Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,79
but when a human mate reaches the sixth exchange, they have the right to purchase Indebted. I know how you feel about their situation, but I urge you to consider taking on my Indebted after the sixth thrall. You have enough money, and they’ll be able to protect you where I cannot.”
He… was asking me to buy the Indebted. I’d operated in secret this entire time, and yet he was presenting me with a different version of the same plan.
Kyros pulled a slip of paper from his internal suit pocket and placed it on the table. “There are the details for the transfer. When the sixth thrall ends, I’ll make it known to the clan who handles administration for the Indebted. You won’t encounter resistance.”
I’d planned on using three of the Indebted as witnesses to grant my access per another clause, but Kyros was offering to do it directly. On the slip were bank details I’d already asked Laurel to secure.
I had so grossly underestimated this man.
Rising on tiptoes, I pressed a kiss against his lips, looping my arms around his neck. A growl ripped through his throat. “Thank you so much.”
“Basilia,” he sighed into my mouth.
I threaded my fingers through his toffee strands, pulling back.
“Mate,” I told him, not a flicker of humour in my voice. “True mate.”
They were different things. It felt insulting to call him anything less.
His growl ripped from his chest, and my skin flushed in response.
“I want to be inside you one last time,” Kyros said, chest heaving.
In reply, I lifted my sweater overhead, tossing my T-shirt after it before sliding my shorts down. Kyros didn’t look away, unmoving as I went to work on his shirt and pants.
Slowing to draw the moment out wasn’t an option as much as I yearned to do so.
“Inside,” I said hoarsely, freeing his erection.
How long we could draw out sex would be a test of both of our control. It wasn’t as if Kyros’s blood was a turn off for me at this point. With each exchange, the taste became sweeter, the texture like milk, soothing and heady. My mouth watered at the thought of biting into him.
I was more than ready for him and grumbled when he dropped to his knees before me.
“One last taste,” he said, before latching on to my clit.
A wordless scream shredded my being as my head fell back.
A haze was spreading, flooding my cheeks with fever. I gripped his hair, moving against his mouth, powerless to remain still.
“Ky,” I cried out.
He slipped a finger into me and my knees shook. The haze was growing so hot. A sauna. I scrambled to unhook my bra, my legs buckling.
“Too hot,” I complained, my mind clouded with fire.
Kyros lowered us onto the chaise and hovered over me. Our gazes locked as he held my knees wide. We held our breath as he moved to my entrance.
He pressed inside me and our moans tangled as tightly as our emotions.
We rocked into each other, an odd calmness to our movements that we’d never experienced outside of the thrall.
I locked my ankles behind his hips, straining to meet every deep, blissful thrust. His fangs lengthened, and I stroked them in time to our rhythm.
His rapture was mine. The pleasure he felt, I did too.
“Fucking perfect,” Kyros hissed, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, careful not to pierce the surrounding skin with his incisors
I arched, clamping around him. His hiss turned to a savage snarl, and he palmed my breasts, hands roaming as frantically as mine.
Sweat from resisting the sixth exchange coated us, but the pressure in my body was building despite my best efforts. The mindlessness that always accompanied the orgasms Kyros gave me was creeping over my senses. That out-of-body moment when I could only fathom ecstasy and the connection to him.
“I love you, Basilia Le Spyre,” Kyros whispered.
Heart at bursting point, I opened my mouth, but my answering words turned to a scream as his fangs sliced into my breasts, catapulting me headfirst into the deepest pleasure I’d ever known.
It shook my mind. Shook my body.
Because the pleasure came from us.
And nothing, no one, had ever meant more to me.
My true mate.
A pulling sensation on my chest gently tugged me back to the chaise in my office.
In a legless daze, I stared at Kyros lapping blood from my chest as he continued to move in and out of me. A trickle of red escaped his lips as he tensed.