Page 110 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

Once he spoke those words to himself, a door he had shut long ago opened. Dom no longer wanted to keep Madeline at arm’s length out of fear. Rather, he wanted to live beside her as long as he could. He suddenly understood why Ohngel was goofy for the witch Indigo.

Rumors had floated around Vast that many millennia ago Immortals had formed bonds with their true loves. But no one stepped forward to bear witness, to fess up. At least not during his existence. So the belief faded, becoming a rumor. A myth. But every bone, every nerve, every inch of his flesh shouted out for Maddy. Something ancient in his psyche told him it was the mating call.

And Fate had a sense of humor, didn’t it? His best friend had developed a malady. Now, the female intended as his mate was oddly infected.

While Maddy was still lost in her book, Dom explored his options. One, he could allow her to sink further into her malady, confining her so she couldn’t harm others. Perhaps he’d need to do this later. Two, he could desert her to the illness as he had done Gar, eventually sending her off to extinction or a life of Ordeals. That was a no-go. Three, he could find out how to undo her troubles. Unlikely.

Or, four, he could bind Maddy to him and give her his blood in the way of Scath’s vampires. Could it eliminate her cravings? Or could it be the last step in her deterioration?

He knew one thing for certain, though. The OC would not tolerate a violation of his law.

Enough thinking! In his heart, he knew Madeline was his mate. He’d bind them together without exchanging blood. Perhaps the mating alone would help her. Decision made.

Dom twisted toward her to find the book closed in her lap, a finger marking a spot. She was ogling his neck while she licked her soft, enticing lips.

When Dom rolled toward Maddy, she scrambled out of bed. “Stay away from me. I’m having a moment.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about biting you.”

Dom reached out, locked onto Maddy’s wrist, and dragged her back onto the bed. “You’re strong. I’m strong. We’ll be careful.”

He rose onto his knees, slipped the thin nighty over her head, and yanked the matching panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor.

Dom hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his loose-fitting black pants. Off.

Instead of going for her, he leaned against the headboard, his heavy cock jutting out. “Let me distract you.”

Her throat bobbled as she swallowed and mimicked his pose, her thighs spread.

Though he wrapped a hand around his aching, swollen dick, he didn’t move his fist. Tilting his head to the side, he rasped, “I expect a show.” When she didn’t move, he added, “I’m waiting. Touch yourself.”

Maddy’s fingers shook as they trailed down her stomach toward her sex. When they dipped between her folds, she moaned, her eyes fixed on Dom’s hand.

He grinned, loving a good challenge.

“Knees up, Maddy. I want to see everything. That’s it. Now stroke yourself.”

Dom’s lids were half-masted as he slid his own palm from crown to base, at first slowly and then quicker. When her fingers played back and forth through her pinkened, moist flesh, he whispered, “Faster.”

She complied, despite the blush on her cheeks.

“Take a breast in your other hand.”

“Like this?” Madeline taunted him, flicking a nipple. Then she alternated between pinching it and circling it with her finger.

Damn.

“That’s nice.” His hand stroked faster, his balls like heavy weights.

Madeline stared, her mouth falling open to bare her fangs.

Gorgeous. Thirsty for him alone.

“Oh, yeah. Put your fingers deep inside. Stretch yourself for me.” Dom moaned, his hand tugging on his dick.

Madeline licked her sharp, pointed teeth as she invaded herself, penetrating her sex with two fingers while she continued to massage a breast with her other hand. “This feels so good, Dom.”

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