No gentleness, no persuasion, just raw hunger.
He was rough. Hot. Wet. Lava poured down her throat and exploded, bursting inside her and washing through her entire body. Her nipples sharpened against his rock-hard chest, and desperation consumed her. The need was brutal and far beyond anything in this world. His mouth plundered hers, all fire and fury.
She gasped in need as he took her over and sparks flew through her head. Her clit pounded in a way that was going to make her crazy. She rubbed against him, unable to think, reduced to a mass of desperate feelings. Of need so great a sob of violent pain curled up from her chest.
He jerked her head to the side and scraped his fangs down her neck.
She trembled as the touch scalded her, claiming her in a searing rush of possession. One she felt to her soul.
The sharp points slid into her skin above her clavicle, slicing deep to bone. She cried out, throwing her head back, feeling his fingers tighten in her hair to keep her in place. An orgasm blew through her, razor sharp in intensity. She stiffened and rode out the waves, her mouth open silently.
She’d barely given her last shiver when he ripped her top down the middle and dropped it carelessly to the floor.
He moved to her breasts. Hotter than any volcano, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and lashed it mercilessly with his tongue. His other hand pulled her head back even more, shooting erotic sparks through her scalp. She couldn’t move. Could only feel.
Garrett Kayrs, unleashed, no longer holding back. It was too much and yet, not enough. More. She wanted more. Wanted all of him.
His hand plunged into her pajama shorts, finding her wet and slick. Two fingers shoved inside her, forcing her to ride him. The second orgasm rolled through her, spiking out into every nerve. He tore off the shorts, banded his arm around her waist, and turned.
She found herself on her back at the edge of the bed.
He dropped to his knees, tossed her ankles over his shoulders, and zeroed in where she needed him most. Mouth, tongue, teeth, he went at her, forcing her up so fast she could only scream silently when she crested and her world exploded again. He turned and struck her thigh with his fangs, sinking deep and prolonging the orgasm with his fingers.
She thrashed her head on the bed, reduced to so many firing nerves she expected smoke. He licked her thigh, and it felt as if the wound had healed.
Finally, he lifted his head. His fangs slowly retracted. He slid his palm, the one with the brand, up from her knee to her thigh. She couldfeelthe rough edges. TheKpounded against her, burning her flesh.
She wanted that marking.
Wanted to be his for whatever time she had left.
He stood, his torso bare and so powerful he stole her breath. The tattoo of theKabove his heart matched the one on his hand. His abs tightened as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and withdrew his belt with a sharp hiss.
Her body trembled.
Then he shoved the jeans away. He licked his fingers, keeping her gaze as he tasted her. “I want to be clear here. You want me, and I want you, so tonight is happening. The morning isn’t going to be pleasant, because we’re going to deal with your reckless disregard for your own life, and it’s not going to feel good.”
She blinked.
“Tonight we’re too far gone—I need to finish this.”
He caught sight of her clavicle, and fire burned in those hypnotic eyes. Then he pierced her with that same gaze and held up his palm. The marking had darkened and looked alive. “But this is your choice. Just yours. If you say yes, then you’re all in. There’s no out, so make sure of your decision.”
She tightened her fingers on the bedcovers. There was no doubt that he could’ve planted the marking on her in the midst of passion, and she would have let him. Would have welcomed it. She’d said yes the other night. But now he was giving her the choice, and she knew without a doubt that he’d stand by her decision. He would not mate her again unless she agreed. She swallowed, wanting him more than she ever realized she could want. Could need.
“Yes or no, Destiny?” His face showed no give, and his eyes were hard flints of raw hunger. For her. “Forget the war, forget the uncertainty of your future, forget the entire fucking world. What do you want?” The hoarseness of his voice licked across her skin as if his mouth was on her. “There’s only you and me, and it’s your decision. It has to be.”
He was asking her to jump headfirst into the unknown. Into what could be a pile of pain for her last week breathing air. He wasn’t offering to save her; he wasn’t offering to save the world.
Garrett Kayrs was just offering himself.
And he was everything.
The world was going to come at them, no matter what, and her health was going to deteriorate whether or not she allowed them both to enjoy these last few days. If nothing else, she wanted to be his for the remainder of her life. Wanted him to be all hers. “Yes.” Her voice trembled, and she cleared her throat. “I say yes to the marking and the mating. Even if it’s just temporary again.”
He changed. In front of her eyes, in a way she’d never be able to describe, he changed as the immortal being at his core rose to the surface. Intensity hardened his already hard features, and his nostrils flared like an animal spotting its mate. He was bigger and stronger, more dangerous than any other creature on earth, already showing the power he’d wield.
She couldn’t look away.
