too?”
“Better.” A growl curled up the back of his throat at her hungry look. He took a firmer hold of the curves of her ass, guiding her tempo as she began to rock against him.
He felt her pleasure coil and loosen with each long, hard slide of their bodies together.
He couldn’t get close enough to her. Not even when he was impaled within her completely, their pelvises grinding against each other.
She moaned as their rhythm intensified. Rafe held her aloft in his palms, his arms doing the bulk of the work for both of them as she rode him. Her climax barreled up on her, spurring his own into a harder gallop. Lava roared into his veins. He couldn’t hold it back. Devony’s release hit at the same time his did, both of them crashing together, then splintering in a hot rush.
He lifted his head to watch her come and found her staring at him. Her fiery eyes were fixed on his throat, her fangs sharp and gleaming as she shuddered with the force of her orgasm. He could never get tired of seeing her like this, her true nature on full display for him, her passion surrendered to him with complete abandon.
But the fevered look in her pleasure-drenched gaze was something else. Hunger. Blood thirst.
He felt the razor edge of it. The dangerous intensity of her need.
He felt the astonishing depth of her love . . . for him.
It was a revelation, one that hit him with the force of a freight train. He stared at her, scowling to feel the tenderness of her affection braided inseparably with the intensity of her craving for his bond.
She nodded, a sad smile tugging at her lips. “It’s true. I’ve fallen in love with you, Rafe. There’s no sense trying to pretend I don’t when I know you can feel it.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t.”
His own arousal twisted tighter, her vulnerability toward him stripping away his defenses. Not that he had many where this extraordinary woman was concerned.
Devony Winters owned him. And everything male in him—everything Breed—responded with a savage need to possess her in every way.
He lunged forward and took her in a hard kiss.
“Fuck.” He pulled back on a hiss. His fingers came away from his mouth stained with blood. “Ah, Christ . . . Devony.”
She’d bit his lip. And now she stared at him, unapologetic.
A warning blazed in her eyes. He knew he should heed it.
He should stop this now.
He should leave the room, before they went too far.
Too fucking late for that. What smoldered between them could not be undone even without a blood bond to lash them together for the rest of their lives.
Rafe knew it.
She understood that too. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel Devony’s certitude coursing through his own veins with every hammering beat of his heart.
He knew he should be the stronger one.
For her, if not for himself and his future with the Order.
But tonight, he wanted this to be about her. About giving her comfort and pleasure. He wanted to give her whatever she needed to get through an awful night and the ugliness that had gotten too close to her.
He had come here tonight wanting to give her everything.
What she seemed to want most right now was the one thing he wanted too. Selfishly. Undeniably.
“Come here,” he said, his voice gravel in his throat. He took her beautiful face in his hands and kissed her again, unable to resist. Unable to deny her anything.
And when her mouth pulled away from his to drift down toward his neck, all he could manage was a strangled growl as her lips settled over his carotid and the sharp points of her fangs sank into his skin.
His body arced violently, a raw curse tearing from his lips. The heat of her mouth at his vein, her tongue lapping hungrily at him, was the most erotic pleasure he’d ever known. His cock responded instantly, jolting back to life inside her. He moved beneath her, unable to keep his hips from thrusting in time with the greedy suction of her drinking.
She moaned against him, her spine undulating. Her sex gripped him like a fist. She slammed down hard on him, his blood fueling an even wilder sexual thirst in both of them now. One that demanded to be sated.
Devony’s arousal hammered through him via their fledgling blood bond, more vivid than ever.
Her love poured into him too. Bright and fierce and