Page 30 of Forsaken By Night

His erection sprang free of its denim prison, and her breath caught in her throat. She’d seen him naked hundreds of times, had even seen him aroused and pleasuring himself. But as a wolf, she hadn’t had the same reaction. Not even close.

Now her mouth watered as he closed his hand around his shaft and stroked from the plump head to the thick base. He watched her with hooded eyes, his scent growing thicker and muskier with every stroke.

She gripped his powerful shoulders, her nails scoring his skin hard enough to make him hiss, flashing massive, sexy fangs. He pumped his fist more slowly now, teasing her, letting his fingers caress the heavy sack between his legs before dragging his palm back up to swipe his thumb over the crown, catching the silky drop of precum at the tip.

“You like watching,” he said, his voice vibrating through every one of her erogenous zones and stealing her ability to do anything but nod. A cocky smile tilted one corner of his mouth as he released his erection and lifted her hands from his shoulders to pin them over her head, forcing her to grip the post. Before she could ask what he was doing, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.

She cried out at the first probe of his tongue, and when he licked her slowly, sensually, while looking up at her with those smoky eyes, she arched in ecstasy and damned near fell off the railings. Lightning fast but without stopping what he was doing with his tongue, he gripped her butt, lifting and bracing her against the post.

“Lobo,” she moaned. “Yes... right... there.” Throwing her head back, she let herself succumb to the sweet sensations of his mouth on her sex, his lips nibbling at her swollen nub and his tongue spearing her aching flesh. She melted against him, and dear God, she was on fire.

“You taste like honey, Tehya,” he murmured against her. “And apples. I fucking love apples.”

He eased his finger inside her slick heat and pumped slowly as he kissed her deeply. Intimately. Tremors shook her and a sultry moan rattled her all the way to her core, adding to the amazing sensation whipping her into a frenzy.

Ecstasy spiraled through her, spinning faster and faster as his clever tongue lapped at her. She was close, so close.... He captured her clit and sucked, and she screamed as the orgasm crashed over her. Distantly, she heard the flap of bird wings as the startled creatures flew out of the nearby trees, and then she heard Lobo whispering her name as he came to his feet and stepped between her legs.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” His voice was rough, raw, and he was just as rough and raw when he entered her in a single hard thrust.

He didn’t give her a chance to adjust to his enormous presence or to catch her breath. He braced his hands on the post and pounded into her, his hips slamming against her thighs. The vortex of pleasure and heat spun up again, and she wrapped her arms around him and clung as if she could get even closer.

“Don’t leave me again,” he said, lowering his lips to hers. “You’re everything to me.”

He fused his mouth to hers, capturing her moan of acceptance. She wrapped herself tighter around him, stroking his back, reveling in the flex of the hard muscles under his smooth skin. He ground against her, his shaft hitting just the right place, and she came without warning, a sudden, explosive blast that rocked her all the way to her bones.

She felt Lobo stiffen and jerk reflexively, and a shout tore from his throat as hot jets filled her. His expression... ah, damn, she’d never seen anything as amazing as this powerful man locked in the sweet agony of sex. The tendons in his neck strained, the veins next to them pulsed, and her fangs punched down hard.

“Yes,” he whispered, sensing her need. “Feed.”

She tapped the back of her fangs with her tongue, a sharp instinct guiding her. During her feverish delirium of transforming from a human into a vampire, she’d scoured the SuperWeb, looking for any information she could find about vampires. She vaguely remembered reading something about glands behind the fangs that produced an agent that made penetration more pleasurable.

Glands that were harvested from vampires for use as extreme luxury arousal ointments. She shuddered. Humans were horrible. But they were probably onto something, so she’d have to experiment with using her fangs on more sensitive parts of Lobo’s body.

Later.

Right now, the vein in his throat was throbbing in a mesmerizing rhythm that made her mouth water. She struck fast, sinking her fangs deep. His groan vibrated against her teeth as she drank, and then he was moving again, his hips pumping even more furiously than before. Hunger and pleasure swamped her, allowing for only a dim awareness that somehow they’d ended up in his bed, and the hand-carved headboard was banging against the log wall.

They peaked again, this time together. A perfect circuit of sexual energy sizzled through them—she could actually feel what he was feeling, hope, happiness, contentment—and somehow it was all connected inside them both.

Pleasure and warmth flowed over her for so long that she lost track of time and place. She thought she might have lost consciousness too, but eventually the world came into focus again. She and Lobo were tangled together on the bed. At some point he’d stripped, and now they were skin to skin, and he was still inside her.

He blinked drowsily and gave her a lopsided smile. “Well,” he said in a raspy, sexy voice. “You marked me, just like you said you would.”

A drop of blood dripped down his throat, and she gasped in horror. “Oh, shit.” Shoving up on one rubbery arm, she swiped her tongue over the punctures in his neck to heal the wounds. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt? Will it scar?”

He chuckled, a deep, masculine sound that fired her up all over again. Oh, yes, being a vampire was way better than being a wolf. Well, mostly. There was nothing like running through the forest on four legs and howling into the night.

The beautiful thing was that now she could play in both worlds.

“I wasn’t talking about your bite.” He pushed up on one elbow and pointed to some angry raised lines just above the scar from the recent arrow wound.

Frowning, she traced the contours of the design with her finger. What the heck was it? A leaf? No... a feather. “I don’t understand.”

He captured her hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “It’s a mate mark. According to legend, it appears when a match is approved by the gods.” He winked. “Or something like that.”

She wasn’t sure she believed his legend, but she couldn’t deny that it sounded wonderful. “What does that mean exactly?”

“It means I’m yours,” he said, pulling her on top of him and tucking her head against his chest. “My precious Tehya. You’ve saved my life in so many ways.”

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