Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,56

to control myself.

I didn’t plan to.

“My mate,” he said fervently.

Kyros leaned forward to trail his tongue between my breasts over the long scratches, and air lodged in my throat.

“I’ve been hard all day,” he said against my stomach. “Watching you walk in that lingerie was fucking torture.”

A sassy retort died on my lips as he took one of my nipples in his mouth.

Wait.

Not this time.

I was sick of being the receiver. Sensing the shift in my mood, he rested back, watching me with dark curiosity. I smiled and started on the buttons of his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you.” I peeked up through my lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders.

His body vibrated, and my eyes fluttered closed as I relished the precarious control he had over the urge to touch me—to claim me.

Admiring the firm expanse of his chest, I undid his belt and drew the zipper of his trousers down.

His breath hitched as I trailed my nails over his erection through the material.

“Lie down,” I instructed.

He shifted us before easing onto his back, fangs fully descended now. I grinned saucily, inching his pants down until he sprang free.

A sound—half growl, half moan—slipped between his teeth.

Sweeping my hair aside, I didn’t waste time taking him in my mouth.

Our groan filled my ears. The feel of him between my lips. Jesus, the taste of him. That had to be the blood bond because no woman could actually like that shit.

Except I did.

Holy fuck, did I ever.

He hissed as I bobbed and retreated, licking his length. Paying attention to every bit of available satin skin. I wrapped my hand around his base, not breaking the steady pace of my lips and tongue.

Kyros tortured me this morning.

I was returning the favour.

The vampire cursed in a blur of words, collecting my hair when it fell in a thick curtain between us.

I circled my tongue around his tip, and his hips jerked as he shouted.

Smirking, I retreated, drawing my nails down his thighs until some of the tension drained from his body.

Then I went back for round two, pushing him closer to the edge.

“Enough,” he panted.

Ignoring him, I took as much of him in my mouth as possible. His deep groan was music to my ears for the split second before I was flipped onto my back.

I winked up at him.

“Disobedient,” my vampire purred, his eyes burning green. “You give me orders but ignore mine.”

“You don’t want me to finish what I started?” I asked, tilting my head.

His smile faded and his hot menace made my entire lower half clench.

“I wouldn’t say that, vixen.” Leaning down, he kissed me, prying my lips apart with his tongue.

I sighed, savouring the warm sensation of his mouth and lips.

He pulled back and knelt on the ground, positioning his head between my legs. Oh, god. A low cry fell from my lips, drawn from my very soul, as he applied a hard and slow pressure with the flat of his tongue. My toes curled to cramping point, and I arched upward, hands clutching my face.

“Fucking goddess,” he said raggedly.

He did the same thing again, and I rode the wave of pleasure, using his face as he set a steady pace. My body rose and fell in crests. My hips jerked and his lips curved against me, unrelenting with the constant pressure and speed.

He knew I wanted more.

It didn’t matter though.

The cloud-like awareness took over. White-hot bliss was around the corner, and the finality of how this would end only pushed me higher. My body slackened as languidness took over—my toes unfurled, numbness crept over my mind, my body was rendered powerless against the intensity of his masterful mouth.

“Fuck,” Kyros hissed, his massive hands tightening on my thighs. “I can feel you coming.”

His words hardly reached me. The bomb detonated. I imploded, everything within me drawing into a tiny point before pleasure catapulted outward.

Kyros pinned my legs wide open as I came apart with the force of my orgasm. My choked gasp turned to a scream as his fangs entered the inside of my thigh.

“Ky—” I cried out.

His growl was savage. He pulled blood from my femoral artery, and I froze as the ecstasy somehow surged higher, transporting me into territory I would never return to.

Or so I thought.

His finger slid inside me, working in and out. I shouted, bucking against the arm pinning me down.

Rapture.

Bliss.

It couldn’t end.

I didn’t want it to end. A whimper left my lips.

The vampire licked my leg, before pulling me up to my knees,