Authors: Katie Reus
made the mistake of killing a shifter-
human couple. Once word of his madness
reached your pack, your father dispatched
Miguel and some others to hunt him down.
Miguel was the one who actually killed
him though.”
Her grip on him tightened and he
tensed. “Were you there when it
happened?”
“No.” He’d been in Europe at the time.
Even though he’d been angry at his
brother’s death, now he was glad he
hadn’t been nearby directly in the
aftermath. If he had been, things between
him and Melina might be very different. If
he’d hurt or killed one of her brothers. . . .
He fought off a shudder, thankful that had
never happened.
She rubbed her cheek against the back
of his shoulder. “What do you think of my
pack’s actions?”
“They were justified.” Saying the
words aloud was hard, yet they set
something free inside him. His parents had
been so angry, sending soldiers out to hunt
down any members of the Rodriguez pack.
They’d been convinced Corey could have
been rehabilitated, that they could have
saved him. But Kiernan knew the truth.
His brother had crossed a very distinctive
line. Killing because of his own pride and
ultimately, Kiernan thought his brother had
gone a little mad.
Things had been bloody for a couple
years until finally they’d come to a shaky
truce. Then the Rodriguez pack had moved
down south and other than keeping tabs on
them for a few decades, his coven had
never crossed paths with Melina’s pack
again. Not intentionally. Decades had
turned into a century and Kiernan had
never really thought about the Rodriguez
pack. Not until a curvy, sensual shifter had
taken over all his waking thoughts.
“Did you ever kill anyone in my pack?”
she asked so quietly he almost didn’t hear
her above the water.
“Yes. It was in self-defense, but . . .
yes.” After a while, both sides had gone
after the other with no remorse, killing
anyone they could and Kiernan had been
forced to defend himself. And he didn’t
regret it. He automatically tensed, waiting
for her rejection.
When he felt her soft lips begin to
feather kisses along his spine, his hips
jerked in response. His cock, rock hard
from the moment he heard that bathroom
door open, ached to feel her sweet sheath
tighten around him. It had been too damn
long and he was tired of waiting. Tired of
being alone.
He pressed his palms against the wall
in front of him. His fingers clenched but
there was no give to the expensive marble.
Slowly, she continued her onslaught of
feather light kisses. His body thrummed
with pent up energy. Right now he didn’t
want slow and sensual.
He swiveled, grabbing her hips and
pushing her up against the tile wall in a
few short movements. She let out a yelp as
her back touched the tile, but didn’t
protest.
Instantly she wrapped her legs around
him and arched her back against the cool,
slick surface as she molded her body to
his. He slid one of his hands up her ribs
until he cupped a breast. Her eyes
brightened with undisguised lust.
It felt like he’d been waiting forever to
see and tease her light brown nipples
again. When her lips parted, as if she
planned to say something, he crushed his
mouth over hers. The need to touch, to
taste her, was damn near overwhelming.
Her tongue flicked against his as her legs
tightened around him, tugging him closer.
His cock rested against her abdomen
and even that was too much distance. He
needed to be inside her. Reaching
between them, he slid a finger, then two
inside her, testing her slickness. Damn,
she was tight.
He could feel each small ripple of
movement as she clenched around him. As
he began moving his fingers in and out of
her in slow, measured movements, her
tongue danced against his frantically. The
energy pulsing off her was almost
palpable. She was incredibly wet, but he
wanted to work her up more.
She had other plans. Holding on to his
shoulders, she lifted up against the wall
before sliding down, impaling herself on
him.
As her inner walls tightened and
molded around his cock, he drew back.
Taking uneven breaths, he stared at her,
drinking in the sight of her. Her eyes were
closed, her slightly swollen lips parted, an
expression of pure bliss on her face.
He pulled out then thrust back into her
in a hard, dominating movement. Her eyes
widened as she let out a small gasp.
“I’ve been waiting a year to feel you
again,” she finally whispered.
Me too.
But he couldn’t find the words.
Her dark hair was slicked back from her
face, not completely wet, just damp from
being splashed by the shower jets.
Droplets of water covered her neck and
chest. They drained down her body,
creating erotic little rivers around her
nipples.
He wanted to kiss and lick every inch
of her but didn’t know where to start.
Unable to control himself, he dipped his
head to one of her breasts. Her nipple
pebbled to a rock hard point as he drew it
between his teeth.
Moaning, she arched her back, giving
him better access. He growled against her
breast, earning another pleasured gasp.
When he tugged on the sensitive flesh, her
inner walls clenched around his cock. He
repeated the action on her other breast and
got the same reaction. Each time he licked
and teased her, she pulsed around him.
He rolled his hips, sinking deeper
inside her tight body.
“Don’t torture me,” she murmured.
He’d planned to drag out their first time
since last year together, but they had all
night and if he had any say, this sure as
hell wouldn’t be their last night. He
wasn’t letting her go again. She should
realize that by now.
When she dug her fingers into his
shoulders, he reached between their
bodies and rubbed his finger over her clit.
The small nub was swollen, sensitive. As
he gently flicked it, her entire body jerked
against him.
