Chapter 40
Zarathos
The vampire princess stared up at Zarathos with a tender determination. How he loved it when her eyes blazed in such a manner.
Pulling Aryana into his arms, he rose from the water.
He lifted her, and with willing compliance, she twined her body around him, legs about his waist and her arms encircling his neck.
He kissed her, and she responded in kind, opening her mouth to him, allowing his tongue in.
It slid between those damn gorgeous lips, dipping against her soft tongue, wrapping it up as if it were his, and then gradually pulling back.
She only moaned in delight and held him tighter.
What this female did to him. He’d give her the moon. He’d give her whatever the hell she desired.
Stepping from the bathing area, he summoned his wings, folding them around her to keep her warm as he went into his room, water pouring off their bodies and gathering into small puddles at his feet.
Despite the fact that he’d already had her, he wanted her again.
He always wanted her. And although the beast inside him raged and demanded he wring every last drop out of her for his own gratification, he forced it back.
Because Aryana was more than that. She was his vampress and there was an equally hungry side of him that yearned to see her writhe under his touch.
He burned to unravel her in ways no one ever had.
He would draw her own gratification out of her. He’d make her beg him for more.
“Did you know that every part of me is built to bring you pleasure?” he murmured.
Her fingers curled in his hair, raising an eyebrow, the red in her eyes swirling with desire. “Is that so?”
“Every. Damn. Part.”
He unfurled his wings and laid her on the bed, her upper body sinking into the sheets as he leaned over her. Gods, she was beautiful. He’d never stood a chance. From the moment he’d watched her fight for those human females and children, he should have known she was destined to steal his heart.
She reached up and touched his horns. “And what about these? How can these bring me pleasure?”
His mouth curved with a dark, knowing smile. “Spread your legs.”
Her eyes widened, but an answering wicked smile twisted her lips and she did as he instructed. “As you command, master.”
A rough chuckle escaped him as he leaned in, his words brushing her ear.
“We both know who the real master is and it’s certainly not me.
” She had once been the flax, and he the expert spinner, but somewhere along the way, their roles had reversed.
Now, he would gladly be a thread woven into her masterpiece.
He withdrew and looked at her lying on the bed.
Her pearlescent skin dripped with water, her thighs open to him, exposed and glorious.
That mate mark curled on the inside of her leg, marking her as his.
Aryana met his gaze, eyes filled with expectation, probably wondering what the hell he was doing.
“Patience, Vampress. This time we go at my pace.”
He focused on the shadows, summoning them to him. The room dimmed in response. Only incubi could command the darkness like this, only they could call to it and be heard.
Tendrils of darkness slithered toward the bed, one tendril brushing her cheek.
And then, as serpents twining around her, they covered her body, curled up to her knees, rose up her thigh, and brushed her breasts. She arched, her legs spread wider before him, and she moaned.
Gods, her scent. That sweet, undeniable arousal reached him and his flesh heated. He watched her writhe on the bed, the cold shadows rolling over her in gentle, dark caressing waves. Each movement made the monster in him roar for satisfaction. His cock twitched.
Mother of hell, he desired her. He refused to watch from a distance any longer.
His knees collided with the floor as he reached out and gripped her legs, tugging her toward him, till her ass was on the bed’s edge.
Her swirling, lust-filled gaze met his, right before he leaned forward.
His tongue snaked out between his teeth and flicked against the soft skin of her backside.
Aryana took a breath. Her scent, her wetness.
His shadows had done their job. Now for him to do his.
“As promised, my love.” And he shoved the curve of his left horn into that lovely space between her legs.
She cried out and a cruel smile twisted his lips.
He drew it ever so slowly upward, rubbing against her center, then just as gradually lowered over it.
Aryana made a small sound and reached down, grasping his free horn urging him to press harder, adjusting it so it brought her the most satisfaction.
He followed her lead, dragging over her until her moans spilled from her in an uncontrollable torrent.
“Does this please you, my queen?”
“Zarathos. Oh gods, Zarathos.” He heard the ripping of fabric and realized she must be tearing into his covers.
His smile grew. Yes. Let the vampress lose control.
