Page 6 of Slake His Thirst

Chapter Six

Sage

Sage moaned and rolled her head back on her neck. So much power rushed through her that she felt like a live wire. Lucius’s deep voice had taken her out of the dreamlike euphoria she’d fallen into, but now that she’d awakened, she needed.

She opened her eyes to take him in. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. His silver eyes swirled with hunger, and his short black hair begged for her fingers. He had to be six feet four or five inches tall, and his tanned skin was partly covered in tattoos—he’d been sculpted from her deepest fantasies. Even the strong line of his stubbled jaw begged for her tongue. “You don’t have to feed me a line, Lucius. At this point, I’m a sure thing. I’m more than attracted to you, and I need to either run a marathon or have wild sex to release all this power.”

He stilled, his eyes even hungrier as he growled. “This isn’t a line. Tell me you understand.”

She smiled, but her hands were shaking from all the power she didn’t know what to do with. “I hear your words, and I’m capable of consent, if that’s what you’re asking.” He was still keeping his distance when she could see the raw need in his eyes. She glided forward. “It was you on the balcony.”

“Sage,” he said in a tone that sounded like a warning. His hands kept clenching at his sides, and his breathing was as labored as hers. His eyes were on her, but she somehow felt his awareness going out to the gardens that were sheltering them in their power.

She closed the distance between them, moving more quickly than she ever had, and she felt the dizzying effects. A jolt of electricity sang through her blood the second she gripped his bare arms. She sucked in a ragged breath as he cursed, holding her against him, so gently for such a strong man. “I need you to stop talking now, Lucius.” She wasn’t sure what else to do. The need was too intense. She didn’t care what he thought of her.

An animalistic noise left his lips before he wrapped her in his arms. She was suddenly lifted up as he claimed her lips. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she moaned at the sensation of his hard cock riding her clit.

She slid her magic over his body again, feeling all the hard muscle flexing under her assault. Just as she expended the power, more was fed into its place. It was nearly as overwhelming as the lust riding her.

Was it so intense because of the magic, or was it the fact that he was Aletheia? She wasn’t sure why the need was so damned desperate, but she didn’t care.

He lay her on the bed of flowers she’d awoken on, and the soft petals caressed her arms as she gripped the edge of his T-shirt and practically tore it over his head. His chest was hard, with a faint dusting of hair that called to her fingers. His skin was so warm. With a sigh, she explored his chest, loving how he twitched beneath her touch.

In a blur, her shirt was tossed from her, and her bra ended up a casualty of the sexy fangs that slipped from his lips. When he looked down at her body, she felt a shiver, as if he wanted nothing more than to devour her. She tugged his hair, wanting his mouth on her again. Within a second, he’d tied her wrists together above her head. She looked up and noted that he’d used her bra.

“Bondage on the first date?” She tried for a joke, but it came out in a needy whimper. She really liked what he’d done. She focused on all the hard muscle spread before her, from the tattooed arms straining at her sides to the dips and curves arrowing down to the low waistband of his jeans.

“You are destroying every ounce of control I have.” His eyes flashed with anger and so much heat.

“Isn’t that the point?” she asked breathlessly. Words weren’t coming as easily anymore.

“No. Not for the first time. I want you aware of every touch, every lick, every thrust.” He bumped his hard cock against the seam of her tight jeans to punctuate his words. “You’ve taken in more power than your mortal body can handle. We don’t have time for ceremonies and courting. You could die if I don’t make you mine tonight. Let me make this time perfect.”

“Do it,” she ground out. Her mind couldn’t truly comprehend anything he was saying. She wanted to slip into the fantasy he painted, but when it was over, there wouldn’t be a happily ever after. It was far-fetched to believe she’d be one in billions for him. Immortals didn’t get a choice in mate. It was fated for them.

She couldn’t just see his frustration—she felt it in her mind. Was he still invading her thoughts?

“I’m in your thoughts, and you are in mine. This is real. And when I come inside you, over and over, I will be binding you to me. I’ll take every inch of your body until you beg for more. We’ll share blood. Memories. And when our souls connect, you will become like me.” His mental voice was so damned intense, and the words were so filthy that she got even wetter, thinking of all the ways he would come in her. Was all this need part of the famed mating frenzy one went into when finding the one?

His perfect features relaxed only a fraction as he leaned in and slid his lips over hers, teasing and tempting her as he settled his weight between her thighs. She shifted her hips, wet and ready. The thick muscles in his tattooed arms vibrated with strain as he ruthlessly seduced her with his lips. “Finding a mate is a rare and beautiful thing in my world. I wouldn’t rush a second of this if I had a choice.”

His tongue slipped between her lips, tasting and tangling with hers. She bowed her back, wanting his chest against her aching breasts. With her arms bound and one of his hands holding them at bay, she couldn’t control any of it, and he was going too slow. Desire swamped her as if she was feeling both of their needs all in one. By the time his lips trailed to her neck, she was writhing beneath his weight. And when his warm breath met her ear and he nipped, she cried out.

“So sensitive. What about your neck?”

The edge of a fang raked her sensitive flesh, and she gasped. Power surged from her into the trees, and silky petals flittered around them as he tormented her.

He didn’t bite, simply skimmed the sharp edge over her sensitive lobe before moving down to her breasts. One at a time, he sucked them before grazing her taut nipple with his teeth. She thought she would lose her mind if she didn’t come soon.

With strength she’d never had, she ripped her wrists free of the restraint and flipped him to his back, the flowers moving of their own accord, cushioning his massive body beneath her.

Something dangerous and predatory flashed in his eyes when she gazed down at him, but his touch was gentle. Too gentle. He was holding back.

His chest rose and fell, and damn if those fangs weren’t sexy as hell. A shiver of desire wracked her body. Not willing to waste more time, her fingers moved to his jeans, quickly unfastening them.

She licked the sexy line of his jaw and trailed her tongue to his chest while freeing his cock. A harsh noise hissed from his lips as she stroked him, and that sound made her ache even more. She needed to get her pants off immediately.

As if hearing her thoughts, he shredded the jeans as though they were nothing more than a sheet of paper. So much strength was banked in his gorgeous body, and he was hers. She shook her head because she couldn’t make sense of any of it, not with so much power flooding her cells and lust hazing her mind.

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