Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,84

shirt and noticed, too, that the dark bruises all over his torso seemed to have lessened, though she couldn’t be sure, not having his heightened vampire sight in the darkness of the cavern.

It was working! Her blood was healing him!

Her blood, and perhaps her sex as well. For Eveline knew what it meant to grow Pure female fangs for the first and only time in the course of her millennia-old existence.

She’d found her Eternal Mate.

She hadn’t been looking, certainly not within a ten-mile radius of a male like Ramses. But here he was anyway. Defying and reinventing all of her expectations. And now that she knew of his existence, now that she’d tasted his intoxicating seed and blood, it seemed as if this was what she’d always wanted. He was who she craved.

No other.

He stared back at her with unrestrained passion swirling in the dark depths of his incredible obsidian eyes as the impact of her epiphany rocked through her.

Suddenly, Eveline felt indescribably vulnerable and panicked, her armor of logical equanimity evaporating like insubstantial steam.

While everything about Ramses seemed just as impenetrable and invincible as always.

Just because she tagged him as her Mate didn’t mean that he had to reciprocate. Even if he were Pure, there would be no guarantee.

But he was a Dark One. And a King besides. He could have anyone he wanted for Mate. Why would he choose a small, red-haired librarian beyond the duration of their Blood Contract? She wished they were equal in this uncomfortable feeling of helplessness and nakedness. She wished she could take some of his mythical control and dominance into herself. She wished—

Even before she finished her thought, he spread his legs wide on either side of her body, giving her ready access to whatever she wanted. Verily, it looked as if he’d been restrained to the ground by invisible bonds.

“Eveline, are you…?”

She comprehended his question before he completed it.

He’d lain back and opened his body to her not by his own will just now, but because she’d commanded it with her thoughts. She was in control. She had dominion over him.

Fascinating.

Keeping their gazes locked, his own eyes blazing with heat and…surprise, he slowly took his arms away from her and folded them beneath his head.

As he did so, every vein on his body raised to the surface of his skin. She saw them clearly everywhere. Like pale green lightning streaks forking and splitting across his flesh, pulsing for her attention, begging her to penetrate every single one of them.

Take him.

The insistent words echoed in her mind again.

“Is this a spell?” he gritted out, snapping her eyes back to his. “Is this how you’re controlling me?”

“I just thought…”

She licked her lips, scooping an errant drop of his blood from the corner of her mouth inside.

Ambrosia.

She wanted to gorge upon him until she was too full to move.

Whether or not he returned her Claim on him, at least she didn’t feel the ravaging effects of the Decline. She didn’t think it was because he loved her, because she wasn’t entirely certain (Pure female fangs notwithstanding) that she loved him. Pesky, irrational emotion, love was. Even if she felt it, she wasn’t necessarily ready to accept it.

Perhaps it was simply a physical thing that fused them together like powerful magnets. Perhaps a Pure One and a Dark One had different chemistry, so the Cardinal Rule didn’t apply.

Perhaps she should just “let her hair down” and enjoy Ramses as mother nature intended—by riding him into the cavern ground.

Mine! Mine! Mine!

“Yes,” she finally answered, realizing it was true. “I thought about wanting you displayed like a pagan offering just now so that I could feast upon your body.”

Said body flinched and shuddered beneath her like the beginnings of an earthquake.

Her eyes flicked to his, uncertain of his reaction, yet determined also to get her way.

“Do you mind terribly?”

She was asking him to cede control to her, and she saw from the understanding in his eyes that he knew she’d release him from her spell if he didn’t want it too. She’d never take from him without his permission.

But…

With his blood spreading like wildfire throughout her system, his cock still buried deeply within her, she reveled in the glorious, unparalleled power of commanding him. Of having him at her mercy.

Of having his trust. A kind of trust she was certain he’d never gifted to another.

His dark eyes glittered as he held her gaze.

“Do it,” he rumbled low. “Take what you want.”

“Take all of me.”

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