Leaning back slightly, Dante lifted his hips off the bed, giving my hand access to slip behind his waistband. He was so fucking hard. I pulled him out and gripped him firmly, stroking him slowly. He immediately responded to my touch, a bead of desire glistening on his slit.
Fuck.
“We don’t have time for this,” I rumbled against his mouth when he reached for my pants too, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper.
“I know…” he grunted, sucking my lower lip. His intent to reach inside my pants stopped as we glanced into each other’s eyes, need aching through us. “I miss you inside me.”
“I miss you too… It feels like it’s been forever.”
Letting go of him, I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed it.
“Later. Once we know Natasha is well, you are all mine.”
A sinful smirk tilted his mouth. “Deal.”
Standing, Dante gripped my shoulders and pushed his hips forward, offering himself to me for a taste. Need throbbed in my groin, and I squeezed myself over the jeans, closing my mouth over his head and sucking it.
The taste of his desire made me want him even more. He was perfectly hard, and I loved the way his head felt under my tongue. I sucked him twice more, swirling my tongue around him before gently biting him.
Dante loved it when I did that to him.
“My turn,” he moaned, pulling out of my mouth.
I stood, tugged myself out of the jeans, and held it for him. Crouching, Dante sucked my head into his mouth too, humming,and sucking hard before his hands gripped my ass and he pushed me fully into his throat.
Fuck.
A grunt left me with the pleasure, and I couldn’t help but rock into his mouth twice before pulling out of it, bringing him to his feet. This was so not the time for this. We kissed again, unhurriedly, indulgingly, to calm our need once more.
Pressing our foreheads together, we extended our moment a bit longer and fixed our pants.
“Get over here…”
André’s call brought us back to the present, and we exchanged a somber glance.
Dante’s shadows took him away while I walked out the door, transforming with each stride and bursting into Natasha’s room as the Beast a few seconds later.
He materialized as I entered, and we found André standing a few feet away from the bed while Countess Dariah stood like a protective wall between Natasha and us—her wings fully stretched and covered by lethal black feathers.
A vicious growl began clicking in the back of my throat at the sight, my lips peeling back over sharp, lengthening canines.
The Countess only glanced at me over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. “I’m not going to hurt her,” she huffed. “But we need to be prepared for anything, yah? Vampiri transformations are not to be taken lightly.” Her pointed gaze fell on hernewborn ancientson. “Dawn almost melted theFortress of the Dragonwhen he awoke.”
With the power of the sun…she left out, but we all knew it.
“They had to knock me out again,” he grumbled.
My attention returned to the front of the room, and luckily, I towered over all of them, even with the Countess’s massive wings fully open. The instant my eyes fell on the bed, my lungs constricted. Unlike its violent arrival, the blue fire beganto slowly recede, flickering as its intensity diminished inch by excruciatingly sluggish inch.
She was still unconscious though, so what exactly did that mean?
“How many Vampir cocoons have you experienced?” Dante asked the Countess.
“Mine, Constantin’s, and Dawn’s,” she admitted, letting us know how truly rare they were. “Although, they are common in my mother’s realm.Deamhanroyalty goes through it after completing the blood ritual. It’s how they claim their right to rule.”
“But on Earth, they happen to newborns?” I asked, trying to comprehend a bit more, my eyes still glued on the retreating flames.
“Well, mine was after a blood ritual too, when I embraced myDeamhanheritage, but those of my Vampir sons were naturally triggered… Like Natasha’s,” Countess Dariah explained.
