Hour of the Dragon - Heather Killough-Walden Page 0,152

and continued drinking her life’s blood. Let me in, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.

It was the promise of the devil. Anna felt the very real magic lacing his softly-spoken command, and rather than knee-jerk react to his obvious move for control, she surrendered to it. She really had no choice any longer; she was as much his in that moment as she had ever been.

So she gave in and opened her legs for him again, spreading her knees further apart on the bed’s silk-sheeted mattress. “Please,” she gasped, a single word that always managed to speak volumes. She was at once rewarded with his touch moving inward to glide along the slick cleft between her lips. “Good girl,” he softly praised her, and damn if he didn’t sound genuinely grateful that she’d obeyed him.

Antares pulled her away from the headboard, allowing her to release it at last as he sat back on his heels on the bed and eased her into his lap. Her hands fell to his thighs, her nails digging into the dark denim that hugged the rock-hard cords of muscle in his legs. Holy gods, she thought deliriously. His legs were sculpted perfection. He was perfection. This was her Ares, the most beautiful man in the world.

The reality of that washed over her, increasing her pleasure in a way she would have thought impossible. In the position he’d pulled her into she lay more horizontal atop him, and consequently more open. She knew he could see every part of her where he knelt behind her now. It was more forbidden, delicious knowledge.

She rested her head against his broad shoulder and closed her eyes when his fingers began working rewarding magic between her legs, circling and dipping, but never quite sinking into her. In the background of her consciousness, she noticed that there was something different about his broad shoulder now… no jacket, she thought absently… but she was too lost in what he was doing to her to pay it any further heed.

You’re so hot, so wet, little one. His voice in her head was lust-laced and hungry, low and animalistic.

When he began running hard, expert circles around her clitoris, Anna turned her head to the other side; she was close to thrashing again. Ares removed his hand from her stomach, where he had been holding her fast to him. She felt him do something behind her back and thought she heard material tearing.

And then Ares took her inner thighs in his strong hands, gripping hard enough to bruise as he pressed the remaining length of his long, sharp teeth into her throat, finally sinking them to the hilt. Anna felt the beginnings of an orgasm stir, the first few pulses of her abandonment to her lover’s control as at the same time, he used this bruising hold on her thighs to pull Annaleia back into his body. Anna screamed in sharp, cutting bliss as his now freed member pressed hard and hot as a steel brand against her slick opening, then drove in merciless and deep.

She found the pressure unbearable, the full sensation too tight, too much; and when he pressed his palm into the swollen nub of her clit and her orgasm finished ripping through her, parts of her vision began to fade as if clouds of black were moving in on a strong wind.

Stay with me, little dragon.

She barely heard his words as they reached into the void after her and attempted to draw her back from that little death. But his magic dove in after them and wrapped around her, pulling her free-falling senses back into the moment.

She moaned long and low, nearly sobbing beneath the magnificent sin that was the whole of all she could feel in that moment. Her core pulsed and squeezed over and over again, her orgasm seeming to go on forever.

That’s it, he told her as he rocked inside her, his rhythm slow and deep and punishing in all the right ways. We’re far from done yet.

Chapter Fifty-one – the Nomad’s study, location unknown

“Thank you for this,” said Victoria nervously. “I honestly can’t tell you what it means to me. And,” she laughed just as nervously, “I realize that when I first came to you, I wasn’t exactly… dressed to impress.” Her eyes darted to the shadows in the room as if expecting someone or something to step out of them any second now. Very, very softly, she added, “Even under normal circumstances, I don’t make