She nodded with a breathy, “Yes.”
His long fingers found the apex between her legs and teased her swollen bud. “Fuck. You’re soaked for me.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple again, covering it and sucking hard before commanding, “Open your legs wider.”
She did, then rocked her hips as he slicked his fingers into her folds. As she pulled her arms, his leather belt strained and creaked.
“No,” he said, gazing up with a dark smile. “You’ll keep your hands to yourself.”
She closed her eyes and thrust her hips up, aching for more.
“You want my fingers inside you?” He teased around her entrance, dragging a choking sound from her throat.
Her canines were long and sharp, pushing her mouth open, so every little sensual sound crept from her throat and filled the room with her desperate need.
“Tell me, Mina, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Yes,” she said more violently than she meant to.
He lowered his head and nicked the mound of her breast with a fang, releasing a drop of his elixir into her body. It felt just like the man who owned it, burning through her like an avalanche of potent aggression and power. Just one drop sent her body shuddering on a wave of ecstasy. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have his long fangs embedded in her throat, releasing the full power of the man in his elixir.
“Oh, God,” she cried as he teased and circled her sex, slicking around and around the engorged bud.
“You’ll have to speak clearly, Mina.”
“Yes, Mikhail. Put your fingers inside me.”
Closing his mouth over a taut nipple, he pushed one long finger inside, her tight flesh yielding to his intrusion. Sweet bliss. She thrust up and clamped her muscles around his finger. He lifted over her and stared down.
“Bloody fucking hell.” He pulled out.
“No,” she protested. “Please, Mikhail. Please don’t stop.”
“Easy.”
He glided two fingers in, pumping slowly, letting her body welcome the foreign intrusion. Without removing his fingers, he leveraged down her body, flipping up her skirts. She was bare to him, her knees bent, her hips making tiny thrusts as he pumped inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch him stare at her so intimately.
“No, Mina. Look at me.”
She had to obey. When she did, she found he’d laid between her legs, holding his body up on one forearm, his face just above her mound.
“I want you to watch me give you pleasure.”
It wasn’t a request. She nodded. Then he lowered his head and opened his hot, wet mouth on the bud of her sex, pumping his fingers in a long, slow glide. She fisted her hands, pulling the belt taut, pressing her pelvis toward his wicked, wicked mouth.
“Please,” she begged.
He flicked down her center with his tongue and thrust his fingers deeper, harder, faster. She ground her sex against his hot mouth and lapping tongue, her own violent need stoking her higher. His other hand slid under her ass, gripping one cheek, his thumb spreading her wider for his feast.
He lifted his head, still stroking his long fingers, staring at her with palpable heat and longing.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Her own sensuality drove her now, as she thrust her hips up against the downward stroke of his fingers. Her she-beast wanted free. Jerking one hand with a surge of strength, she pulled it loose, the other cinched tight in the belt loop. His gaze flicked up to her as she mounded her breast and pinched the taut nipple with thumb and forefinger. The answering growl from Mikhail pebbled her skin on the erotic sound.
He bent his head again to his wicked work, licking with new vigor.
“Mikhail,” she whispered, bucking harder against his mouth.
He clenched his fingers around her ass and pumped his fingers deeper, harder. Her vampire guiding her now, she reached down with her free hand and clenched a fist into his hair, holding him in place as she stroked herself up against his hot mouth.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice unusually low and dark, her keening cries quickening, louder and closer together.
“Come for me, Mina,” he whispered before clamping his lips over her clit and growling, the vibration shooting her over the edge.
“Mikhail!” she screamed.
Waves of pleasure rippled around his thrusting fingers. She let out little moans of ecstasy with each throbbing pulse, even as he licked her sensitive bud while she came down from her fevered release.
White spots appeared in her periphery. She’d nearly fallen unconscious at the violent pleasure tearing through her. He slipped his fingers out slowly, and she whimpered in protest. He placed a sweeping kiss on her inner thigh, brushing his stubbled jaw in a tender caress.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured almost to himself. Then he was over her, pressing her body into the mattress with his own. His large, stiff bulge pushed against her hip.
She’d never taken her fist from his hair. Holding his weight on a forearm, he placed his other hand on top of hers in his hair, lacing his fingers between hers.
“Better?” he asked, arching a brow.
A giddy joy rose up inside. “Much.” She let it bubble up into laughter before she squirmed, her hip bone pressing on his erection.
His eyes widened, his gaze falling to her lips once again. He lowered his mouth to hers. Like the brush of wispy clouds, he skated in light, torturous touches. So light, he might’ve been brushing her lips with a feather.
“You’ve been honest with me, Mina.” Another tantalizing touch of lips, a small slip of tongue. “So I’ll be honest with you.”
She kept her eyes open, as did he, his vampire burning bright in every taut line of his face.
“I want you.” He let loose his hand lacing her fingers, then gripped her nape, squeezing gently. “I want you so much, I feel like if I don’t make you mine soon, then some part of me will break away and disappear into the unknown. Then another will break away and another, until there’s nothing left of me at all but a hollow void. A shell of a man.” A trail of his tongue along the slightly parted seam of her lips. “I didn’t know I’d ever have to choose between a woman and the Bloodguard.” He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. “But I didn’t know I’d ever meet you.”
Her heart in her throat, she whispered, “I don’t want you to have to choose between me and the Bloodguard.”
“I don’t, either, Mina.” He pressed a harder kiss to her lips, stroking sweetly with his tongue before pulling away, a pulse of fervent adoration seeping into her empathic senses from this virile man. “But I also want to be whole. Sometimes, I think the heavens put me in that tower in Briar Rose and sealed my fate with that blood kiss. Like fate is against me.”
“No,” she whispered fervently, brushing a lock of his dark hair away from his brow. “I’ve felt the same since that very moment. Fate is with us. You were meant to be the one to awaken me.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “We’ll find a way, Mina, we’ll—”
Without warning, he lurched off of her and leaped to the window.