A Taste of Midnight by Lara Adrián Read Free Book Online Page A

whispered thickly against her mouth, the sharp points of his fangs grazing her lips. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
    But she could say no such thing. Her cry of mounting release was all she could manage as a dam inside her crumbled away like rubble under the skill of his touch. She broke apart, gasping his name and holding on to his thick shoulders as he pressed her spine down onto the table and covered her with his body.
    Clothing came off in a rush, flung away in mere seconds.
    And then they were naked together. Skin to skin, hands roaming over bare flesh. Mouths teasing, testing, taking.
    Malcolm’s thick sex cleaved the wet petals of her body, a heavy demand that made her thighs part wider to take him. He entered her with a curse huffed coarsely between his lips. His long thrust filled her completely, made her arch beneath him in boneless pleasure. His cock invaded and coaxed at the same time, aggressive yet careful, steel sheathed in softest velvet. In that fevered moment, she couldn’t get enough.
    Although they’d never kissed before, never touched—certainlynever as they had tonight—he knew just how to move with her, when to push her to the edge and where to let her take control of their tempo.
    She opened her eyes and saw a man she knew, a man she trusted with this fragile, needful reawakening of her body. “Malcolm,” she panted, reaching up to caress his rough jaw and savaged cheek as he rocked into her with a relentless rhythm. “Oh, God, Mal …”
    She didn’t know what she meant to say to him. She didn’t know if there were words. But then he kissed her and the need to speak left her. He drove harder, deeper, until another orgasm raced up on her and swept her over a steep ledge. He came with her. His shout of release was raw and possessive, taking with it her need to think, or to question how they could have ended up like this, together after lifetimes apart.
    Naked and burning in each other’s arms.

Chapter Six
    It wasn’t until the roar of his orgasm subsided that Malcolm felt the full weight of what he’d done.
    Sex, with Danika.
    The widowed Breedmate of a male who’d been like a brother to him all that time ago. The woman who’d put herself in Reiver’s crosshairs and was liable to derail Malcolm’s entire purpose for living. A female he had no right to desire, let alone seduce—least of all at a time when neither of them could afford the distraction.
    It hadn’t been his intention to have Danika naked beneath him tonight. Far from it, in fact. Yet he couldn’t muster the good sense to regret what had happened here.
    Carnal, fevered, incredible sex.
    And his greedy body only wanted more.
    He stared down at her, laid out before him like an offering on the kitchen table.
    Christ, she was beautiful. Milky skin and long, lean limbs. Supple curves in all the right places. He stroked his hands over her perfection. Brushed his fingers across her breasts and down her abdomen, where a small red birthmark in the shape of a teardrop and crescent moon stamped her as a Breedmate—a female meant for his kind, capable of bearing Breed young and bondingto one of his race eternally through blood. Only death could sever it.
    The sight of that diminutive mark on Danika MacConn sent a jolt of possessiveness through him—unbidden, but hard to ignore. His fangs were still filling his mouth from the passion he’d shared with her. Now a darker need put a throb in his gums, made his amber-hot eyes burn brighter in his skull … made his pulse quicken with the urge to feed. To take her delicate throat in his mouth and pierce the pretty vein that ticked there.
    To drink from her and bind this female to him at last.
    That urge boiled past his lips on a low growl.
    Danika’s dusky blue gaze lifted to him, and he could only hope her ability hadn’t betrayed his thoughts to her. “Come, lass,” he rasped, disengaging from her heat to take her into his arms.
    He lifted her up and carried her away from