barely see the blue of her irises. Tucker stared in wonder at the naked goddess raking her hips back and forth on his lap, strands of red hair stuck to her lustrous body, still damp and rosy from the bath. Her pussy pressed hotly to his shaft, hips rolling, dragging her slick flesh up and down the pulsing length. She was destroying him with every glide and yet, his hand gripped her backside and urged her to ride faster, harder, aiding his own destruction.
“You’re so thick for me,” she whimpered against his mouth.
His fangs were out before he could stop them, aching in his gums.
Begging for him to tap her vein. Claim her fully as his own.
Forever.
Oh God, I’m going to drink from her.
How was he supposed to stop himself? No man alive could withstand this sweet torture. No immortal, either. Pleasure swelled deep in his stomach, demanding release, and now he was in two kinds of agony. Sex. Thirst. He’d never been more of a vampire in his life.
Roll her over and fuck her.
Drink deeply.
She’s yours. Believe it or not, she’s yours.
Tucker moved so fast to get on top of her, he barely tempered his strength in time to keep from hurting her. He made a hoarse sound from above and demanded to know if she was injured, but Mary only looked up at him with wild excitement, her hair settling around her on the pillow, her radiance lighting up the room with more power than the moon.
“You want to play? You want to be bad and stay innocent? Here. Take it.”
He bucked his hips, sliding his cock through the wet folds of her pussy and a bellow left him, long and raw. The sound of her pulse was like cannon fire against his eardrums, his loins full and heavy and in need of relief. The kind he could only get if he drank from his mate.
“Tucker,” Mary moaned, her fingernails burying in his back, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. “Again.”
“Yes, again. Anything you want. It’s yours.” His need to give her pleasure overrode every animalistic desire inside of Tucker and he bore down, grinding his shaft lightly on her clit—and harder, harder when she started to scream. The bed shook with the intensity of her orgasm and he watched in reverence, feeling something shift irrevocably inside of him. Not only a vampire bonding with his mate. But a man falling deeply, darkly and hopelessly in love. “Mary,” he managed unsteadily. “I just need you so bad.”
Still shaking, she reached up and guided his mouth down to her neck. “Drink,” she whispered, nodding encouragingly, even as the climax gripped her—
A door slammed at the front of the house.
Tucker broke land speed records launching himself off the bed and getting in between the danger and his mate, his roar shattering picture frames, vases and water glasses throughout the house, objects lifting and remaining suspended in the air.
“Who is there?” he seethed, yanking up his pants and zipping away his erection in preparation of killing the interrupter.
A familiar figure appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, his demeanor calm and collected as usual. Unless, of course, his own mate was being threatened. Maybe that’s why Jonas sounded so understanding when he asked, “Bad time to talk?”
Chapter 11
Tucker’s face burned.
Jesus, am I blushing?
In the midst of reacting like a teenager who’d been caught making out, Tucker’s main concern was Mary and he turned now, grateful to find her shielded by a sheet. Still, he draped the comforter around her shoulders, his hackles remaining up until every inch of her skin was covered. Jonas might be devoted to his own mate, but no one looked at Mary but Tucker.
Wow. Did he hear himself?
In case he’d forgotten, she was marrying someone else.
And being taken far, far out of his reach.
Pain started to throb behind Tucker’s eye and he dug in a thumb there, twisting it. “How did you get here so fast?” he growled at the king.
A wrinkle appeared between Jonas’s brows. “We spoke hours ago and I had the advantage of flying.” He tilted his head. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
“No.”
“It’s like that, is it?” Humor sparkled in the king’s eyes. “Very well. We have a lot to discuss and it couldn’t wait. I’ll be in the backyard.”
Jonas zipped out of sight and Tucker moved to the window, pulled the curtains so Mary wouldn’t be visible from outside, either. Protectiveness teemed inside of him, growing more potent by