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womb, pushing her higher and closer to climax.
Her teeth pierced the flesh of his palm and his blood splashed hot in her mouth. The taste of him had another hunger raging to instant, demanding life, but there was no vein in his palm and the flow of blood was sluggish. Whimpering with frustration, she sucked on him.
His breath hissed out and then he tugged on his hand. She let go with a mewl, but then his hand cupped over the back of her head, guiding her mouth to his neck.
At the feel of his pulse against her lips, her control shattered. Her fangs sank into his neck as he sank into her pussy and as she started to feed, they both began to climax.
His cock jerked viciously inside her and her pussy clutched spasmodically around him, trying to hold him inside as he pumped his cock in and out of her sheath. The fast, hard rhythm had her climaxing again, barely a breath away from the last one and then he arched against her, driving upward and inward, until he couldn’t possibly go any deeper.
And then, as her mouth slid from his neck, he started to laugh, a low, shaky chuckle as he sank to his knees, her thighs still wrapped around his hips.
“I find my mate—damn near get her killed, and then I fuck her in a closet while her sister is unconscious just a few feet away,” he muttered.
Jenai’s lips twitched. “You’re amused.”
His chest moved against hers as he continued to laugh softly. “Oh, I’m well beyond amused—this is in the realm of insanity.”
His laughter died and she felt her heart flip over in her chest as he lowered his head, finding her mouth unerringly in the near dark. It was a slow, gentle kiss—tender and sweet.
Tears stung her eyes by the time he pulled away, and suddenly, she was glad there was hardly any light. In the darkness, she could pretend to hide…just a little.
* * * * *
They showered separately. Ronan knew, just by the way she had gone so silent and still, that she needed a few moments to think.
To think… What in the hell was going on inside that pale blonde head of hers?
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. There was so much they didn’t know about each other, but they both knew the important things. They knew each other’s hearts and souls. That was why mated pairs often spent so much time in the realms of dreams before they found each other in real life.
And he knew Jenai, to the very core of her being, would rebel against anything else that seemed to happen to her outside of her choice. Fate, destiny—life itself had taken too many choices from her. Born different, she had been destined from birth to be a hunter of evil.
He knew her parents had been taken from her, victims of a brutal murder.
Everywhere she went, it was because her instincts demanded it. Not because she chose to.
And then he’d entered her life. Although he wouldn’t change that for all the world, he knew she must be frustrated by it.
He finished drying his hair with the threadbare towel as he crossed the room. The hotel was an older one—the windows could be opened by a crank unit and he’d opened both the windows and the sliding glass door at the back of the unit.
The cool spring air blew through, helping clear the scent of sex from the room. He couldn’t focus if he kept smelling that, the ripe, musky smells of passion and heat. He’d hated washing her scent from his body, but he knew damn well that he was having a hard time concentrating right now anyway. He didn’t need another distraction.
As the scents of sex faded, he stared out the window, waiting for the shower to stop running. The water had to have gone cold by now.
Hiding from me again, Jenai?
As though in answer to his silent question, the water turned off. She started to move around in the bathroom and Ronan tugged on the T-shirt she had tossed at him. It was too snug, although he knew it would hang on her like a damn dress.
But he needed cloth between them right now. Some barrier as they tried to come to grips with how
Her teeth pierced the flesh of his palm and his blood splashed hot in her mouth. The taste of him had another hunger raging to instant, demanding life, but there was no vein in his palm and the flow of blood was sluggish. Whimpering with frustration, she sucked on him.
His breath hissed out and then he tugged on his hand. She let go with a mewl, but then his hand cupped over the back of her head, guiding her mouth to his neck.
At the feel of his pulse against her lips, her control shattered. Her fangs sank into his neck as he sank into her pussy and as she started to feed, they both began to climax.
His cock jerked viciously inside her and her pussy clutched spasmodically around him, trying to hold him inside as he pumped his cock in and out of her sheath. The fast, hard rhythm had her climaxing again, barely a breath away from the last one and then he arched against her, driving upward and inward, until he couldn’t possibly go any deeper.
And then, as her mouth slid from his neck, he started to laugh, a low, shaky chuckle as he sank to his knees, her thighs still wrapped around his hips.
“I find my mate—damn near get her killed, and then I fuck her in a closet while her sister is unconscious just a few feet away,” he muttered.
Jenai’s lips twitched. “You’re amused.”
His chest moved against hers as he continued to laugh softly. “Oh, I’m well beyond amused—this is in the realm of insanity.”
His laughter died and she felt her heart flip over in her chest as he lowered his head, finding her mouth unerringly in the near dark. It was a slow, gentle kiss—tender and sweet.
Tears stung her eyes by the time he pulled away, and suddenly, she was glad there was hardly any light. In the darkness, she could pretend to hide…just a little.
* * * * *
They showered separately. Ronan knew, just by the way she had gone so silent and still, that she needed a few moments to think.
To think… What in the hell was going on inside that pale blonde head of hers?
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. There was so much they didn’t know about each other, but they both knew the important things. They knew each other’s hearts and souls. That was why mated pairs often spent so much time in the realms of dreams before they found each other in real life.
And he knew Jenai, to the very core of her being, would rebel against anything else that seemed to happen to her outside of her choice. Fate, destiny—life itself had taken too many choices from her. Born different, she had been destined from birth to be a hunter of evil.
He knew her parents had been taken from her, victims of a brutal murder.
Everywhere she went, it was because her instincts demanded it. Not because she chose to.
And then he’d entered her life. Although he wouldn’t change that for all the world, he knew she must be frustrated by it.
He finished drying his hair with the threadbare towel as he crossed the room. The hotel was an older one—the windows could be opened by a crank unit and he’d opened both the windows and the sliding glass door at the back of the unit.
The cool spring air blew through, helping clear the scent of sex from the room. He couldn’t focus if he kept smelling that, the ripe, musky smells of passion and heat. He’d hated washing her scent from his body, but he knew damn well that he was having a hard time concentrating right now anyway. He didn’t need another distraction.
As the scents of sex faded, he stared out the window, waiting for the shower to stop running. The water had to have gone cold by now.
Hiding from me again, Jenai?
As though in answer to his silent question, the water turned off. She started to move around in the bathroom and Ronan tugged on the T-shirt she had tossed at him. It was too snug, although he knew it would hang on her like a damn dress.
But he needed cloth between them right now. Some barrier as they tried to come to grips with how
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