Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Sylvara blinked. “What did we just see?”
“A problem.” Mormo stood and grabbed Morpheus with him. His eyes blazed. “We need to get back. Now.”
Morpheus nodded and glanced down at her. “Tell Rolf when he wakes.”
They vanished.
Sylvara stared at the screen that had darkened to black, the sight of Valentine passed out while her friends stared in horror staying with her. And that blond woman. Sylvara knew her. But how?
She yawned and knew she had to remember this dream, if it even was a dream. It felt more like a portent of things to come or a glimpse into events that had recently occurred.
The need for sleep overwhelmed her, and she settled back into herself, keen to use the time to recharge.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before she woke to feel someone staring at her. The presence didn’t feel threatening though. Still in the room where she and Rolf had gone to sleep, she turned her head to see Rolf, his head propped up on one elbow, staring at her.
He slowly smiled.
Though sleepy, she woke incredibly fast when he focused on her lips and moved closer.
She didn’t know who closed the gap, but suddenly they kissed, his touch setting her on fire. She moaned into him, felt him removing her clothing and didn’t care, wanting to get closer.
When his large hand closed over her breast, she arched up, lost in desire.
He took the invitation and covered her, his body hard and ready against her.
When he pulled back, he stared into her eyes. Without any hesitation, foreplay, or warning, he angled between her legs and shoved into her in one firm push.
She nearly came, so slick that he fit her easily, thick and full.
“I knew you’d be like this,” he muttered and watched her while he rose up on his hands, fucking her with deliberate, deep thrusts. “So strong. So beautiful,” Rolf whispered and moved faster.
She couldn’t look away, the red in his gaze overtaking the black. “More,” she demanded. “I want all of you.” His body, his mind, his soul. Something about Rolf called to her, and she didn’t want to quantify it. She just knew he belonged to her.
And he needed to know it.
She reached up for his neck, and he lowered so she could drag him down for a breath-stealing kiss. Rolf moved faster, harder. She pushed his shoulders up, giving him better leverage, and stared into his eyes once more.
“Mine,” she growled.
“Mine,” he growled back.
When he grazed her clit with his pelvis and shoved even deeper, Sylvara couldn’t stop herself. She came and kept coming, electricity flooding them both, while he jerked and filled her, his release evident as his body tensed. But Rolf didn’t stop, and the burn of her power didn’t hurt him.
He finally stilled and leaned down to kiss her nipples, sucking and stroking until the desire built all over again. As a valkyrie, Sylvara had a strong sex drive. Though she’d never been with a vampire before, she could see that he equaled her in that respect.
With a devilish smile, he withdrew and flipped her over, pulled her up on her hands and knees, and growled, “Again,” as he entered her once more.
So deep, feeling even larger, the vampire reached around her to clutch her breasts while he rode her. Rolf didn’t let her go easy either. He dominated, pulling her up and back against him, his dick buried deep.
And then he bit her throat.
The bite of pain sparked another orgasm, this one like a slow burn easing throughout her body.
The draw of her magic and blood released any tension left in her. Any thought of resisting, of denying his intent to feed, fled. She wanted to be inside him, claiming him. Her power, her blood mingling with his.
The odd feeling of belonging strengthened as another wave of bliss rocked her when he came again, his magic threading through hers once more. He retracted his fangs and licked her wounds, healing them, and continued to pump inside her until he finally stopped.
Rolf gently lowered them to the bed, still inside her, and rolled them to the side.
Hugging her, he ran kisses over her shoulder to her neck and back. Then he nibbled her earlobe and whispered, “I’m not done with you, my precious.”
She chuckled, so loose and relaxed she didn’t know when she’d ever been so content. “Who knew all the magic was in your dick?”
After a pause, he laughed. And kept laughing. But the bastard remained hard inside her, as if determined to remain a part of her.
“Such a romantic, Syl.”
She flushed. “Hey, I’m being honest. I’m not done with you either.”
He repositioned them so fast she could only stare up at him—Rolf now on top of her, his dick resting on her belly. “Come now, valkyrie. Compliment my ability to make you weak with pleasure. I’ve earned much praise.”
She had no idea the vampire could be joyfully fun in addition to sexy and annoying. But she could see his happiness, heard his amusement and pleasure with her clearly.
“You have a wonderful cock.”
“Ah, the love words.” He leaned down to nuzzle her nose with his, and the affectionate gesture warmed her in an unexpected way. “Continue.”
“You’re surprisingly warm for a vampire. Not at all cold-blooded. Your heart raced for me. I liked it.”
“You’ll like it again,” he murmured and watched her. “I have no idea how you do it, but you’re addicting. I need more.”
“Yes, you do.” She smiled.
His expression intensified.
Now a little uneasy, she asked with caution, “What’s wrong?”
“How is it you grow more beautiful? Some spell, maybe?” He kissed her passionately before she could refute that, making her moan and writhe though she’d meant to pull away.
“No,” he rasped. “You still taste like spiced sugar. Your power is delicious. But it’s more than that.
” He seemed puzzled. “You taste like…mine.”
Done with words, she flipped them around and mounted him, taking him inside her as she rested her knees on either side of his hips.
This way she could watch him while she controlled the pace.
“Oh, fuck yes. Please.” He tilted his head back, exposing his throat.
She’d never thought about how beautiful a monster could be in his submission. But she’d earned it. And she wanted this. She leaned down to nip his throat and was rewarded when he bucked up into her.
“Sylvara,” he moaned.
So beautiful, that deep voice. She leaned over him, dragging his hands to either side of his head while she held him down. Moving up and down over him, she found her rhythm. And when he latched onto her nipple and sucked, she moved faster.
“We’re just getting started,” she warned.
He sucked harder.
When they came again, she couldn’t stop the electric joy from bleeding from her eyes and body. It was only hours later, when they finally needed some rest, that she realized Rolf had taken her energy and shared it.
Not burned, not hurt.
But empowered with a fire no normal vampire should ever be able to endure.
“Rolf? My lightning…”
“Shh. Sleep, Syl. I’ll watch over you.” He snuggled closer, still buried inside her.
But instead of succumbing to any alarm over being trapped in his arms, vulnerable to this new sense of belonging, she let herself go. Content her vampire would protect her.