My only answer is a quiet moan because he is setting his fangs against my throat, just under my jaw. His tongue dances over my skin, and a tingling not unlike my mate mark spreads over me. It’s like all of my nerve endings are awake now and somehow feeling pleasure just from this. We haven’t even started yet, and I’m already about to climax.
“Wh-what is that sensation?”
“It’s a vampire Lure. A chemical I can release at will and apply to my victims before biting.”
“Or your lovers.”
“Aye. That too because Tasting someone is the most intimate thing a vampire can do. I’ve never done this. I’ve only hunted for sustenance. I’ve not Tasted a person.”
“So they aredifferent, um, functions?” I say, my voice painfully breathy. My heartbeat pulses hard in my throat, my chest, and in my core. I want him to bite me now. To fill me up. To touch me in any and every way. Sweat beads along the neckline of my dress.
“Completely different.”
“Do you trust me enough to do this with me? Are you sure?”
His fingers squeeze me slightly and his nose touches my throat, his breath tickling me. “Of course. Why do you ask?”
“Because,” I pant out, “I can show you something that will prove my feelings for you.”
He leans around to look me in the eye. I keep my gaze locked on his as I unlace the top half of my corset. I pull my dress down to expose my breasts and the mate mark.
His lips part, and his eyes widen as he studies the symbolic heart shape of the mate mark and the stars and ink splotches that decorate the edges.
He looks at me again. “Stars and ink. You are marked for me?”
“I am.”
“I haven’t…” he starts, but then he freezes and a shiver runs through him. He pulls away a fraction and turns me around. Yanking down the front of his shirt, he says something so quickly that I can’t catch the words.
And there it is beside his gold and ruby necklace. A mate mark.
His pale chest, lined with lean, powerful muscle, boasts a heart like mine, but his is laced in small, simple images—a cat’s paw, a quill, an acorn, and flames.
I laugh, joyful tears pricking at my eyes. “The magic knows I’m chaos. Happy chaos.”
Archer takes my hand and presses it to his mate mark. The power of the mark gently heats my palm. He lifts my hand and kisses it, then slowly adjusts our position so my back is against his chest once more. His fangs poise, ready, on the side of my neck.
“Colette? You’re sure you want this?”
“Yes, Archer. I do. I want you in every way I can I have you.”
He licks my skin, and pleasure dances down my body from the contact point. His fangs are a quick pinch, then desire explodes through my blood. My head falls back against his broad chest, his necklace is cold against my upper back, and the mate mark is hot. The scent of him is everywhere. I’m absolutely soaked for him. I take his hand even as he sucks blood from me ina gentle, sensuous rhythm.
“Touch me, Archer. Please.”
I pull his hand down and press his fingers against me under my dress. The dress I wish we had ripped off earlier. His fingers slide into my heat and my body is already trying to squeeze against him. I need friction. Now.
“Please, more. Faster.”
He pauses in sipping and his hand stills. Without breaking his hold on my neck, he slightly shakes his head.
He has to go slowly to keep from losing control. Right. But my lust-addled mind doesn’t care if he murders me twice as long as he gives me the touch I need. He moves his palm against my clit and eases two fingers inside me. I moan and rise up, unable to control myself. I’m so close already. So very close to the edge of pleasure. To the peak.
His cock is huge and rock-hard behind me. I reach around, tug his trousers down, and grasp him. He moans and takes a deep pull at my neck. His fingers shift higher, then lower, and I rub myself against him, still holding his cock. The desire, the amazing sensation is too much, and I am breaking apart, shattering on his hand with the feel of his hot mouth on my neck and his hardness in my hand.
“Archer! Yes!”
My world blurs, and I’m coming so hard I can’t breathe. I feel light-headed. He is rubbing his cock against my back and drinking faster, and then his lips pull away as we grind against one another and he lets out a growl and I feel the heat of his come through our clothing, all along my back.
