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writhing on the bed , hand fisted around his straining cock. The aphrodisiacal powder the wizard had sprinkled liberally on his food had worked beyond her imaginings.
He would not resist her , however much he respected her father and wished to earn his place at court through his own merits.
“Get out!” he gritted between jaws clenching so hard that his teeth ground loudly.
Inanna’s thighs rubbed together , smearing evidence of the desire trickling from her body. She smiled , congratulating herself for choosing so well. The warrior’s strong body would pleasure her endlessly and father a ferocious child.
Muscles flexed along his taut abdomen as he rutted into his hand. His thick flanks tensed , carved into relief by moonlight gleaming on sweat as he pulsed helplessly.
That he was handsome—curling dark hair , a strong , masculine jaw, and thin , sensual lips—only added to her delight.
Inanna stepped closer , reaching out to trail her fingertips slowly from his ankle , moving upward.
His powerful leg trembled—but he didn’t command her to stop. When she reached his upper thigh , she paused to unfasten the brooch holding her gown at her shoulder. It slithered to the floor.
His ravenous gaze swept her body in an almost physical caress , halting to examine her distended nipples and her glistening sex. Although the flush staining his cheeks said he was embarrassed by his lack of self-control , his fist ground up and down his cock faster.
“Let me soothe you,” she whispered. “Use my body , my woman’s furrow , to slake your lust. No one will know.”
His lips lifted in a feral snarl.
She took no offense , knowing his show of resistance was false because of the desperation glittering in his eyes.
She smoothed both hands around his fist and knelt on the bed to come over him , her eager lips opening to swallow the tip of his cock.
This time she would use just her mouth for seduction. His respite would be short. When the heat rose again , he’d be forced to accept the relief she offered.
How delicious he was , how glorious would be her satisfaction when her sister cried over the loss of his affections.
With effort, Alex pulled away his hand and opened his eyes.
Inanna gave him a quizzical glance.
“Too much to drink. Forgive me,” he said quickly.
Her light, sultry laughter lifted the hairs on the back of his neck.
A tall dark Cajun sidled up beside her, gave Alex a searing glare, and leaned down to whisper in Inanna’s ear.
Her glance swept over Alex again, and her lips formed a disappointed pout before she turned and slipped her arm inside the curved elbow of her ever loyal paramour—Pasqual.
Alex let out a deep, relieved breath. He gave himself a stern admonition not to let his arrogance lead him into danger in this court of intrigue.
He slowly circled the room, fighting his own impatience. When he reached the library, he noted a rustling coming fromthe bathroom, so he headed straight for the French doors and let himself out into the garden, where he breathed in the honeysuckle and rose-scented air, grateful for the respite from the heavy, murky air inside. The scent of sex and blood had become so thick that he thought it would permeate his clothing and his skin. He hated the decadence. Hated the lack of restraint and respect.
Not that he didn’t understand the underlying lusts that ruled all vampires or that he didn’t seek his own liaisons to satisfy them. But he could measure a creature’s strength of character in how he approached assuaging those hungers.
Indiscriminate feeding and sex took no imagination. Taught no lessons.
Perhaps his view had been skewed by spending centuries with a former monk. Lately, however, he’d acted on instincts, on those insidious hungers. Taking Chessa might have been planned, but he’d gloried in the ease with which the act had finally happened.
And then Sarah, whom he’d only meant to protect in that dark alley. What had started as a bite,
He would not resist her , however much he respected her father and wished to earn his place at court through his own merits.
“Get out!” he gritted between jaws clenching so hard that his teeth ground loudly.
Inanna’s thighs rubbed together , smearing evidence of the desire trickling from her body. She smiled , congratulating herself for choosing so well. The warrior’s strong body would pleasure her endlessly and father a ferocious child.
Muscles flexed along his taut abdomen as he rutted into his hand. His thick flanks tensed , carved into relief by moonlight gleaming on sweat as he pulsed helplessly.
That he was handsome—curling dark hair , a strong , masculine jaw, and thin , sensual lips—only added to her delight.
Inanna stepped closer , reaching out to trail her fingertips slowly from his ankle , moving upward.
His powerful leg trembled—but he didn’t command her to stop. When she reached his upper thigh , she paused to unfasten the brooch holding her gown at her shoulder. It slithered to the floor.
His ravenous gaze swept her body in an almost physical caress , halting to examine her distended nipples and her glistening sex. Although the flush staining his cheeks said he was embarrassed by his lack of self-control , his fist ground up and down his cock faster.
“Let me soothe you,” she whispered. “Use my body , my woman’s furrow , to slake your lust. No one will know.”
His lips lifted in a feral snarl.
She took no offense , knowing his show of resistance was false because of the desperation glittering in his eyes.
She smoothed both hands around his fist and knelt on the bed to come over him , her eager lips opening to swallow the tip of his cock.
This time she would use just her mouth for seduction. His respite would be short. When the heat rose again , he’d be forced to accept the relief she offered.
How delicious he was , how glorious would be her satisfaction when her sister cried over the loss of his affections.
With effort, Alex pulled away his hand and opened his eyes.
Inanna gave him a quizzical glance.
“Too much to drink. Forgive me,” he said quickly.
Her light, sultry laughter lifted the hairs on the back of his neck.
A tall dark Cajun sidled up beside her, gave Alex a searing glare, and leaned down to whisper in Inanna’s ear.
Her glance swept over Alex again, and her lips formed a disappointed pout before she turned and slipped her arm inside the curved elbow of her ever loyal paramour—Pasqual.
Alex let out a deep, relieved breath. He gave himself a stern admonition not to let his arrogance lead him into danger in this court of intrigue.
He slowly circled the room, fighting his own impatience. When he reached the library, he noted a rustling coming fromthe bathroom, so he headed straight for the French doors and let himself out into the garden, where he breathed in the honeysuckle and rose-scented air, grateful for the respite from the heavy, murky air inside. The scent of sex and blood had become so thick that he thought it would permeate his clothing and his skin. He hated the decadence. Hated the lack of restraint and respect.
Not that he didn’t understand the underlying lusts that ruled all vampires or that he didn’t seek his own liaisons to satisfy them. But he could measure a creature’s strength of character in how he approached assuaging those hungers.
Indiscriminate feeding and sex took no imagination. Taught no lessons.
Perhaps his view had been skewed by spending centuries with a former monk. Lately, however, he’d acted on instincts, on those insidious hungers. Taking Chessa might have been planned, but he’d gloried in the ease with which the act had finally happened.
And then Sarah, whom he’d only meant to protect in that dark alley. What had started as a bite,
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