people.”
She smiled sadly and shook her head. Her braids moved around her body with the motion and brushed his arm. “How long do you think we can hold out, Rhys? Most of my people are dead from the wars, nearly all the men.” Anguish tightened her voice.
“We’re weak and highly susceptible to the domination of another Gaman tribe. It will happen eventually. The Sarthes are hardly the worst. We could bear them—”
He wound a finger around one of her braids and pulled her forward gently. He tasted her lips and she stiffened. He closed his eyes and savored her, rubbing his lips over hers slowly. “No more talk of giving in to the Sarthes,” he murmured.
She lifted her gaze to his. Unmistakable sexual heat flared there. Finding that look of desire mirroring his own lust for her tensed his muscles and hardened his cock. What he wouldn’t give to have her sweet flesh envelop him.
45
Anya Bast
* * * * *
Cerian warred with herself as Rhys lowered his mouth to hers once more, stealing all her words and her breath along with them. She knew this wasn’t a good idea, but a part of her wished for the release she knew he’d bring her and, perhaps more importantly, the blessed reprieve from all rational thought that a long, hard fuck could provide.
His lips slid over hers like silk, then the tip of his tongue feathered over them, entreating her to open to him. Pure desire shot down her spine straight to her sex. She parted her lips and he explored her mouth with his tongue. It was not a taking, but a sweet, hot savoring.
He withdrew and moved his lips over her cheek, flicking out from time to time with the tip of his tongue, until he’d trailed down her chin and throat. “You taste like crystal,” he murmured. He brushed his lips across the bare skin between her collarbone and shoulder. The hard sweep of his fangs followed.
She stiffened. “Don’t.”
She’d heard the bite of a fully Embraced Vampir was an exquisite bliss. Even the half-Vampir, the Demi, were said to bestow sexual ecstasy on their victims. If he bit her, she would part her thighs willingly for him right this very minute. Sweet Danu, she might part them for him anyway.
He froze and lifted his head. His eyes glowed with a predatory light and his fangs were extended. “You know, I’m going to have to bite you tonight. I’m also going to have to touch you. In fact, you’ll want me to touch you…intimately.”
“What?”
He smiled. “You don’t understand what will happen, do you? Granted, I can’t say for sure what it will be like. I’ve never Embraced a sidhe. No one has ever Embraced a sidhe. You’re the first marked of your kind. An aberration. But I can tell you that with a human, it’s very sexual.”
“Sexual?”
“Oh, yes. Males usually Embrace females and vice versa, unless another arrangement is preferred, simply because most of the time the two end up,” he leaned in so close she could smell his intoxicating breath, “fucking.” He gave her a sly smile and a hooded gaze.
She blinked. An Embraced’s breath was always heady. Their bodies did something with the blood they consumed, turned it into pure life force. She’d heard their breath was a lure, predator to prey. Making it easier for an Embraced to lull and take blood from a donor. As a sidhe, that part didn’t work on her.
Her desire was all natural.
She took a step back and he took a step forward, closing the distance between them again. Cerian tried to twist away, but her muscles just wouldn’t cooperate. Her resolve slipped yet another notch.
46
Scarlet Sweet
He held his hand so that it hovered over her heart, yet did not touch her. She felt his power, his heat, bleeding through her clothing and into her skin, as though he actually caressed her.
Her eyelids fluttered closed briefly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded so heavy, so aroused to her own ears.
“Shhh… Let me, Cerian. For once, don’t fight.”
He ran his hand over her
She smiled sadly and shook her head. Her braids moved around her body with the motion and brushed his arm. “How long do you think we can hold out, Rhys? Most of my people are dead from the wars, nearly all the men.” Anguish tightened her voice.
“We’re weak and highly susceptible to the domination of another Gaman tribe. It will happen eventually. The Sarthes are hardly the worst. We could bear them—”
He wound a finger around one of her braids and pulled her forward gently. He tasted her lips and she stiffened. He closed his eyes and savored her, rubbing his lips over hers slowly. “No more talk of giving in to the Sarthes,” he murmured.
She lifted her gaze to his. Unmistakable sexual heat flared there. Finding that look of desire mirroring his own lust for her tensed his muscles and hardened his cock. What he wouldn’t give to have her sweet flesh envelop him.
45
Anya Bast
* * * * *
Cerian warred with herself as Rhys lowered his mouth to hers once more, stealing all her words and her breath along with them. She knew this wasn’t a good idea, but a part of her wished for the release she knew he’d bring her and, perhaps more importantly, the blessed reprieve from all rational thought that a long, hard fuck could provide.
His lips slid over hers like silk, then the tip of his tongue feathered over them, entreating her to open to him. Pure desire shot down her spine straight to her sex. She parted her lips and he explored her mouth with his tongue. It was not a taking, but a sweet, hot savoring.
He withdrew and moved his lips over her cheek, flicking out from time to time with the tip of his tongue, until he’d trailed down her chin and throat. “You taste like crystal,” he murmured. He brushed his lips across the bare skin between her collarbone and shoulder. The hard sweep of his fangs followed.
She stiffened. “Don’t.”
She’d heard the bite of a fully Embraced Vampir was an exquisite bliss. Even the half-Vampir, the Demi, were said to bestow sexual ecstasy on their victims. If he bit her, she would part her thighs willingly for him right this very minute. Sweet Danu, she might part them for him anyway.
He froze and lifted his head. His eyes glowed with a predatory light and his fangs were extended. “You know, I’m going to have to bite you tonight. I’m also going to have to touch you. In fact, you’ll want me to touch you…intimately.”
“What?”
He smiled. “You don’t understand what will happen, do you? Granted, I can’t say for sure what it will be like. I’ve never Embraced a sidhe. No one has ever Embraced a sidhe. You’re the first marked of your kind. An aberration. But I can tell you that with a human, it’s very sexual.”
“Sexual?”
“Oh, yes. Males usually Embrace females and vice versa, unless another arrangement is preferred, simply because most of the time the two end up,” he leaned in so close she could smell his intoxicating breath, “fucking.” He gave her a sly smile and a hooded gaze.
She blinked. An Embraced’s breath was always heady. Their bodies did something with the blood they consumed, turned it into pure life force. She’d heard their breath was a lure, predator to prey. Making it easier for an Embraced to lull and take blood from a donor. As a sidhe, that part didn’t work on her.
Her desire was all natural.
She took a step back and he took a step forward, closing the distance between them again. Cerian tried to twist away, but her muscles just wouldn’t cooperate. Her resolve slipped yet another notch.
46
Scarlet Sweet
He held his hand so that it hovered over her heart, yet did not touch her. She felt his power, his heat, bleeding through her clothing and into her skin, as though he actually caressed her.
Her eyelids fluttered closed briefly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded so heavy, so aroused to her own ears.
“Shhh… Let me, Cerian. For once, don’t fight.”
He ran his hand over her
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