The back of the neck was the most vulnerable place on a vampire, and her touch sent a thrill down his spine.
She said, “I heard about that processing plant in Mordovia.”
It was the last thing he wanted to talk about when her fingers had started to play with the hair at his nape. “Is that so? What did you hear?”
“Was it Lazlo or Rudov?”
“Does it matter?” His hand gripped her thigh and spread her legs, but she was too fast for him.
She turned in his arms, her quick fingers wrapping around the erection that had been pressed against her thigh. The fire in the hearth leaped as his amnis surged, the energy in the room turning electric.
“You know” —she pressed her lips to his neck— “I think I read about one more ceremonial tradition we must fulfill before our contract is final.”
Oleg smiled a little. “Is that so? Where did you read about this tradition?”
Her tongue licked up the length of his neck, and her hand tightened around his cock. “It’s very well known. Written about inThe Guide for New Vampires Who Must Endure Overbearing Mates.”
“Surely this does not apply to you then.” Oleg ran his hand up her side, his hand slipping under the neat silk blouse she wore. “Since your mate is the most understanding of men.”
He teased the curve of her breast, his fingers reaching beneath her undergarments and pinching her right nipple to a hard, sensitive point.
She tried to twist away, but he locked his other hand on her hip, pressing her thigh into his erection, trying to ease the ache of his blood-engorged cock.
Tatyana released his erection and pulled at the zipper of his trousers, sliding her hand under the pressed wool and open fly of his boxers until her fingers could dance over him, teasing his flesh as she teased the vein in his neck with the tip of one fang.
“Wolf,” he hissed. “You know I want your fangs.”
She released him, climbing off his lap and slowly undressing until the firelight danced on every inch of her pale skin. Oleg stretched out his legs, stroking his erection with a firm grip as he watched her move toward him.
She straddled him in the velvet chair, lowering her body until his aching cock was seated in her heat. She rode him slowly, taking her pleasure in deliberately slow strokes as his mouth watered at the sight of her breasts and the curve of her neck.
Oleg wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up and down with aching deliberation despite the raging desire that made his blood surge and his heart thump.
He leaned forward, closing his mouth around the tip of her breast, and slowly slid his teeth into her flesh, their joined amnis buzzing over her skin as the pleasure of his bite spread in a wave of warm energy covering her breast, her shoulders, her back. He felt her skin react to him, pebbling under his fingertips as her sex began to pulse around him.
It wasn’t enough. He was so thirsty for her blood that he pulled away from her breast, leaning her back along one arm as he bent and bit into the rise of her other breast.
She gasped and came again, her pleasure rolling in waves from the center of her body, up her spine, and along the nape of her neck where he grasped and held her to keep from falling.
Oleg lifted her up and held her to his chest before he stood. Tatyana’s legs wrapped around his waist, and he walked to the only wall in the library not covered in books; Oleg didn’t want his wife bruised, but he needed to fuck her.
Once her back was against the wall, he pinned her, thrusting his cock into her and releasing weeks of pent-up energy and anticipation. He felt the fire crawling over his skin and caught a hint of burned cotton staining the air.
“Yes.” Tatyana threw her arms around his neck. “My sun. My fire.”
He felt the kiss of water on his skin, and steam rose from his shoulders and his neck.
Oleg growled low in his throat, and Tatyana angled her head to the side, baring her neck to his bite.
The climax started in his cock, but as he bit into his mate, the pleasure radiated through his entire body, an explosion that rocketed through his veins and nearly made his knees buckle.
He leaned into Tatyana, his body heavy against hers, pressing her to the wall as he closed his eyes and let the elemental joining of power flow through him.
Like a drop of wine in water, the kiss of her amnis touched his and spread through his system as her blood flowed down his throat.
He’d been starving and he hadn’t even known it.
Everything I want.
