Page 48 of The Secrets of Roan Island

The pulsing heat between my legs makes it difficult to focus, and I lose my rhythm on his cock.

Suddenly he’s pulling me off, pushing the chair out of the way so he can lay on his back on the floor with his head toward me. “Sit on my face while you suck my cock.”

My whole body clenches at his sordid command. When I hesitate, he grabs my thighs and tugs with a strength that delights me. I fall forward, laughing as I land with my hands on either side of his legs and my face only inches from his twitching cock. He grips my ass and pulls me down, placing his lips around my clit and sucking hard. My laughter turns into a groan of pleasure, all hesitation gone.

I palm his cock once more and take him deep again, moaning as his tongue does the things he promised. I bob up and down on his shaft, moving as he takes me apart, reciprocating, offering up my devotion to him and his pleasure. His cock lengthens and swells even more, followed by a musky sweetness that gives me warning that he’s close.

“Oh, fuck. I’m–” The sentence turns into a groan as he tenses and shoots cum down my throat.

His fangs sink into the back of my thigh, his hands manipulating my sex. I gasp at the glorious burn followed by euphoria. My body tightens as I swallow, release his cock, and cry out, screaming his name as I come.

24

Noah

“It was never like this with David,” Ruby admits.

I grunt at her mention of her ex and tighten my grip on her.

We’re laying on the floor of the library, her wrapped up in my arms, her gorgeous body pressed against mine. She shivers. My fangs elongate again thinking about tasting her once more, of heating her up, but I hold back. She needs rest and recuperation. I almost took too much blood from her the first time. I won’t put her wellbeing at risk again by being too eager.

She trails a hand up and down my chest. “I just mean, this is something… different.”

She’s right. This is completely new to me too. It’s the nature of Mavarri to feed, and with as many new moon parties as I’ve attended, I’ve satiated that need with a lot of people. But nothing I’ve experienced has given me as much pleasure as being with Ruby. I was like an untried youth coming for the first time, for fuck’s sake.

“Have you been with many others?” I ask, though I don’t really want to know. Jealousy warms my gut and brings bile to my tongue. I want to hunt each and every person who has touched what’s mine.

She shakes her head. “Not men.”

“Women?” I’m surprised. Ruby doesn’t seem particularly prudish—quite the contrary—but I wouldn’t have expected her to be that adventurous either.

“One woman,” she answers. “After David, I couldn’t bring myself to be with a man. They didn’t hold any appeal. I thought maybe something was wrong with me, so I visited a pleasure house, wondering if it was perhaps something broken inside me.”

She goes quiet.

I don’t have any words to offer. Of course there’s nothing broken in her. It makes me want to go back to her ex and break him again. Drag out his pain. He got off too easy.

“Anyway, I function just fine.” She tilts her head to look at me again and smiles. “Obviously. But this. Wow.”

“Yes.” I keep my voice even, detached, holding back how truly rattled I am by what just happened between us. Detached is the last thing I feel when it comes to Ruby. She’s woven herself into my being, mixed herself into my blood. She’s a part of me in a way I don’t understand.

And that terrifies me.

Attachments are dangerous in my world. I keep everyone at a distance, even my brothers, though I’m closer with them than anyone else. I squeeze Ruby tighter, wishing I could bind her to me so I can always keep her safe.

She shifts to look at me and smiles. “Want to do that again?”

“Absolutely.” I tug her closer. “But first, I want you to rest. Rebuild your strength.”

She smiles, her arms tightening around me. A few minutes later, I hear her deep breaths slow as she drifts into sleep.

I lay there holding her, thinking, trying to puzzle out where we go from here.

When she arrived, I wanted her gone and did everything in my power to drive her away. I wonder if maybe I suspected it would be this way with her. I recall her climbing the gate, chasing me down the hall with her skirt hiked up, her gloveless hands. I think about her frown, the fire in her eyes when she’s angry, the panic in my chest when I thought about her falling from the parapet. I smile, considering each of my experiences with her. Now, having experienced this, there’s no way I can let her go. Just the thought of her leaving makes a low growl rumble deep in my core.

Ruby stirs, curling into me in a way that makes my hearts leap and soar. Now that I’ve tasted her, had her blood and her arousal on my tongue, my cock in her mouth, being without her is an impossibility. She’s mine.

I can’t let her leave.

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