Shadow's Claim by Kresley Cole Read Free Book Online

with his palms, molding it.
    Why did other vampires always warn of obstacles inherent in mating with an otherlander? Trehan’s mate was demanding that he stroke her breasts, the ones she’d been eager for him to see.
    When he gave them a reverent squeeze, she moaned low. Her reaction made him shudder, a sensual haze clouding his mind once more.
    And then she swept her hands down his torso, lower . . . lower toward that aching, engorged part of him. As she grazed her nails along his waist just above his sword belt, his throbbing shaft strained for her touch.
    Finally, he found his voice. “You are so lovely.”
    She briefly stilled at his words, tilting her head.His lust-addled brain determined two things: she truly didn’t want him to talk; nothing could interrupt this blooding.
    So he resolved to say no more, determined to do whatever it took to come inside her. At the thought of pinning down her writhing body to spend deep within it, need surged within him, as if a dam had been breached.
    He clasped her upper arms, tracing them into her bed. She gasped as he positioned himself over her, but then she whispered, “Yes, yes .”
    Her hair spread out behind her, a backdrop of shining waves. Her scent was drugging. She arched her back, drawing all his attention back to her breasts, to those jutting nipples. Did they throb as badly as his shaft? Were those stiffened peaks driving her mad?
    He rubbed his thumbs over them, gave each a light pinch as he watched her reaction.
    “Oh, gods.” She licked her lips, staring up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. As her irises began to glitter from her passion, she whispered, “Kiss me. Please kiss me.”
    Anything! He lowered his head, slanting his mouth over hers, relishing her cry. Her red lips were smooth, unimaginably giving. He slipped his tongue between them, and she met him.
    As she softly lapped, Trehan’s head swam. Her mouth tasted like spiced honey mead.
    He kissed her with all the pent-up passion denied him over lifetimes. With each sweep of his tongue, he grazed his straightened forefingers over her nipples, until she was undulating beneath him.
    When he tore his mouth away to run his lips along the slim column of her neck, she breathed, “I’veneeded this. Needed you.” She sounded delighted—and relieved ?
    He craved relief as well. For now the pressure in his cock was turning into pain. He rose up on his knees, unbuckling his sword belt, tossing it to the floor.
    “You know you can do anything to me,” she murmured. “I’m yours—I always will be.”
    He groaned. Want for nothing? No more. His wanting for this female was primal, undeniable, bordering on . . . savage. He dropped his head to her chest, kissing all around one nipple, tasting her luscious skin.
    “Yes!” She sank her nails into his back. “ More. Please! P-put your mouth on it.”
    With a growl, he complied. When he closed his lips over one peak and it puckered to the tip of his tongue, she gasped. When he flicked it, she moaned, “That feels so good .”
    His new Bride was so responsive, he knew he could make her come just from this. Another night, he would, tormenting her until she begged him for release.
    She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he began to suck.
    Her taste was bliss—her cries, the scent of her dark hair, the way she moaned with each swirl of his tongue.
    What a gift he’d been given with this sorceress!
    Impulses warred. He wanted to suckle her for hours, to lick her sex and taste the orgasms he’d wrung from her. He wanted her pale hands gripping his cock, her red lips sealing around it as he thrust.
    To feed his length inside her . . . inch by throbbing inch.
    Haze. Losing control. He snarled against her breast,increasing his suction as he drew his head away. Then to her other nipple. What would it be like to pierce that taut peak with a fang? Blood from the sweetest little font.
    Where had that disturbing thought come from? His kind