Ancient Blood: The Fallen by Renea Taylor Read Free Book Online

moon, now showing its face upon the horizon, glinted down on a truck further up the sands, causing it to shine in the moonlight, and I found myself frowning in puzzlement as I peered closer, realizing that the truck was Dante's.
    Though I’d seen him leave the tributary earlier, I'd obviously missed his return, and with confusion marring my brow as a wave of dizziness washed over me, I gazed toward the truck, realizing that he was hunkered on the tailgate like a gargoyle upon its perch, staring in our direction.
    However, I lost sight of him as Seth hurriedly pulled me into the tree line where I began to feel myself flush with an internal heat of desire that was suddenly swimming strongly within my body, causing my nipples to harden, an ache of arousal to flare to life between my thighs.
    A pulsing that remained with me even as we went deeper and deeper into the purple shadows beneath the canopy of the trees.
    Trees that I'd begun to think must be never ending, before I  finally heard the tinkling of the water that was hidden within their depths, forcing within me the need to reach the tributary to cool my aroused flesh, which felt unsatisfied and throbbing.
    At last we reached the tributary, and Seth leaned forward, brushing the hair away from my face as, turning my head to where I was facing him, he brushed his lips against mine, finding the touch not nearly enough, I leaned into the kiss, lightly flicking my tongue across the bottom curve of his lip as I inched my hand a little higher, a hunger growing so strong within me I began to squirm, trying to ease the drumbeat that had set up home in my pussy, making me wet and needy.
    I felt Seth quiver, and draw a sharp breath, then push his hand up under the t-shirt I wore, squeezing and  pulling at my distended nipple.
    A low groan emitted from my lips, and I completed the journey of my hand, beginning to stroke the length of Seth's hard-on through his jean shorts, feeling by its hardness that he was fully aroused.
    I could feel the moisture between my legs dampening my panties, and as Seth began to tug at my shirt, I helped him lift it over my head, for suddenly I was burning, wanting badly to be fucked, as the sudden and overwhelming urge to feel the glide of his hands and tongue across my breasts, my thighs, and the overheated flesh of my pussy  had me quickly helping him to dispose of my bra, and I was just beginning to slide my shorts and panties off my feet, when I felt what resembled a ton of bricks hit  us from behind, as knocking me forward and the rest of the way out of my shorts, as in a flash of movement, Seth's body went flying as the sound of a growl echoed around us.
    Still laying stunned where I'd landed after being knocked down, I was picked up and tossed into the air, where I found myself flipped over and planted none too gently on a muscular shoulder.
    Hanging upside down and naked, with nose pressed against the smooth cotton of a shirt molded to the contours of a male back, I screamed “what the hell did you just do to Seth!”
    Pivoting, and with angry steps revealing how furious he actually was, Dante ignored my question as he began to run back towards his truck, and I found myself squirming, rubbing my bare breast against his back and breathing, “I need...I need...oh God Dante...I need to be...”
    Dante jerked the driver's door open, and dumped me inside as he soothed, “I know baby...”              
    Never giving what I was doing, or my nakedness a second thought, I made to sit up, trying to pull Dante's face down to mine, only to find myself caught and shoved back onto the seat as he pressed his hand against the bones between my neck and breasts, barking huskily, “for God's sake Kira... please !”
    Then snorting out a curse, he jerked me back forward, somehow managing to wrap me within his shirt before climbing in the cab beside me, as firing the truck to life, he jerked the shifter into drive, giving a startled yelp when I