He continued to thrust, and his fangs dropped low and sharp.
She gasped, instinctively turning her neck, no longer calculating anything. His fangs pierced her flesh. Pain slashed into her skin and went deeper, somehow intensifying her orgasm until she had to close her eyes or have them blast completely out of her head. The waves took her away until she finally sighed in defeat, her body sated, her mind peacefully blank.
He ground against her and growled low as his body shook with his own release.
His fangs retracted, and he licked her neck like a lazy puppy, releasing her hands.
She drew her arms down and ran her palms along his quivering muscles. Her mind tried to awaken, but only a nice buzz filled her ears. “Ivar.” She’d truly underestimated what sex with him would feel like.
“Mmm?” He kissed along her cheek and down her nose.
“I had no idea what my body was capable of,” she whispered.
He paused and partially lifted his head so his now blue gaze met hers. His burst of laughter was as unexpected as it was endearing. His grin remained, making him look more boyish than she would’ve thought possible. He licked her bottom lip. “Let’s see what else this body of yours can do, Missy, my girl.”
Chapter Nineteen
Ivar stretched awake right around dawn with a snuggly woman in his arms. He lay on his back, and she’d curled into his side, her nose in his neck. His woman didn’t move much during the night. He blinked. His woman? What the hell? He didn’t have the right to claim anyone right now. Yet having the brilliant physicist tucked into his side felt right. More right than he’d experienced in hundreds of years.
She stretched against him like a satisfied cat. “I wish I could diagram last night in a mathematical equation.”
He grinned into the darkness. “I bet you could figure it out.”
“Most certainly, but I won’t have time with the new theories I have to prove about dimensional jumping.” Her warm breath brushed his neck, and he fought to keep arousal at bay. “And today I need to start practicing mind shields.”
“You will.” He caressed her hair, loving the feel of it between his fingers, wanting to know more about her. Everything about her. Would she share with him? He hadn’t felt this complete in much too long, and he wanted to hold on to the feeling as long as possible. Just who was this woman? What had made her? “What were your parents like?”
She stiffened slightly. “They were good parents. Taught me to love math and physics, and I believe they liked each other well enough.”
“Sounds cold.” He pulled her closer.
“It was sufficient.” She sighed. “When I was eight, I wanted a puppy for my birthday. My dad bought me my first book on black holes and the mystery of the universe instead. I can’t complain. Look how my life turned out.”
He could see her. A little girl with those big brown eyes. She should’ve been given the book and the dog.
She rolled closer and blinked up at him. “What year were you born?”
“The year 1107,” he said quietly.
She lifted her head more. “That’s mind-boggling. You’ve seen everything. The moon landing. The invention of the internet. Not to mention running water and electricity.” She moved up his body, her gaze on his. “You said you met Einstein. Who else?”
He started naming scientists he thought she’d be interested in hearing about, and soon, the sun started peeking through the window shades. “And van Gogh wasn’t crazy like everyone says. He just saw the world differently.”
Delight crossed her features. “I have so many more questions.”
“Go ahead.” He hadn’t relaxed like this in eons.
“What about your family? Do you have anybody left?” Her voice softened.
“No,” he said, for once not feeling uncomfortable about discussing his past. “My parents were killed in a war a century ago, while my brother was killed by the Kurjans and I took his place on the Seven.” Their deaths still felt raw. “I had a sister, one my folks had adopted. She was killed by a man who courted her, and I killed him afterward.” The idea of anybody hurting a woman still pissed him off, and he had no problem killing abusers. Never had and probably never would. “Does that frighten you?”
“No,” she said, kissing the area right above his heart. “Should it?”
He shook his head.
She tilted hers. “I thought I heard Logan talking about teleporting during the ritual to become