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  No one would ever harm the female in his arms, not even himself.

  Chapter 42

  When Ellie rose up and tentatively slid down the first time, Lothaires eyes widened, then grew hooded once more.

  Was he as shocked as she was by how right this felt?

  Even his irises appeared sharper, their shape more defined, his gaze lucid as it locked with hers.

  Connection . . .

  In the past, Ellie had never communed with another, had never looked into a boys eyes and felt something deeper than the need for release.

  Now, with Lothaire . . . she did.

  This was more than just sex; this was a bond, like a promise between them.

  She thought shed known what kind of man she wanted. Now she realized shed always needed this vampire lover with his hungry red eyes and his lifetimes of yearning.

  Hes yearned all this time for me.

  When she slowly began to ride him, she cupped his face, leaning forward to kiss him with all the feelings bubbling up inside of her. He met her mouth with a seeking tongue and unyielding lips.

  Guard your heart, Ellie. But his possessive kiss . . . who could guard against that?

  Or the sensations cascading over her? Her nipples dragged up and down his muscular chest, his hot hands like brands across her ass.

  When she drew back, panting for breath, he rasped, "Look at your expression. Youre falling in love with me. "

  She could scarcely think, but for some reason she didnt want him to have that power over her. "Im not falling in love with you. " I might be falling in love with you.

  "Of course you are. "

  Guard your heart! "I-I never said that. "

  "Ah, but Im me. "

  "Lothaire, are you always so danged chatty during sex? I can make tea. . . . "

  He gave a pained laugh, then groaned when she twisted her hips.

  "Lizvetta!" He pulsed inside her. "More of that. "

  She was already nearing her peak, but she wanted to see to his pleasure. This wasnt just about her getting off; she needed to satisfy her man. She eased her rhythm.

  A mistake.

  "Move on me!" He twined her hair around his hand, drawing her back to lick her neck. "Harder, faster. "

  As if Lothaire would ever allow himself to go unsatisfied.

  "Ill have more of you!" He released her hair to palm her breasts. "Given or taken. "

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, riding him with abandon. Yet as she watched his eyes, their clarity faded.

  A growl began emanating from him as his shaft swelled inside her even more. His lips drew back from his fangs. "Need to fuck you hard. " He looked wild, his eyes like fire.

  Fear coursed through her. "Lothaire-"

  He enfolded her in his arms and traced her to the bed-with her trapped beneath him.

  When he thrust inside Elizabeth, Lothaire roared to the ceiling from the rightness of it.

  He was a born vampire, and she was his fated female-now pinioned to the bed.

  Through the haze of inconceivable pleasure, he felt her tense beneath him. No, she can take me. He withdrew for another thrust, plunging into her tight sex.

  "T-too hard," she whispered.

  "What? I want it hard! Youll give me what I want. "

  "Please be gentler with me, Leo. " She leaned up to kiss his neck with light grazes of her lips. Like a butterflys wings.

  His mortal. So delicate. How easily he could break her little body.

  Endgame! This creature is my queen. About to hurt her with my cursed strength.

  But how could he keep himself from surging inside her? When each time he did, her channel stroked him-a moist, silken heaven that rubbed over his cockhead like a tongue, then squeezed his aching shaft like a fist. . . .

  No one hurts her, including myself.

  He gritted his teeth, then rose up on a straightened arm. Caging her in with his motionless body, he glided his thumb over her clitoris. "Work your hips up and down on me. " Drawing on his last reserves of control, he kept himself from thrusting, until his muscles began to quake from the effort and sweat trickled down his torso.

  Then . . . his Bride began to move beneath him. "Ah, thats it!" He dipped his head to suckle her stiff nipples. "Faster," he growled around a peak, giving it a nip with his fang, spurring her.


  She liked that. Getting so wet. The scent of her luscious sex made him snap, "Harder!" Put me out of my misery.

  Her hands flew to his ass, fingers gripping, using him to pull herself up. Her moans grew louder, more urgent.

  "Youll give me this whenever I want it . . . let me do whatever I want to you," he grated. "Because you are my Bride, Lizvetta. And Ive got many years to make up for. "

  Between panting breaths, she asked, "Im really yours?"

  "Till the day I die," he said, his voice strained. The burgeoning pressure in his cock lashed him with the need to move his own hips, the vampiric urges hed denied only growing stronger. Somehow he held himself still.

  But he needed to mark her neck. His fangs were dripping for her, as sharp as theyd ever been. "Need to bite you. "

  "Yes! Do it. "

  "A true bite. Into your neck. "

  Without hesitation, she turned her head to the side, offering up that golden skin.

  He ached to pierce it. "Try not to hurt you . . . " Must make the bite clean. He bared his fangs above her, pressed the tips against her neck.

  They sank in deep, as if shed drawn him into her.


  He felt her screaming, "Oh, God, yes!"

  Delirious with sensation, he swallowed the hot rush. Consume her completely. Her blood flowed true, as if straight to his heart, bonding them.

  "Lothaire!" She arched beneath him. "Im . . . Im coming!" Her nails scored his skin.

  He snarled against her, relishing her marks on him. Consume her. When she climaxed, he felt her sex milking his organ, demanding its due.

  Take as I give. Take . . .

  No. He couldnt take more blood, nor could he plant his seed. Cant spend inside her. As he so desperately needed to do.

  Somehow he fought the utter bliss of his bite, the rightness hed never known. Somehow he released her neck.

  Her back bowed once more. Her head thrashed. Coming again?

  "Ah, gods, I feel you!" The pressure throbbing in his cock made him throw back his head and bellow, "Lizvetta! I claim you-"

  At the last second, he jerked back his hips, just as semen began to pump from him, line after line marking her tender body.

  Lothaire collapsed beside her, heart thundering, still languidly thrusting against Ellies hip.

  "Youre mine now," he rasped, flicking his tongue against his bite mark.

  Dazed. Cant get my bearings. The vampire had her not knowing up from down anymore. And she couldnt be happier.

  He rose up on one elbow and brushed her damp hair back from her forehead, leaning down to kiss her at intervals.

  When she could manage words again, she asked, "Why did you pull out?"

  "I wont let you get pregnant. "

  She frowned. "You said you wanted heirs. "

  "We will have no offspring until youre a vampire. Tomorrow Hag will give you a contraception potion to last a month or two. "

  So high-handed. Not even asking me? "Do I get a say?"

  "Just an hour ago, you agreed that I would make decisions for us. "

  Well, there was that. She cast him a smile. "Youre right. Bottoms up on potions. "

  With an enigmatic look, he said, "I will guide you rightly, if you trust me. "

  She stared into his gaze. Could she blindly trust a male like him? She forced herself to nod.

  "You will also need a cloaking tattoo. Ive much to show you outside these walls, Elizabeth. "

  "What?" she asked breathlessly, because hed already begun hardening for another round.