part of himself deep inside.
“Hold on,” she said, rolling over. “Let me adjust the mirror. I want to be able to see all of you as you’re making love to me.”
Heaven help him, he thought as he stared at her. Positioned like she was, on all fours, it’d be easy for him to take her this way. His balls ached, suddenly feeling even heavier between his legs. Again, their eyes met in the reflection.
“Yes,” she answered his unspoken question, arching her back slightly.
Gripping himself, he slid just the tip against her swollen opening and it easily slipped inside. She tried to rock back on him, but he held her steady for a moment. He turned his attention to the mirror to find that her breasts had spilled out over the top of the black lace. Good. He’d be able to watch them bounce and move. Her bottom was round, gorgeous, her daggerlike heels pointed out behind him. From this angle, he could see a few inches of his erection. But if he moved over, he might be able to…
Shifting slightly, he— Christ, he could see everything now.
“My God, Char. You’re so hot, you should be illegal.” Curving his fingers around her corset-covered waist, he thrust his hips forward. And in one amazing instant, he watched as he slid into her body.
“Oh, my God, Trace. This is…is…”
She wasn’t going to say big again, was she? Not that he would’ve minded.
He molded his chest to her back, rested his hands beside hers, then began to move inside her. The friction of each stroke ignited all his nerve endings to the point where he didn’t think he could hold out much longer. His fangs were already fully extended.
“You’re so beautiful, Char,” he whispered into her hair. “And I love you so incredibly much.”
“And I love you, too.”
With his tongue, he easily located the pounding pulse of her vein. In one swift movement, his fangs clamped down and plunged into her flesh. She stiffened momentarily, let out a soft hiss. And as he swallowed that first sip of sweetness and felt her muscles spasm around him, he came hard, releasing his seed in an explosion of white-hot pleasure.
“Honestly, Char,” he said as they lay in each other’s arms a few minutes later. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you.”
All his life, he’d tried to live up to his birthright, holding duty and honor above all else. But in the end, although those things were still important to him, it was the love of this woman that had truly completed him, making it possible for him to fulfill his destiny. Oddly enough, were his father still alive today, Trace was pretty certain he’d have been proud of him and the choices he had made.
“Simple,” she said. “You were true to yourself and followed your heart, which made you the man of my dreams.”
MONSTERS DON’T DO CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER ONE
THE WEREWOLF’S FIST packed a remarkable wallop. Daniel Harrison had developed some kind of funky, supernatural strength since he’d transformed into a vampire a year ago, but he’d quickly learned that strength was nothing when matched against a werewolf.
Why did these guys hate him so much?
There were two of them, and the biggest, with no discernible neck, served a pummel of blows to Daniel’s gut. He wasn’t in position to latch on to either with his fangs, and the idea of clamping down on their nasty flesh didn’t suit his preference for a clean bite.
A Christmas storm battered New York City. Snowflakes stung them with an icy scrape and at times hindered Daniel from seeing the oncoming punches.
He knew why the dogs had been following him on his nightly hunt for sustenance. They sought an unaligned vampire who had no ties to the local tribes to bring home to the pack and turn into a chew toy. Wolves did nasty things with vampires, like lock them up, force them to endure UV light torture, then after the vamps were starving and raging for blood, the wolves pitted them against one another in a battle to the death. This vampire wasn’t down for the count yet.
With renewed vigor, Daniel swung and landed a forceful punch in a werewolf’s kidney. The bruiser grunted and toppled backward, landing in his cohort’s arms. Bouncing on his feet like a boxer, Daniel had to smile at the swift move.
“Hey!”
At sound of the female voice, all three—vampire and werewolves—twisted to spy a woman tromping down the snow-packed alleyway with a