Page 26 of Birthright

I couldn’t stand much more. I wanted him. I wanted him wrapped around me, inside me. I stood without warning. “Lord Tynan, I didn’t take you for a tease.”

He smiled up at me from his kneeling position by the tub. God, he was so hot with his sleeves damp, his smile revealing a tiny dimple on his left cheek, and all that wavy, golden hair pushed out of his face and tucked behind his ears.

“I beg the lady’s pardon.” He stood, moving closer, so close that I could feel the heat from his chest on my bare nipples. I shivered, more from his heat than the cool night air. “I would never leave a lady wanting.” He leaned down and kissed me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling my wet body to his. His other hand slid up into my wet hair. I could feel the full length of his cock stressing the laces of his pants. He took his hand from my hair and lifted me up onto the bathroom counter, knocking over bottles and candles and pushing me against the black marble wall.

He pulled his shirt off over his head, then buried his face under my hair, inhaling as his body pressed into mine. Wet kisses trailed down my neck. His fangs scraped across my heated skin. The intensity, the heat of his lips, and the tingling from his teeth caused throaty moans from my body that I’d never heard. He peppered kisses and licks over my collarbone and down to my breasts.

I felt our magics starting to mingle as our bodies touched. It was stronger than last night, and I could barely stand it. I was wriggling, frantic with need, lifting my hips off the counter. When he leaned down and flicked his tongue over my mark, I lost all coherent thought. My muscles tightened, my breathing stopped, and I burst into an exquisite, unexpected orgasm.

Tynan jerked back, his eyes wide with excitement and shock, his breathing erratic.

We both looked down. He’d climaxed from the pulse of magic right along with me.

Feeling confident, I slid off the counter and went to my knees. I kissed his thighs and ran my hands up to his laces. I looked up, my gaze lingering over his clenched stomach and chest to watch his expression. His face was tight with anticipation. His hand grasped my hair, as if to hold me away from his body. I raised an eyebrow in question, but my fingers kept working the laces.

He groaned low in his throat as I peeled the leather from his firm thighs and pushed the pants to the ground for him to step out of. He was still semi-hard after his release. Taking advantage of his smaller size, I sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth and worked some of my own magic.

He swallowed hard and rose onto his toes, his free hand gripping the counter for support. I took that lovely, curved cock as deep as I could and then pulled back, skimming my teeth along his shaft as I pulled away. He hardened under my continued efforts, grunting softly in a language I didn’t understand. I looked up and watched his beautiful hair move in the candlelight as he rolled his head from side to side, his face strained in bliss when he looked down and saw that I was watching him.

I felt the thick muscles in his ass tighten under my fingers. He was getting close, so I quickened my movements. Then he stopped me, lifted me off my feet and carried me to the bed. He didn’t put me in it but lowered me slowly until I stood before him. He hesitated, leaning in for a kiss, stopping just before his lips touched mine. “I love you.” A brush of his lips made me tremble. “I don’t know how to say it so you can understand the way you overwhelm all my senses. Or the way I am a twisted mess of need for you. So that I’m sure you’ll know what’s in my heart. That I would destroy the continent for you if I needed to. That I would destroy myself for you.”

His face looked pained, as those words could never convey his feelings. I felt cherished and superbly sexy in the presence of such true need. He’d already taken me to heights of pleasure and emotion I’d never experienced before, but these were raw, open feelings he was expressing.

I leaned forward. Pressing our bodies together again and pushing my hands roughly into his hair, I gave him a crushing, lip-bruising kiss. Delving into his mouth, I tried to convey my understanding with my tongue. With my lips. His hands gripped my hips. I pulled back. “Show me, Tynan. What’s in your heart?”

He looked into my eyes, his porcelain face flushed near human with passion. He spun me away from him and ungraciously carried me to the bed. He placed me on the floor, his eyes wild with power as he turned me away from him and bent me over. “As you wish.”

He brushed his fingers up the inside of my thigh with one hand, positioned my hips to the angle he wanted with the other. He groaned again, pleased that his fingers found me wet and ready for him.

“Stretch your hands over your head. Keep your chest down on the bed.” His gruff commands further ignited my passion. I could only squeak out an acceptance of his orders.

After I complied, he bent over me, covering me with his body and holding my shoulders. He thrust inside. Not as slowly as the last time, not so gentle. I yelped at the initial invasion. His body kept me in place as he thrust again, not lessening the vigor, lifting me off my feet.

The wave of pleasure teased with a little pain was intense. His power was flowing over us, adding to my greedy need. I tried to answer his thrust, pushing back when I could, but he was talking with his body, showing me his passion and love. I could only hold on to the sheets and enjoy the feel of his smooth skin as his cock thrust inside me again and again. His breathing grew heavy and in time with his thrusts.

Abruptly, he pulled away, taking me upright with him. He spun me around and pushed me to the edge of the bed. “I want to see the gold in your eyes.” He lifted my legs over his forearms and slammed back inside me without hesitation. His thrusts were so demanding that they would have sent me across the bed had he not been holding my legs. In this position, I could watch his face twist with pure, passionate desire. His eyes were a lighter shade of blue than I’d ever seen them, still dark, but far more blue than black.

I teetered on the edge of orgasm, not able to do more than whimper and thrash on the sheets as he ground his hips into mine.

His thrusting slowed, becoming very deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then delving back in with a tender force. Then he twisted his hips to give me a deliriously intense pressure. He watched my reaction to each movement. “You are the sun to my night, my love.” I could feel his emotions as though they were my own.

The depth of those feelings, mixed with the feel of his cock inside me, pushed me over the edge. Thunder crashed. I felt my pussy start to tighten around him. His voice mingled with the slow, methodical rhythm of his fucking was so good. I tried to speak, to tell him I was coming again, but there was no breath left to form a sound. I could only lean up, clutch at his biceps, and dig my nails into his skin as the thunder rolled.

Two, maybe three more thrusts were all it took for Tynan to groan and spill into me. No broken windows this time, just the triumphant thunder. He held still for a long, quiet moment and then gathered us both, breathing hard and sweat-covered, into the middle of the bed without separating our bodies. When I could breathe a little easier, I looked around at the open windows. “I do wish our orgasms weren’t announced to the whole island every time.”

“Doesn’t bother me,” he said.

I huffed. Men are men, even when they are the undead.

The island heard the crash of thunder two more times that night.

CHAPTER 12

Ifelt the first hints of the sun and used a simple spell to close the drapes. “You’re insatiable,” Tynan said, leaning toward the nightstand next to the bed. “I’ve not spent a night like that in all my years.” His tone was soft and playful. I thought of all his years and considered it quite the compliment. Then again, I’d not had a night like that before either. I snuggled into the velvet of the comforter.

He fumbled with a bag on the table. “I have a gift for you.” He sat beside me and held up a gold-and-silver chain. The twist of the contrasting metals was so delicately exquisite. There was a charm dangling from it. I took it in my hand.

“A bat?” The tiny bat was as intricate as the chain, his body fashioned from an emerald that glowed at my touch.