He moved his horn across her core, and he sensed her hips rolling against him, extending each motion, giving her immense satisfaction.
Her breaths rushed fast and her moans intensified. Yes, she was so close.
Before she came, he drew back.
She lay there, an irresistible body of splayed hair and limbs, her eyes sparkling with a dark heat that had turned their redness into deep pools of uncontrolled desire.
“Zarathos,” she moaned, his name as though he was the only one who could satisfy her. “I need… I need more…”
“Do not fret, Aryana. I’m far from finished.”
He pressed his face into her seam and trailed his tongue up it. Aryana arched and cried out. “Yes, Vampress, yes,” he whispered against her body. He grazed his teeth over her clit, loving her taste, her every response to him. “I claim you, all godsdamned parts of you.”
Aryana whimpered. “Claim me.”
And so he did. He thrust his tongue into her opening again and again and then spun it inside her.
Aryana was gasping for air. Shit, his cock was so hard from her reactions that it almost hurt.
Still he licked her, he nibbled on her, he nuzzled her body until a piercing scream filled the room.
Ah, there it was. There was his beautiful vampire princess.
He backed up and then bent over her. He kissed her deeply and passionately, swiping his tongue through her mouth the way he’d just done between her legs.
“I’m not finished with you,” he growled against her lips.
“I want you, Zarathos. Fuck me until I can’t see straight. Ravish me till I beg you to stop.”
Gods, how he adored this female. His tail slid around her thigh, the tip tracing over her Bloodbound mark. It had to be burning, just as his had ignited beneath the skin.
“I will stop when you tell me to.”
And bit by bit, he worked his way into her.
He wasn’t sure if he did it to torture himself or her, to see her want him so badly.
She grabbed his ass and moved on his cock before he was fully seated.
Even though the monster within him roared to take her, to do whatever gratified him, he wanted her to know that he controlled the beast.
But the manner she was thrusting before he was even completely inside was making his restraint slip.
“Ary…Ary…” he choked.
“Let it go, Zarathos. Don’t hold back for me. I can take it.”
He emitted a hiss, and the beast took over. He slammed into her. Aryana gasped, but then moaned. “Yes, Zarathos. Again.”
He thrust into her again and again, his movements becoming harsher each time.
Godsdammit. The feel of her on his cock.
The tightness of her clenching around him.
He couldn’t get enough of this. He’d never have enough.
Running his tongue over her throat and shoulder, he then pressed it into her mouth, claiming every part of her at his whim.
His hands grasped her breasts and squeezed, holding their lovely fullness in his grasp. She was his. His.
He’d taken other females before, but he’d never desired to claim them like this. As his. With Aryana, he wanted nothing else. He’d take her until she begged him to stop. He’d take her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
His pleasure built and built. A beast roared inside, and then it was coming out of him, breaking from his chest as he released it into the room.
Aryana was tearing deeper into the sheets, going into the mattress.
Her mouth was open, her cries of ecstasy matching his.
Shit, he wasn’t being gentle. There must be a part of her that enjoyed the pain.
She looked at him, her eyes blazing with dark desire. “Again,” she hissed.
And her beautiful hips rocked her form against his cock. Tightening against it, rubbing, rubbing. In an instant, the pleasure began to build again.
Oh, gods. He let out a low moan.
“Aryana,” he gasped her name in a guttural growl.
Zarathos was an animal now, only caring about the heat in his body, about the sensation of himself buried so deeply inside her.
He wasn’t certain where he was, and he didn’t care.
There only was this moment with this female, bringing him to the tip of ecstasy as she thrust against him.
He drove harder and harder. Shit, yes. Shit. He pulled out almost all the way before plunging even deeper. She grasped his shoulder, her chin inclined, her eyes rolled into her head, nails digging into his shoulders, scratching deep, drawing blood.
The world split and he could no longer see, only feel.
He roared and swore as he spilled into her.
This time, he didn’t wait before he started fucking her again.
Sweat covered his body, rolling down his chest. Leaning upward, she licked it off of him.
Each movement grew more intense, the more tender they became, and it took mere moments until he climaxed again.
And again. And again. And judging from her sounds of ecstasy, she tipped over the edge as often as him.