Page 25 of Immortal Burden

“Of course.”

I pulled back.

He was grinning at me. “A vampire’s speed is a magic-wielder’s greatest weakness, Lucian. Several times it’s impacted me in battle over the years and I’ve been bitten as a result. In fact, as I recall, you witnessed it firsthand once.”

“You are playing with me. You knew how your initial response would be received.”

“Damn right I did.”

I reached out and fondled his hair. “You are a beguiling specimen, Mr. Morgan.”

“That’s what you’ve always enjoyed about me, isn’t it? All these years, in fact.”

“That was merely playful interaction.”

“Because I was taken back then.”

“Repressed and not living your full life would be more accurate interpretations.”

His eyes flamed. “Well I’m not repressed now.”

I fisted my hand in his hair again and jerked his head to my lips as I growled, “You should know that a vampire’s bite to his lover is a world away from your previous experiences. It’s not for the faint of heart, sorcerer.”

“Show me.”

In the next moment, I wrapped my arms around him and took off in a burst of speed, all the way through the club floor, up the winding staircase, across the catwalk, and down through the private corridors cut off from patrons.

He stumbled back, blinking hard, as he fought to regain his bearings. “What a rush. A lot more than teleportation.”

I leaned over him and shoved open my office door. “Inside. Now.”

As he made his way inside and shut the door behind us, I sped over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the club floor below.

I slapped the button on the wall beside them and the heavy black curtains positioned on either side slid closed, providing the privacy I desired for what was to be such a profoundly intimate act.

I spun back around to see Ryker approaching the couch.

With another burst of speed, I had him on his back.

I held his excited gaze as I climbed on, straddling him.

He groaned as I reached up and slid both my hands down his throat, along his collarbone and over his shirt. I ripped it wide open, putting his marvelous torso on display. He bucked as I flicked either nipple, tugging with the golden hoops through them. “There are many things I could do with these, sorcerer.” At the mixture of awe and trepidation that blanketed his face, I chuckled and told him, “Another time, perhaps. For tonight, I’ll give you what you want.”

His breath caught in his throat as I ripped open his leather pants with a rough jerk, and grasped his cock, freeing it from its tight confines.

He mewled when I released him all too soon to open my dress pants.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back as I rubbed my cock along his, my pre-cum coating his shaft as I ground back and forth, making him feel every inch of me, and doing the same to him in return.

The studs in his cock head were another realm of pleasure.

I swept down and brushed my lips over his.

His hand came up and grasped my tie, tugging with an urgency that sent a deep sense of satisfaction coursing through me. Unlike our first time together, there was no need to guide him along, to draw out his true desires for me and what I could offer him.

He tugged me down to him and his mouth crashed against mine, taking me in a deep kiss.

I allowed him to have free reign, wanting to feel the true depth of his passions, to revel in the fact that he was so open this time around, not even a hint of him holding himself back at all.

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