Dark Embrace (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online Page B

tongue into her sex. He wanted to taste her fully and completely. If someone was with her, he would dispose of them quickly, remove whoever had brought her to such heights of passion and take her even higher, feasting on her pleasure as she came for him over and over again. Drink of her release before puncturing her flesh with his fangs and feeding on her blood. He would feed from her in every sense of the word before ending her life. Pleasure for pleasure. Rapture for rapture. A sensual end before a senseless death.
    He pushed forward, his stare locked on the booth and its shrouding darkness. Ten steps away. Nine. Eight. Seven.
    A choked cry shattered the Principatus’s moaning whimpers, and he leapt forward, mindless of the other club patrons as he became a blur. He crossed the distance remaining between himself and his quarry in less than a stolen heartbeat.
    She lay stretched along the booth’s bench seat, black denim-clad legs spread, her hand dipped below her open fly, her eyes closed, her lips parted.
    The Principatus.
    Completely at his mercy.
    Vulnerable.
    Killable.
    His mouth filled with saliva. “And so very, very alone,” he murmured.
    Her eyelids snapped open and green irises the color of flawless emeralds pierced his unbeating heart. Fear exploded on her face, followed by inexplicable, stunned recognition and fear again. Her lips forming an O of shock, she yanked her hand from between her thighs.
    And before she could react further to his sudden appearance, he shoved the table aside, grabbed the waistline of her trousers and tore them down her hips, He dropped to his knees and plunged his tongue into her sodden, cream-slicked folds.
     
    Inari arched, her raw cry bursting from her throat. By the Powers, what was he doing to her?
    Isn’t it obvious?
    Liquid heat rushed through her, detonating from the masterful tongue invading her sex. She threw back her head, driving her nails into the stiff leather bench on which she was pinned. Christ, she was on fire.
    The vampire between her legs growled, sending a wave of vibrations through her body. She cried out again, pumping up her hips, shoving her sex harder to his greedy mouth.
    This is not a dream, Inari. Stop him. Stop him now.
    He growled again, grabbing for her ass, holding her trapped against his lips and teeth and tongue. He nipped at her clit and fresh heat exploded in Inari’s core. Stop him? Was she insane?
    But you’re not asleep, girl. This is real!
    She didn’t care. She didn’t give a rat’s ass. The vampire who’d haunted her dreams forever was fucking her with his oh-so-talented mouth.
    Thrusting her hips upward, she spread her legs as wide as the waistline of her jeans would let her, wanting his tongue to impale her deeper. It wasn’t enough. Her bunched trousers dug into her knees, kept her thighs too close. “Fuck!”
    Her guttural curse tore from her throat and she squirmed, frustration and disbelief making her burn.
    The vamp chuckled, a low, purring sound that sent wicked vibrations through her sex. She arched again, driving her heels into the bench seat’s padded cushion, lifting her hips higher as she fisted her hands in his thick, black hair.
    He stabbed his tongue past her folds, lapped at her juices, teased her clit and then stabbed into her pussy again, each action slow and thorough and dominating. Every time she moved, every tiny little shift in her position, he sank his nails into her ass, holding her still. Refusing to let her govern her own body.
    His power, his control, sent waves of giddy pleasure through her. Three hundred years as a succubus meant three hundred years of her being in control. She had been the taker, the catalyst for her partners’ pleasure. Not once in over a million orgasms had she ever been dominated. She was the force.
    For three centuries, she’d fed on the sexual energy of men. Coming to them in their sleep, during the fugue between waking and slumber or sometimes, when she was particularly hungry