Wicked Soul (Ancient Blood #1)

In a blur of speed he was on his feet, picking me up and—apparently—getting out of his pants. His naked flesh chilled my thighs while he rested me against his own.

"There is no going back now, my love,” he whispered, staring into my eyes with fire in his gaze.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning my forehead against his. "I wouldn't dream of it." My voice was hoarse. Needy.

He lifted me up higher and pressed me hard against the wall again, and then, with no further warning, he entered me. Fully

“Fuck!” I stiffened and grasped onto his shoulders as my body struggled to adapt to the sudden intrusion. I was plenty wet enough to take him, but he was thick, and the difference between our body temperatures made my pussy clamp tight around his hard flesh.

Warin hissed his pleasure out as he held me to his body, his muscles shaking with the iron control he was exercising in order to give me enough time to accept his presence within me.

We both felt the moment I was ready.

I threw my head against the wall as he pulled back, only to slam right back, filling me completely.

I had honestly imagined sex with Warin many, many times, courtesy of the blood exchanges, but even in the most desperate times, I had never imagined this.

His need was as intense as my own, and he drove into me mercilessly, my paintings plummeting from the wall we were fucking against. My back slammed against the surface, but he bracketed the impact with his arms as he kept fucking me harder and faster than any human could ever replicate.

I don’t know how long he took me up against the wall—I was too lost on hazy pleasure of the delicious friction against every sensitive spot inside my clenching sex—but some time later, he decided it was time to change position.

He swung me around so swiftly my vision blurred, tossing me on the couch. I bounced once, and then he was between my legs again, anchoring me with the weight of his pelvis as he penetrated me all the way to the hilt once more. As if being parted from me was physically painful.

My only focus, the only thing I could even register, was the delicious, unrelenting, too-fast friction that was pushing me closer and closer to the brink of insanity for every smack of his hips against mine. When he reached in between us, rubbing my still-aching clit just so without ever stopping the brutal pace, I came again. And again. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids and I convulsed underneath him, keening my pleasure out as he took full control of my body.

At some point, the couch gave up underneath us. Warin braced me from the impact with his arms, easily rolling us off the ruined piece of furniture and tipping over the coffee table in the process.

We landed on the floor, still with me beneath him. I clung to him, desperately clawing at his skin, my hips slamming into the floor with enough strength for bursts of pain to seep through my lust-induced haze.

"Bed!" I managed to gasp.

He grunted and lifted me up, my legs still around his hips, only to slam me into the wall in the hallway, his arms taking the brunt of the impact.

I came again before we made it to the bedroom, just as Warin buried his fangs in my neck.

My pleasured scream turned into whimpers, not from pain, but from the intensity of the emotions burning through my body and mind as he drank from me.

Warin lifted his head from my neck at the sound of my whimper, my blood coloring his lips and teeth. The most intense look I’d ever seen burned in his dark eyes as he stared into mine. Into my soul. "You. Are. Mine."

"Always been yours," I gasped, feeling the truth of the words as I spoke them. He may have been claiming me with his body and words now, but I’d belonged to him from the moment I first saw him.

In a blur we were in bed, and soon my body was once again straining under his, fighting for release.

"Please," I begged as he tossed his head back, pinning my shoulders to the mattress, lost in our shared pleasure. "Please, Warin, I need you to… Oh, goddess, I need… with you!"

He heard me.

Letting go of my shoulders, he leaned back on his knees, pulling my lower body up by the hips while he increased the impossible speed he was driving into me with.

I was faintly aware of his growling shout of release as my entire body arched up, tensing every muscle in almost pained bliss. And then there was nothingness.



* * *



When I came to, it was to the feeling of Warin’s slow licks along the side of my neck where he'd bitten me.

I cracked an eye open. "Still hungry?" My voice was hoarse, probably from screaming.

He looked up, his eyes softening. "No, my love. I’m not."

Love, huh? Someone certainly got in the sweet-talking mood after sex. Mind-blowing, out-of-this-world, fantastic-beyond-description sex.

I moved to scoot into his embrace, but winced when several of the muscles in my torso protested.

“Liv,” he murmured. "I was too rough." His fangs snicked down and he lifted his wrist, without a doubt to bite into it.

I slapped a hand down on his arm. “Knock it off. I’m fine, just a bit sore." Okay, a bit more than a bit. But it was a comfortable, sultry ache that confirmed that I hadn't just passed out and had the best dream ever. I rolled over so I could cuddle into his armpit, nuzzling his chest.

“If you’re sure,” he sighed.

“I’m sure. Some of us don’t get off on drinking blood, ya know.”

He pulled me in closer and buried his face in my hair, muting his rumbling chuckle in my tangled locks.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, and as far as I was concerned—basking in the best afterglow I’d ever experienced. Sex with Warin was good—so good I was pretty sure he’d ruined me for human men forevermore, but… there was so much more than the physical pleasure between us. In my bones, I knew everything was finally… right.

I knew then that I loved him.

Not as a friend. Not even as a bit of a crush.

No. I loved him with everything I was, and everything I’d ever be. I loved him like I’d been born with the sole purpose of loving this man. There was nothing else, and there would never be anything else.

“Your heart’s beating faster again,” Warin murmured into my hair. “And you smell of fear. What’s troubling you, little one?”

“Nothing, I just… You never told me what you found out with the skinwalkers. Did you get an idea of who’s helping them?”

Warin finally lifted his head, supporting it on one hand so he could look down at me. “You wish to speak about this now?”

“Well…” I couldn’t really fault his surprised tone. It probably wasn’t the best post-sex subject, but it was infinitely safer than the frantic panic churning in my brain. “We didn’t really get a chance to before.”

Warin snorted, then sighed and rolled over onto his back, dragging me with him so I was resting against his chest. “It’s not good news. They have vanished into thin air.”