Wicked Soul (Ancient Blood #1)

“Very,” he said.

I smiled at his complete lack of masculine posturing. I guessed a thousand years calmed down a guy’s need to pretend nothing ever hurt. I rubbed my hand gently against his spine, part of me wishing to soothe the pain that no longer lingered, before I moved back around, dragging a finger along to rest against his shoulder tattoo.

“And this? Does this mean anything?”

“A mark of my clan.”

My hand found the neck tattoo, and I stroked across it with my palm.

"It’s meant as a protective ward," he said before I could to ask.

Something husky in his voice made me look up from his neck to his eyes.

They were dark, and that something down low in my stomach pulsed hotly in response.

And then his gaze flickered to my mouth.

I didn't pause to think—I just leaned in and pressed my lips against his.

Warin drew in a sharp breath the second before my mouth touched his, and then he just stood there, frozen… for about three seconds.

Strong hands landed on my hips, and for a moment, I thought he was going to push me away.

I was wrong.

Suddenly, I was flush against his hard body, his mouth opening under mine, and I had time to think “oh, yes!” before instinct took over and I was kissing him with all I had, enjoying his lips and tongue claiming mine, egging me on.

He pushed me back until I slammed hard against the wall, and I groaned on impact as he body pinned me there, pressing into my soft curves.

My hands slipped up over his naked chest and locked around his neck, trying to pull him closer still, until I had to turn my head from his forceful kiss so I could inhale a few gulps of air.

Warin didn't waste time, dipping his head to my now-exposed jawline and neck. He pressed his lips desperately against my skin, over and over, moaning in need, until I heard a snick, followed by a groan.

I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped me as he pulled his head back and forced his fangs to retract, running his tongue over his teeth as he did, as if to alleviate some pressure.

"Having trouble?" I breathed. My fingers snaked into the short hair at the back of his neck and I ground my hips into his, making it clear I knew his fangs were not the only parts of him wanting to break free.

He growled—actually growled—at me and attacked my mouth again, fingers digging painfully but deliciously into the swell of my hips so he could lift me.

Obediently, I wrapped my legs around his waist, only to gasp into his mouth when the pressure of his body was now focused right against my clit. He pulled his hips back a little, only to slam them back against me, rubbing me in just the right way,. This time, I was the one to groan as moisture rushed from my core, readying me.

Warin inhaled deeply, only to growl again, one of his hands moving from my hips to fist in my hair, pulling my head back roughly. Exposing my throat to him.

His kisses to my neck were fevered, demanding my submission, and I whimpered in response, my brain and body happily giving in to him.

Pleased with my surrender, Warin pulled back a little, letting me slide to the floor as his hands grabbed my shirt and ripped, sending buttons flying. He snarled at the sight of my bra, ripping it off with one hand, carelessly throwing it to the floor.

Oh, wow, this was actually going to happen!

His demanding kisses continued down my chest, nibbling and licking at my heated skin. When he reached my left breast, his hand coming up to cup the right, I leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder, right where I’d taken his blood last.

Warin responded with a hoarse moan before he sucked my left nipple in between his soft lips.

I laughed as the tips of his fangs grazed my sensitive flesh—he was obviously struggling to keep them retracted.

"You don't have to hold them back for me," I whispered, my voice too thick with need for anything louder.

Warin pulled from my breast a little and let his fangs slide out, moaning in relief before he buried his mouth in my cleavage again. He sucked my nipples into aching points, teasing them with his sharp fangs until I was panting hard.

Only then did he sink to his knees in front of me.

“Oh,” I breathed as he looked up at me with desire thick in his lust-darkened eyes. “You want to…? You don’t have to…”

“Liv, I’ve ached to taste you since you opened the door smelling like sex and blood,” he said, a wicked smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. And then he grabbed my pants and ripped, sending them to the floor in a shredded pile. My panties followed before my dazed brain caught on to what he was referring to.

He meant the time I’d been on my period.

I’d thought he wanted to eat me.

Not… well, eat me.

“I’m not… um, on,” I said, not entirely sure if I was feeling awkward about any potential disappointment he was about to experience, or the fact that I’d entirely misunderstood his reaction back then.

Warin didn’t respond—he leaned in to give my stomach a nip—and then lifted my left leg over his shoulder and stroked his thumbs up my slit, parting me.

I whimpered and clutched frantically at the wall when he buried his mouth against my already soaking pussy, groaning as his tongue brushed up along the center once before his cool lips closed tightly around my clit.

He wasn't gentle, and he didn't ease into it. My hips bucked fervently for his lashing tongue, and I groaned when he slipped two fingers into me with ease without ever letting up. When he curled them after that spot, pressing roughly, I flew over the edge with a wail, fingers grasping desperately at his hair.

“Oh, my goddess. Wow, Warin, that…Oh! Holy—!” My broken cry died on a long moan when he delved right back, giving my swollen clit no respite.

He licked, sucked, and finger-fucked me through three orgasms, until there was no shred of doubt left in my mind that he was definitely not disappointed. He wasn’t as loud about his pleasure as I was, but the sexy noises he groaned against my pussy were unmistakable.

Finally, when my clit couldn’t take anymore and I feebly pushed at his head to give my screaming nerves a break, he relented and eased off.

But before I could slump back against the wall and try to collect myself again, a sharp sting in my inner thigh paired with sudden and rough pressure against my G-spot sent me over again so hard I saw stars.

Through a haze of spent pleasure I looked down at Warin still kneeling between my legs. His mouth was against my inner thigh, sucking a few more times before his tongue darted out, licking the skin and sending delicious shivers up my body.

"Hungry?" I teased.

Warin looked up from his crouched position with a dark smirk. "Oh, Liv, you have no idea."

Pleasant tingles spread through my body at his dark voice and equally dark eyes, centering between my thighs. I tugged at his hair, willing him to get up so we could continue.