He knew it wouldn’t take her long to
come. With each stroke over her clit, she
moved, rubbing her breasts against his
chest until her inner walls started
convulsing around him. They clenched,
milking him tighter and tighter until she
moaned. The sound was loud and
uninhibited, echoing off the tiled walls of
the shower.
As her climax rocked through her, she
grasped the back of his head and pulled
him against her neck. “Taste me,” she
demanded.
Those two words held so much power
over him. For a fraction of a moment he
wanted to stop, to ask if she was sure, but
his most primal side took over. He was
touched she was allowing him this
privilege, and turned on she was being so
damn demanding about it. She’d given him
permission and there was no turning back
now. For either of them.
He released his fangs, raking them over
the soft column of her neck as he
continued moving inside her. Sinking his
teeth into her vein, he lost control and his
orgasm tore through him. Years of
practice guaranteed the bite wouldn’t hurt
her, instead increasing her own pleasure.
Her heightened moans and inner walls
tightening even more around him to let him
know it did.
The taste of her sweet blood on his
tongue combined with the feel of her tight
sheath around him was a powerful
combination.
Too powerful.
As he drank, he released himself inside
her in long, hot strokes. Her legs and arms
tightened around him, drawing him close
as his climax crested and fell. It seemed to
go on forever until he finally had to force
himself to stop blindly thrusting into her.
Burying his face against her neck, he
gently nuzzled where he’d bitten her,
closing the small puncture wounds with
his tongue. He’d imagined it would take
some convincing for her to allow him to
drink from her. That she’d given this to
him so freely touched him in ways words
couldn’t describe.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed,
how long he kept her pressed up against
the tiled wall. He wanted to stay buried
inside her, to feel those warm arms around
him forever. When the water turned tepid,
he blindly reached out and turned the knob
off.
Her grip on him didn’t lessen as he
strode from the bathroom to the connected
bedroom. If anything, it grew tighter. That
honeysuckle scent of hers was strong,
emanating off her in potent waves as he
laid her on the bed, covering her luscious
body with his once again.
He was so thankful she wasn’t in heat
and he didn’t have to worry about
condoms. Since neither of their species
could get diseases and she wasn’t
ovulating, he savored the feel of sliding
his cock inside her with no barrier. And
this was just the first time of many he
planned to take her tonight.
* * *
next morning. She wasn’t sure how long
ago Kiernan had left her alone in bed, but
she smelled coffee and her stomach was
rumbling. Wearing one of his T-shirts that
came down to her knees, she felt covered
enough if his brother was there. She hadn’t
heard Ronan come back, though she’d
been pretty distracted so she wasn’t sure.
As a shifter she wasn’t that concerned
about nudity, but she really didn’t want his
brother seeing her in the buff. Something
told her Kiernan wouldn’t like it either.
When she stepped into the kitchen
bright with natural light streaming in, she
jerked to a halt. Kiernan leaned against the
counter, coffee cup in hand,
shirtless
. It didn’t matter that they’d made love many,
many
times the night before or that she’d seen every inch of his sexy physique. Her
body flared to life at the sight of him. Her
breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightened,
and that ache between her legs grew
almost unbearable. Heat and need made
her clench her thighs together. She stared
at the expanse of all that muscle, her eyes
trailing down his chest, following the faint
trail of hair that led straight to . . .
“Keep looking at me like that and you
won’t get breakfast.” His deep voice sent
a thrill rolling through her.
Feeling her face heat up, she met his
gaze as she stepped into the room. The tile
was cool against her feet, but it did
nothing to ease the heat engulfing her. Her
lower abdomen tightened with unbearable
need. Who wanted breakfast anyway?
Before she could blink, he’d crossed the
distance between them and lifted her up,
forcing her to wrap her legs around his
waist.
Since she wasn’t wearing anything
under the shirt, when she spread her thighs
around him her clit rubbed against the
front of his jeans. The friction against the
rougher material made her moan into his
mouth as he dominated her with his.
This morning his kisses were slow,
sensual, unlike the fast and frantic ones
last night. Eventually, she pulled back, a
lazy smile on her lips. “You taste like
coffee. I didn’t think vampires needed
anything other than blood.”
“Sweetheart, no one
needs
coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the
way you taste.”
It didn’t matter how intimate they’d
been, his words made her cheeks heat up.
She peered over his shoulder, sighing in
happiness at the sight of the full pot on the
counter. Looking back up at him, she
grinned. “Are we alone?” A quickie
before breakfast—even before coffee—
sounded perfect.
His eyes seemed to get even darker as
he nodded. But the moment his lips
touched hers, the side door to the kitchen
flung open. Kiernan immediately set her
on her feet and tried to block her body
with his, but she held on to his waist and
peered around him.
Ronan strode in with the redheaded
vampire she’d seen at that restaurant with
Kiernan. Remembering the way the
woman had touched Kiernan’s chest made
Melina’s claws come out.
Letting out a sharp hiss, Kiernan
encircled her wrists and gently lifted them
off his hips. Maybe she should be
embarrassed by her reaction but she didn’t
care. She was making a claim on Kiernan
as much as he’d made it clear he was
making one on her. “Sorry.” At least she