Page 10 of Forsaken By Night

Heart pounding, he threw himself at the door, practically tearing it off its rusty hinges in his excitement.

Not Tehya.

Ho-ly shit.

A naked woman stood on the rickety porch boards, her body covered in scratches and scrapes, her long black hair tangled around sticks and leaves. She was a stranger, but he knew her. Holy Maker, heknewher.

She was the woman he’d seen so many times in Tehya’s mind.

Her slender shoulders rose and fell with each panting, exhausted breath, and she was shivering, but her amber eyes gleamed with recognition.

“You know me,” he said, his voice tight with astonishment and confusion. Where had she come from? Why was she here? How was she connected to Tehya? It was all he could do to keep from blurting out every question at once.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, and he caught a glimpse of fangs. As suspected, she was a vampire. A born vampire as well, or her eyes would be silver.

A blast of hunger hit him in a wave that was almost physical. Desperate need billowed from her, as if she was not only hungry, but chronically starved. She threw herself at him so suddenly he didn’t have time to block her. In an instant, she was wrapped around him like a bear cub scaling a tree, and crazily enough, his first instinct wasn’t to throw her off him.

His instinct was to hold her tighter and tilt his head to give her better access to his vein.

Lobo held the strange female against him, his body responding like a traitor as she sank her fangs into his throat. Pain and pleasure rippled through him, leaving him so unsteady that he had to brace himself against the wall. Ah, damn, this was good. Bizarre, but good.

Thanks to Tehya’s jealousy, he hadn’t fed a female in long time, and he had definitely never fed a strange female who showed up at his door naked and scratched all to hell.

But she wasn’t a complete stranger, was she? He’d never met her, but he knew her. He’d seen her in Tehya’s mind and in his dreams. Hell, she’d even made it into some of his fantasies, the ones that sometimes woke him in the middle of the night and left him drenched in sweat and painfully hard. And how many times had he summoned her image while he stroked himself in the shower?

As if she read his thoughts, she rocked against him, rubbing her bare chest against his, her pelvis against his rapidly hardening erection.

“Hey,” he said roughly, tightening his hold in an attempt to calm her, but all that did was bring her even more solidly against him. “It’s okay. You can slow down.”

If she heard him, she didn’t respond. Keeping his grip on her, he sank onto the bed, knowing that at the rate she was feeding, it wouldn’t be long before he got light-headed.

She took an extremely hard pull, and a burst of extreme pleasure-pain shot through him. “Jesus,” he whispered. “How long has it been since you last fed?”

Her only response was a moan and a slow grind of her hips, which dredged up a moan of his own. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, creating sizzling pops of pain that heightened all his senses. He became aware of the way her breath tickled his skin. The way her hard nipples pressed into his chest. The way her sex rocked against the bulge beneath his fly. His hands shook as he gripped her waist, but what he really wanted was to slip his fingers between their bodies, release his cock, and drive into her the way he did in his dreams.

She’d let him. Everything that made him the male animal he was demanded he take what she was offering, flip her onto her back and give her his blood and his seed. But even as he shifted to make it happen, he snarled in frustration.

He couldn’t do it. She was clearly suffering from feeding deprivation, leaving her vulnerable and too easily swayed. So he gnashed his molars together and kept his hands in neutral territory as she moved against him, feeding with increasing fervor. The scent of her arousal surrounded him, chipping away at his willpower—and the enamel on his teeth.

Heat consumed him as she rode his erection, making little sounds of ecstasy with every back-and-forth sweep across his lap. He could feel her pleasure mounting, could practically taste it as an electric bite in the air.

His heart pounded in anticipation. “Come on,” he rasped. “Take what you want.”

She rocked faster, the friction and damp heat between them shocking him with its intensity. He could come like this. An orgasm edged closer, boiling in his balls and swelling in his shaft. Nails scored his back, digging deep, and a heartbeat later, she stiffened and clamped down on his throat hard with a husky shout. Her climax shuddered through her, vibrating his body and putting him so close to the tipping point that he felt the cool wetness of precum spread across the tip of his cock.

Then she went limp, the sexual storm fading as she disengaged her fangs. His body still coiled tight with need, he grimaced as he eased them both onto their sides, and for the first time since she’d burst into his cabin, he got a good look at her face. High cheekbones, flushed with color, sloped gracefully to her hairline, and remarkably long lashes framed drowsy, sated yellow eyes that drilled into him not with their intensity, but with their familiarity. He knew those eyes... but from more than just the visions. Why?

“I guess maybe I should get your name now,” he said, his voice rough with unspent lust.

For some reason, she looked hurt. “I—” She broke off and tried again, but what came out of her mouth sounded more like a whimper than a word. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. “I... haven’t spoken... words...” She opened her eyes. “... in a long... time.”

He actually understood that. He’d lived alone for so long that if not for his wolf pals, his voice would be wrapped in dust and cobwebs. But he was impatient for answers, sexually frustrated, and a pint low on blood.

“What the hell is going on?”

She shook her head. “This must... be so strange to you.”

“What, opening the door to find a naked, starving female who, before now, I’ve only seen in my head? Nah. Happens all the time.”

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