"Wait! I liked that." The vampire had made her cl**ax three times, and now he was stopping her before his own release?
"About to . . . come." He seemed out of his head. His skin gleamed with sweat. Whipcord tendons stood out on his torso.
"I kind of figured that out."
"Watch me this time, little Bride." Even though his expression was anguished, his eyes seemed . . . loving. "So you know what to expect the next."
She stroked his slick length, making him buck in her grip. "Are you sure?"
Between gnashed teeth, he said, "See what you've done to me."
Chapter 38
"Well, I had wanted to see this." Another groan from the vampire.
When she started rubbing his erection, he wrapped his hand around hers. Their gazes met, and together they worked his flesh.
Beneath her palm, she could feel his shaft pulsating, still growing though they squeezed it so hard.
Just when she perceived it beginning to pump, he bit out, "Watch me."
Eyes gone wide, she did.
The crown erupted with pearly seed, spurting, arcing over his torso. He threw back his head and bellowed, his body wracked with pleasure, muscles straining from it.
Beauty, form . . . function. The vampire yelled in his language, thrashing in their grip. She was awed, speechless as they wrung his se**n free.
"It's for you," he groaned as his back bowed and his spend lashed up his chest. "Always for you."
After wiping his shirt over his torso, Trehan drew Bettina to him, tucking her body against his side. He pressed a kiss against her hair, satisfaction filling him.
Warm, sated Bride. Rain. Peace. Yes, he felt at peace when he held her.
Again, he asked himself, Why not this place? This could be his, she could be his. Together, he and Bettina would start a new house.
"I think you like it here," she said, reading his thoughts.
"Yours is a swamp plane with frequent precipitation. I come from a cold realm with zero rain. Still, I could be so content with you here."
"Truly?"
He lazily stroked her hair. "That's not saying much, I'm afraid. I could be content on a hell plane with you by my side."
He felt her smile against his chest. From his dreams of her, he knew that she'd once been quick to smile, a happy female who liked to laugh. But this tournament had disheartened her more than anyone could have guessed.
"Vampire, what else have you seen from my memories?"
He skimmed his thumb and forefinger along a glossy braid. "I saw that you fear taking the crown of this realm."
"Shouldn't I? I'm so different from everyone here-with no horns, no fangs, no strength. Sometimes I feel like an imposter."
"You are precisely what Abaddon needs. Your subjects are warlike and raucous. A levelheaded, compassionate queen is the only thing that will keep your realm out of constant conflict. Especially during an Accession."
"I never thought of it like that." Then her tone turned contemplative. "I'm not really compassionate. I think bad things should happen to evil people."
"If anyone is evil to you again, I guarantee they'll meet a bad end. And that's if you don't get to them first. I experienced what it was like when you use your power."
"You did? Which time?"