Page 162 of Prodigal Son

He took her hand and walked her toward the house. “I’ll show you incredible.”

He led her upstairs to the guest room he’d been using, toppling her soft body to the bed the moment he shut the door. Kissing every curve and loving every inch of her, he took her to places that had her calling for God and speaking in Portuguese tongues.

Afterward, he held her in his arms. “Do you know you think in Portuguese?”

“I do?” She cocked her head. “I suppose you’re right. But sometimes I mix it up.”

“That’s why I can’t compel you. But eventually you’ll teach me the language and then I’ll turn you into my love slave,” he teased.

She lifted on her elbows and looked at him. “Can you compel other people?”

“Mortals.”

“Well, maybe it’s not the language but my immortal blood stopping you.”

He considered that for a moment. “No, that wouldn’t stop me. I’m older and more powerful. Plus, I can compel Dane.”

“Dane Foster, the orphan?”

Cain nodded. “He’s like you.”

“Really? Do you think he’ll talk with me?”

He grabbed her hip and pulled her back to his chest. “If you’re not jamming a microphone in his face, I’m sure he’d give you a few minutes of his time.”

“My reporting days are over.”

“Will you miss it?”

She thought about the investigative part of the job she liked, but then thought of all the other parts she didn’t like. The endless grooming and primping, the dieting, the publicity and marketing, the competitive nature of working for a broadcast network where everyone is always after their co-worker’s job… “I think I’m okay with letting it go. I’m going to do what Annalise suggested and lean into this new adventure. I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life.”

He kissed her head and she sighed, lowering her cheek to rest over his heartbeat. When she licked his chest, he groaned, his body hardening for her again. “Let me help you.” He sliced a gash in his chest with his nail. “Try it.”

She looked down at the blood and back to him, her eyes unsure. “I’m afraid I’ll get sick.”

“You won’t get sick. Try it once, and if you don’t like it, I won’t bring it up again.”

She hesitated but slowly lowered her mouth, her big brown eyes never leaving him. A satisfied moan rumbled in his chest the moment her tongue touched his flesh. Sifting his hand into her hair, he pressed her closer.

“Open your mouth a little more. That’s it.” Her lips closed over his muscle as she softly pulled. “Now swallow. Let it go down your throat.”

A curious moan escaped her and she sucked harder, her fingers kneading into his skin as she drank more.

“That’s it. Take from me everything you need.”

His fingers traced down her spine as he kept a fist locked tightly in her hair. He reached between her thighs and found her drenched. Teasing her sex, she opened for him, and he fed his fingers slowly into her, gliding and exploring, not stopping until she cried out against his chest and came in the palm of his hand.

She gasped and panted, his blood coating the tips of her teeth as the scent of her lust filled the air. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. “You like it.” She pleased him very much.

“Why is that so good?”

“Because your body wants it.” He toppled her to her back and kissed her deeply, tasting the lingering richness of his blood. “And I want your body.” He slid his erection through her slick folds and sank into her heat.

Her body caught fire. Thrusting hard, he released his scent and marked her so that there would be no mistaking his claim.

When she playfully bit at his neck, he suspected she wanted more. Slicing open his vein, he cupped her head and pulled her close. “Drink.”

She latched on and he bucked into her. Her nails scraped down his back and through his hair. She was wild and uninhibited and he absolutely loved it.

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