Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,67

in you. Your heart in mine.

We will never be undone.

She bared her teeth in a feral growl, her eyelids swooping down as her body shook and squeezed his in one cataclysm after another.

But she determinedly held his eyes, keeping their gazes fused. Claiming him just as fiercely as he Claimed her.

Relentlessly, he stroked into her, though her strong thighs clamped around his hips so tightly, it felt like he was breaking into her anew with each thrust.

She made him work for every inch. To plow painstakingly into her clenching core until he hit home. Then fight for each withdrawal as her inner muscles ruthlessly milked him. Just so he could do it all over again.

And again.

And again.

Until finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him inside her in all ways.

With surprising strength, she brought his mouth back to hers, fusing their lips together, pushing her tongue like a merciless marauder into the wet heat of him, staking her claim.

Come for me, Dalair, she commanded through their Bond.

Her core convulsed so hard around him, a guttural groan of pained-pleasure was wrenched from his throat and swallowed greedily by her mouth.

Come, my love. My Mate.

My Destiny.

And so he did.

In wave after crashing wave of hot cream. Erupting endlessly inside her, filling her to overflowing. Branding every crevice within her with his essence.

Her body rejoiced by clenching around him even harder, tighter. Her spirit filled his with Sustenance, lifting him.

Removing all doubt until only strength and conviction remained.

*** *** *** ***

“Jade. Inanna.”

The Dark King very subtly arched one brow as he flicked his glance at the third visitor amidst the trio of inhumanly beautiful and powerful women.

“Pure One,” he finally acknowledged, his tone somewhat disapproving.

“The name’s Aella Alexander,” the Elite warrior said with a smirk. “It’s an honor to finally make your acquaintance, Dark King Ramses.”

She made a show of looking around the immaculate, ornate, yet not ostentatious Great Hall of the Cove, the base of the New England vampires.

“Nice,” she complimented with a soft whistle. “This is only the second time I’ve been here. Didn’t have the opportunity to appreciate it fully the first go-round.”

He ignored her and turned to the other two females.

Aella took the snub in stride. She was well aware that Ramses had no love for Pure Ones, even though his undeclared Mate was one.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected visit, Jade?” he asked in that low, hypnotic voice, sitting upon that gigantic throne and somehow making it seem small with his big, black-clad, muscular body.

And his larger-than-life presence.

Another dangerous-looking male stood a few feet beside him. From the longish black hair, pale face, eerie green eyes and distinct resemblance to the Dark Ones’ Assassin, Ryu Takamura, Aella guessed that this was Eli Scott, or Lord Wind, as he was once known.

And too, his palpable aura of bad-assery might have given him away. The very air was still around him, as if holding its breath for his command.

“It’s time you took a stand, my friend,” the ex-vampire queen got straight to the point. “You can’t straddle the middle indefinitely.”

“But I straddle it so well,” the sexy-as-sin male returned in his husky rumble, the double entendre of his words not lost on anyone.

Especially if one had ovaries.

Aella was extremely thankful to have the most magnificent male of her own at home, because it was a forgone conclusion that she’d feel frisky when she returned after this mission.

Jade’s sensuous lips curled at the corners, seemingly enjoying the vampire king’s way with words.

It amazed Aella a little that Jade hadn’t chosen Ramses as her Consort and retained the throne. They seemed to be made for each other. Both were highly sexual, supremely confident people. Powerful in their own right, not so much because of their Gifts, but because they were natural rulers. They had a way about them that made others want to follow.

Though Aella had been First General of the Amazon warriors in her human life and knew about leadership, this was on another level altogether. Some people were simply born to it.

But, as Fate would have it, Jade abdicated her throne to Mate with a Pure One. Though she was hardly the “little woman” in her relationship with Seth, it was a far cry from being the most powerful Dark regent in modern times. Even so, Jade seemed extremely content with her new circumstances, if the cat-got-the-cream smile that often graced her lips was any indication.

Similarly, Ramses could have further solidified his rule as a