldn’t hold in his pleasure as she rolled them in her palm and squeezed them gently. He slammed into her, his balls tightening as he shot himself into her heat as she came again. He groaned, unable to breathe as she continued to milk him until he had nothing left.
Chapter One
At the sound of Tyroz’s deep voice, Alara crouched down behind an overgrown bush, her dagger already in her hand. She waited.
Tyroz came into view, his guards flanking him as always and she felt her heart speed up with anticipation slightly. He looked the same as always—tall, well built with brown-black long hair.
Alara crept closer until she was within jumping distance and waited.
“Yes, my Lord. I understand. Of course, I will send them down right away.”
My Lord? Alara wondered who he was speaking to. He wasn’t known for being polite to anyone. It was why most hated him and wanted him dead. Including herself.
“Of course I will be here when you arrive. Yes, my Lord.” Tyroz hung up and rubbed his eyes. He turned to face his guards. “Find Saugner and Shifter and go to Lord Theraux’s home.”
Lord Theraux? Why would Tyroz have business with him? He despises the man.
“Yes Master Tyroz.” The guard bowed before turning and leaving. The others followed close behind, leaving Tyroz alone.
He went back to rubbing his eyes before he pocketed the phone.
Alara struck, jumping from her hiding spot and knocking him to the ground. Straddling him, she raised her dagger with both hands, ready to strike. Tyroz gripped her hips with his large hands and she froze, her body coming alive when she remembered the night they had been together forty-five years ago.
Tyroz had held her hips the same way back then while he drove himself into her with hard and long strokes that had left her breathless for more.
Alara let out a long breath, feeling as though it had happened a few hours before instead of forty-five years ago.
The crunch of leaves and snap of twigs sent Alara on high alert, but she wasn’t fast enough to respond when she saw two vampires raise their daggers and throw them at her.
Tyroz flipped her over and jumped up. There were grunts of pain and sounds of a fight before everything became silent. Alara hadn’t even had time to steady her breathing.
She rolled over, pushed herself to her feet and glanced at the dead bodies of the vampires on the floor, recognising them to be assassins, just like her. She looked at Tyroz who watched her with interest. She groaned loudly and covered her face with her hands.
“The last time we were together, you couldn’t wait to jump into my arms. What changed?”
“Don’t mock me, Tyroz. You know what changed, and now I’m in your bloody debt because of one stupid moment.” Alara could have kicked herself for messing
He pulled out slowly, when she growled. “Faster,” she moaned, arching.
Tyroz chuckled and slipped his still slick fingers over her clitoris while he moved, still slowly. She moaned and opened her legs wider. Her inner muscles clenched around him and she began to pant.
“Tyroz…faster.”
“Antask, call me Antask.”
“Antask!” She came, moaning his name and clutching his arms enough to draw blood. He slammed himself into her, gripping her hips tight and growling when she sucked him in. He wrapped her dreadlocks around his hand and pulled her head back, kissing her deeply while she came. Sweat slid down her face and in between her breasts, making his cock harden.
This beautiful creature is going to undo me.
She cried out when he put pressure on her clitoris, and rested her head on his shoulder while she moaned.
Tyroz moved faster, watching her breasts bounce and her nipples rub against the wall, her perk nipples hardening with each second. When she reached between her legs and touched his balls, he couldn’t hold in his pleasure as she rolled them in her palm and squeezed them gently. He slammed into her, his balls tightening as he shot himself into her heat as she came again. He groaned, unable to breathe as she continued to milk him until he had nothing left.
Chapter One
At the sound of Tyroz’s deep voice, Alara crouched down behind an overgrown bush, her dagger already in her hand. She waited.
Tyroz came into view, his guards flanking him as always and she felt her heart speed up with anticipation slightly. He looked the same as always—tall, well built with brown-black long hair.
Alara crept closer until she was within jumping distance and waited.
“Yes, my Lord. I understand. Of course, I will send them down right away.”
My Lord? Alara wondered who he was speaking to. He wasn’t known for being polite to anyone. It was why most hated him and wanted him dead. Including herself.
“Of course I will be here when you arrive. Yes, my Lord.” Tyroz hung up and rubbed his eyes. He turned to face his guards. “Find Saugner and Shifter and go to Lord Theraux’s home.”
Lord Theraux? Why would Tyroz have business with him? He despises the man.
“Yes Master Tyroz.” The guard bowed before turning and leaving. The others followed close behind, leaving Tyroz alone.
He went back to rubbing his eyes before he pocketed the phone.
Alara struck, jumping from her hiding spot and knocking him to the ground. Straddling him, she raised her dagger with both hands, ready to strike. Tyroz gripped her hips with his large hands and she froze, her body coming alive when she remembered the night they had been together forty-five years ago.
Tyroz had held her hips the same way back then while he drove himself into her with hard and long strokes that had left her breathless for more.
Alara let out a long breath, feeling as though it had happened a few hours before instead of forty-five years ago.
The crunch of leaves and snap of twigs sent Alara on high alert, but she wasn’t fast enough to respond when she saw two vampires raise their daggers and throw them at her.
Tyroz flipped her over and jumped up. There were grunts of pain and sounds of a fight before everything became silent. Alara hadn’t even had time to steady her breathing.
She rolled over, pushed herself to her feet and glanced at the dead bodies of the vampires on the floor, recognising them to be assassins, just like her. She looked at Tyroz who watched her with interest. She groaned loudly and covered her face with her hands.
“The last time we were together, you couldn’t wait to jump into my arms. What changed?”
“Don’t mock me, Tyroz. You know what changed, and now I’m in your bloody debt because of one stupid moment.” Alara could have kicked herself for messing
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