his mind moved so erotically in hers and that deep well of hunger inflaming her every nerve ending.
She sank her teeth deep. His body arched. His hips slammed deep and hard sending shock waves of sheer pleasure rushing through her. Little whips of lightning sizzled through her veins and rushed to her core. She felt his essence flow into her, filling her the way his mind and body filled her. She would never be alone, always connected to him. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him, not his mind, not his blood and certainly not his body. She drank as though starved, embracing the life he’d given her.
Enough, use your tongue to close the wound.
The moment she did as he instructed, Traian trapped her in his arms and rolled over, pinning her underneath him, dragging her legs up over his shoulders, almost in one smooth motion, hands sliding to her hips, taking control. He surged into her over and over, driving her up further and further until she was gasping his name.
He felt her sheath clamp down hard, a fiery sensation that milked and gripped until he couldn’t hold back any longer, emptying himself into her, giving her everything he was. She cried out as the waves of pleasure crashed over and through her. The aftershocks continued as they lay together, holding one another close. Traian spent a good amount of time kissing her before he reluctantly left her body.
“You really need to go to sleep, Joie. I am being far too selfish.”
She laughed softly. “I started it.”
Traian wrapped his body around hers protectively, her head on his shoulder, his breath warm on her neck. “I must say I am glad you did.”
“We only managed to kill two of the master vampires, Traian,” Joie said, nuzzling his shoulder drowsily. “There were three of them, and the other one took your blood. Is that going to be a major problem? Should we go after him?”
“He is long gone, Joie. Perhaps we will not see him for another century, let us hope not. I fear if he returns, his hatred of your brother will outweigh his hatred of the prince.”
“Then we’ll have to stick close to Jubal, although he can never know that’s what we’re doing,” she said, her eyelashes drifting down.
He wrapped his arm around her. “The three of you are so close, I can’t imagine that being a problem, although because the master vampire took my blood, he could conceivably try to use me to spy on my people. I intend to stay away from the prince just to be on the safe side.”
“Perhaps visiting my parents will make tracking down the master vampire who got away much more of an interesting proposition.”
He laughed softly, kissing the top of her head. “I am looking forward to the visit home.”
“Mom won’t be happy I’m not having an elaborate wedding.”
“We will have to give her five or six little grandchildren to make up for it then.” He held his breath.
She turned her head to look at him. “Is that possible?”
“We can only try. If you are willing.”
A slow smile lit her eyes. She leaned into him for a kiss before she settled down again, ready for sleep. “I think it will be the only possible way to appease my mother. I’m all for it.”
“Go to sleep, avio päläfertiilam—my lifemate,” Traian whispered, love rising to overwhelm him. Joie had courage and she would face whatever their future held right beside him. “I am a lucky man.” He gave the command to send her to the deep sleep of their people to allow both of them to heal properly.
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DARK DREAM
Prologue
The night was black, the moon and stars blotted out by ominous swirling clouds gathering overhead. Threads of shiny black obsidian spun and whirled in a kind of fury, yet the wind was still. Small animals huddled in their dens, beneath rocks and fallen logs, scenting the mood of the land.