Page 115 of Samhain Savior
Not that I minded the idea of her being needy. Begging me to give her the pleasure she craved.
No, that version of Delilah was one that I would happily take, as long as it was trulyher, and not her being influenced by the essence of the sins infused in the stone.
Looking around the room, I wondered if the stone was influencing the others, as well. Vampires were known for giving in to their most carnal urges, being sensual and erotic by nature, but as I glanced around, seeing the dance floor descending into something that nearly resembled a full-blown orgy, I had to wonder if this particular nest was a little more erotic than most.
And if the stone around Genevieve’s neck could be the reason behind it.
Twisting into the next set of steps, I pulled Delilah along, her body following my every lead in a slightly messy version of the dance, taking in her flushed cheeks and wide, dilated pupils. The music pulsed, the heavy drum beat that had been added to the classical song that I knew so well turning it into something that practically begged for fucking, and I knew that I would have to do something, and soon. I hadn’t even had a chance to try to negotiatefor the diamond, but if the rapid panting breaths my mate was giving were any indication, I wouldn’t be doing much of anything until she’d been taken care of.
Casting a glance back at Genevieve, I noticed that she, too, had given into the seductive song. Still perched on her long sofa, she had set the alligator aside and now had several males around her, each kissing and caressing a different part of her body as she writhed beneath their attention. On the other couch, Mex watched with undisguised lust, her hand slid under her skirt as she worked herself, eyes heavy and chest heaving with each rapid breath, climbing toward her climax as quickly as she could.
Fuck. Was every fucking person here susceptible to the power of that Hell’s damned diamond?
Looking back at my mate, at the way her eyes took in every writhing, moaning grouping around the room—and the way my cocked stiffened in response—it was obvious that the answer was yes.
Chapter fifty-four
Archer
The song ended and I didn’t hesitate, scooping Delilah up with one arm and carrying her from the dance floor before the next dance could begin. Moving like the hounds of Hell were chasing me, I raced toward one of the curtained alcoves, desperate to get my hands on the witch who had stolen my heart.
“Get the fuck out,” I snarled, pulling back the gauzy curtain and glaring at the three mostly naked vampires who were entwined on the low daybed that was hidden behind it. The largest of the trio looked up from the nipple he had been sucking on, the angry expression on his face telling me he was of a mind to protest, but one look at my face had him changing his mind.
Scrambling off the bed, he reached for the other two—neither of whom had bothered to look away fromthe body parts they had been focused on when I’d burst in on their party—and towed them away as quickly as he could.
Once the space was cleared I stepped inside, drawing the curtain closed again behind us. Before I could turn, Delilah was there, her hot body pressed against my back and her arms around me, fingers clawing at my clothes, sliding the embroidered jacket off my shoulders and on to the floor.
“Please,” she breathed, her voice husky and low as I turned to face her. “I need it, Archer. I needyou.”
The words shot through me like a hot brand, searing themselves onto blackened soul.
“And I, you, Delilah. My mate. My witch.” Grasping her chin in my hand, I brought her feverish gaze to mine and held it. “My love.”
She gasped, blinking at me as the word hovered in the air between us like smoke.
“I—”
“Shh,” I whispered, bringing my finger to her lips. “Not now. Not yet. Let me make it better for you, witch, so we can go get your diamond. The third piece still eludes us, but we’ll deal with that once we’ve fled this nest of psychotic bloodsuckers, yes?”
“Alright,” she agreed immediately, and once again I marveled at her trust in me. “But this time, we’re doing things my way.”
With those words, she pushed me, and the shock of the action alone allowed her to catch me off guard enough that I actually stumbled back a few steps. I laughed as my body crashed down lightly onto the daybed, bouncing once before she climbed atop me, her hands once again at the collar of my shirt.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she growled, buttons flying as she yanked on the waistcoat before starting on the linen shirt beneath. “I will claim my mate when I please, and no one is going to stop me.”
“I am yours to claim, my witch.” I gazed up at her in wonder, her hair coming out of its pins, cheeks flushed, lips looking plump and delectable.
“Mine,” she agreed, her hand resting on the silvery handprint she’d left on my skin. Below it, on my ribcage, the Creed of Shadows sat, inked on my flesh since time immortal, and as she stared at it, I felt the rightness of it all.
The bond to my mate sitting above the bond to my brothers. The two most important things in my existence, there for the world to see.
Outside the alcove, the pitch of the music had changed again, the classical strings now completely abandoned in favor of a deep, throbbing bass that shook the walls. Fingers curling into my flesh possessively, Delilah began to move, her hips grinding against me as she matched the cadence of the music, head thrown back in abandon. “Mine and only mine. I claim all of you. Forever.”
“Yes!” Reaching beneath her skirts, I found the pathetic excuse for underwear that Mex had outfitted her with and shredded it, the fabric so flimsy, I didn’t even need to use my claws. Twisting my wrist, I undid my own pants, freeing my aching cock before I grasped her hips again. “Every fucking piece of me, every breath in my lungs, every beat of this black heart—it all belongs to you, witch. Until the stars burn out and we’re nothing but dust and memory. And even then,” I swore, each word an oath. “I refuse to let you go.”
Delilah tangled her other hand in my hair, pulling me up to meet her lips, her tongue conquering my mouth as she positioned herself above me, notching my cock at her entrance and sliding down, one agonizing inch at a time. The feel of her body, the heat of her acceptance, was like nothing I had ever hoped to experience, and I tried to savor it even as I lifted my hips toward her, needing more. Unbidden, my shadows furled out, their spectral fingerscaressing every part of her that I couldn’t reach, and she moaned into my mouth, vocalizing her pleasure.
Breaking our kiss, Delilah sat up again, her strong thighs lifting her over and over as she continued to ride me with unwavering determination. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her blue irises glowing in the dim alcove, the power she had only recently come into radiating outward from within her like a full moon rising over the sea at midnight—soft, radiant, and impossible not to follow.
