“I thought vampires didn’t have souls,” she whispered, in awe of her mate, at the love she saw that he dared not admit, so overwhelmed his eyes welled with emotion. “Orion?”
“You talk too much.”
He startled her into a laugh. “You talk too much, mate,” she corrected.
He groaned. “I give up. You talk too much, mate.”
She kissed him, giving him the permission, and the love, she’d been holding back for so long.
Orion kissed her back, his tongue invading, his hands everywhere his lips soon followed.
He suckled from her breasts, biting the taut tips until she couldn’t stop writhing, hungry for completion.
“Make me yours,” she demanded and clutched his head to her chest, keening when he finally pushed his finger inside her.
He pulled back, his eyes glowing, his fangs sharp. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Yes, in me.” She pulled him back down, not flinching when his fang tore her lip.
He lapped up her blood and moaned, removing his finger while he replaced it with something much bigger. Then he rose up on his hands and stared into her eyes.
“Watch me while I enter you.”
She stared at him, feeling everywhere they touched. He pushed into her slick sheath and kept going, the feeling of fullness so pleasurable she started coming, clamping down on him while he continued to thrust.
His eyes narrowed, and his heart raced faster. But Orion wouldn’t be rushed, and while she came, lost in pleasure, he made love to her, his body so slow, his taking so thorough, that she continued to seize as he moved, the overpowering rapture of a sea nymph in love.
The rocking of his body was like an ocean of ecstasy, and she cried his name, lost in the storm of their making.
“Kaia, let me, yes,” he hissed and stilled, releasing a flood into her, the climax ongoing as he spilled down her thighs and began to move again, still hard. “Gods and demons and everything in between, I’m not done, mate. Not done,” he moaned and took her once more.
But this time he withdrew and flipped her over, onto her hands and knees. He lifted her ass higher and entered her again, feeling huge from behind.
“Orion, yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you all night long. Coming with you, Kaia. Over and over. Until neither of us can walk, agapi mou.”
This sex felt so different, so wild and raw. He pounded into her, doing everything to make it pleasurable, following her thoughts as she guided him to what she needed, feeding off of what he needed. She’d had no idea making love could be so all-consuming. She could think of nothing but Orion, feeling so full and stretched and pleasured.
He put a hand under her and rubbed her clit, and the climax took her over, her body listening to his, squeezing him with her inner walls into an orgasm that had him roaring. He stayed like that inside her, pumping his seed that seemed never-ending.
Just as she thought they were done, her desire returned.
“Oh no, mate. We’ve hours to go,” he promised.
And the sea nymph buried inside her for so long exploded into being as he withdrew and moved underneath her. “Ride me, Kaia. Let me watch those pretty tits while you suck me dry with that pussy.”
She shivered. “Is this normal?” She didn’t see any blood from losing her virginity, just the pale pink semen from Orion all over her thighs and womanly curls.
“It’s normal for us,” he murmured. “Now bring those pretty breasts to my mouth.”
“Only if you promise to bite and suck them.”
He tensed. “Bite?”
“And suck those pearls of blood you took earlier.”
He groaned. “You’re making me way too hard too soon.”
She licked her lips. “You wanted a sea nymph. Now you have one.”
“No. I wanted you. The sea nymph stuff is add-on.”
She smiled. “Wait ‘til you see what I can do with my lady muscles.”
“Your what?”
She showed him not much later, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he came like a geyser, filling his pretty mate with everything he had to give.
Including his love.
Kraft, Khent, and Rolf listened to Orion and Kaia from across the hall in Kraft’s room. They’d been going at it for hours, and Kraft had to hand it to his kin for some kind of stamina.
“I think that might be a new vampire record,” Rolf said with a big grin. “You’re saying they haven’t taken a break since they started?”
Kraft made a face. “I’ve been trying to tune them out, but unless I leave my room, I keep hearing them. How the hell are the others not bothered by this?” Kraft didn’t mind his friend finally getting lucky. But by the Night, he was starting to feel jealous. It had been a while since he’d had a female. Maybe he ought to find one and see if he could get one to make him groan that loud.
“Macy and Fara are working in Fara’s lab,” Khent said. “Duncan and Varu are following up on that odd storm by the nest of warlocks you found.”
“Oh, right.”
Orion let out another satisfied groan.
“What is that? Six or seven times now?” Rolf asked.
“I can’t take it.” Kraft took Shadow out from under the pillow where he’d been hiding and headed for the basement. Khent peeled off to his laboratory, no doubt to play with more dead things. Rolf disappeared, to keep listening to Orion and Kaia—creepy—or disappear to wherever he disappeared to whenever he wanted to leave.
Unfortunately, instead of his new lycan buddy, Kraft found Hecate and a weird bar that stretched so far he couldn’t see where it ended. Which was super weird because the basement only had so much space on the land Hecate had purchased in Mercer Island.
“Hold there, Kraft. I’ll be right with you,” Hecate called, looking hot as hell in stilettos, a dress that showed some leg with a tight, V-cut bodice, and long, black hair with witch-red lips, her skin a warm brown that smelled like rich earth and mystical female. Hmm. He might just prefer this version of her forms over the others she’d worn. Hel-lo, Goddess.
She was deep in conversation with a dead-looking witch in a flapper dress and bell-shaped hat. Without looking at him, the dead witch fixed him a drink and slid it down the bar, where it stopped directly in front of him.
He took a sip, delighted to find it tasted like rich blood and moonlight with a hint of fae.
“Eh, wolfé, might ye be lookin’ fer company?” The giant dryad by his side had muscles bigger than his own and the greenest eyes he’d seen outside fae lands. She sounded part fae and part Irish and had to stand several feet taller than his own height.
Before he could answer, her gaze locked on a tall fae with antlers, a longbow over one shoulder, and a squirrel that kept running from shoulder to shoulder, occasionally scampering into the tall male’s spines.
“You evil pile of sticks,” the male boomed, and half the glasses near him shattered.
Interesting.
“Who are you calling a pile of sticks, you dead tree?” she boomed back.
They rushed each other and fell through the floor at a wave from a male in a long robe. Mormo? When had he arrived?
“They need couples counseling in the worst way,” a sprite near the now vanished couple said.