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Something in his expression eased. He grabbed my hips and thrust all the way in. His eyes slid halfway closed and he groaned.
Seeing his obvious pleasure at being inside me made my cock even harder. Precum smeared across my belly. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in.
He was so fucking big.
But the stretch was delicious, a full-body pleasure that rocketed through me like a live wire. He hit my spot over and over, dragging gasps and moans from me. He quickened his pace, driving deep. It was primal, animalistic, and it drove all thought out of my head.
His eyes locked onto mine, his lips parted, and I couldn’t look away. They were filled with lust, but beneath it, a deep sadness.
“I’m close,” he whispered.
“Inside me,” I instructed.
He nodded sharply. Then he threw his head back and groaned again. His cock swelled and I was filled with warmth.
“Your turn,” he said, gaze dropping to my aching cock. With one hand he gripped my hip and drove into me, working my prostate over and over. With his other, he stroked me at a devastating pace.
The combined sensation sent me over the edge. Pleasure ignited at the base of my spine and spread like wildfire. My balls tightened and I gasped.
“I’m coming,” I moaned. Rope after rope shot across my belly.
The man slammed home one more time, burying himself deep. He let out a cry and I felt more warmth.
He’d spilled again inside me.
“Holy hell,” I breathed. It was rare for a mortal man to orgasm twice in a row, so close together.
Then I winced as he pulled out, though he was gentle.
When I tried to sit up, he placed a firm hand on my chest and shook his head.
I hesitated, confused.
But then he lay down beside me and pulled me against him. I felt a flicker of resistance, but less than I expected. Then again, if he was my destined mate—not that I planned on sticking around long enough to find out what that meant for us—he wasn’t going to harm me.
Hmm. Well, perhaps a bit of cuddling wasn’tentirelybad.
I usually didn’t bother with such things, but occasionally I had with partners who wanted it. Though usually feeding was involved, so it was different. Oddly, the thought of biting this stranger hadn’t crossed my mind once.
I’d cuddle for about five minutes, I decided. It was the least I could do, given he’d just provided me with one of the hottest encounters of my long life.
I settled my head on his chest.
Then, abruptly, a feeling of safety and comfort swept through me. Total surrender and relaxation. My eyes drifted shut. And I fell right to sleep in this stranger’s embrace.
CHAPTER FOUR || JEREMY
Iwoke up hours later. The moon had already set, and the sky overhead was still dark but shading more purple than black, the stars already beginning to vanish. That told me it was an hour, give or take, before sunrise.
The vampire was curled in my arms, his eyes closed, but his chest didn’t rise and fall. No heartbeat beneath his breast, only silence. He was pale, of course, like most vampires. And tall—just a hair under six feet, two inches shorter than me. He was more compact, though. His body was lanky and lean with muscle in a way that reminded me of a jungle cat. A panther, perhaps.
Though his coloring was all wrong for that. His hair was golden, cut and styled with expensive precision, though long enough to run my fingers through. His features were delicate and sharp, almost aristocratic. His lips were a little too full for a man, just like Ian’s had been. But there was an almost cruel set to them that my former mate could never have pulled off. If I was being honest, that was oddly intriguing. Deep in sleep—or whatever it is vampires do to rest—he looked soft and innocent, like he wouldn’t harm a fly.
I was thirty-two years old, and he looked maybe ten years younger. Of course, that meant very little. He could have been a hundred. Or even older. He could have been the oldest thing in the forest, older than the trees themselves, and there wouldn’t have been a single wrinkle on his face.
What the hell had just happened?
I had looked at him and known this strange, unfamiliar vampire was home in a way I could never have put into words. He even smelled like home. His scent was the forest I’d grown up protecting: pine tar from the evergreens, mixed with the richness of soil and the green brightness of moss after rain. Alive and brimming with possibility.
