Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as she reached down and retrieved her robe. As she slid it on, Mirakel found himself watching until all those smooth, gentle curves had been hidden from view.
“Where would you like me?” she asked kindly.
Beneath me, Mirakel thought at the same time he said, “Let’s sit.”
Not quite a logical decision considering the only piece of furniture in the room was the bed.
Fucking lovely.
Mirakel made the mistake of sitting on the mattress first. Briony came to stand before him, waiting patiently for his instruction.
Because he was too exhausted to put forth the effort to make this easy on either of them, he motioned for her to turn away from him. When she did, he pulled her down onto his lap, which was a huge fucking mistake. The instant her little ass settled on his thighs, his cock swelled, stretching the leather meant to keep him contained.
Son of a bitch.
Briony, clearly comfortable with this, leaned back against him, ensuring her hair was off her neck as she angled her head away from him. In anticipation, his fangs descended into his mouth, tingling with the urge to sink into her flesh.
Not sure where to put his hands, Mirakel wrapped his arms around her. To hold her in place, of course. After all, he was a big male, much bigger than she, so it was as much for her comfort as his.
Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure it was.
He leaned in, inhaling her scent, which he couldn’t place but found he liked more than he should.
As he kept his body in check, Mirakel drew his arms tighter and pierced her vein, drawing her blood into his mouth. At that point, biology should’ve kicked in. Just like the millions of times he’d taken a vein in his lifetime, everything should’ve been hunky-dory.
So not the case.
Not by a long fucking shot.
The instant her blood hit his tongue, his body waged an all-out assault on his mind. Her blood was so rich, unlike anything he’d ever tasted before. As it slid over his tongue and down his throat, Mirakel’s muscles flexed, the power in his body surpassing what he was sure all those well-honed fibers could contain.
He was so focused on drinking he didn’t realize his arms had shifted or that his hands had settled over her breasts, somehow finding them beneath the thin fabric that had been covering her but was now open down the front. At least he was gentle, he thought as he took stock of the situation, the way his palms were cupping her, his fingers lightly kneading the warm flesh.
It was as though his body had a mind of its own.
The soft moans that escaped the diminutive female in his arms weren’t helping either. Nor did her placing her hands over his, holding them to her breasts as he sucked on her vein. His head was buzzing, and he figured it was a combination of her sweet taste, the softness of her skin, and that delicate scent. Never had he encountered a female who had affected him like this. Hell, not even a fraction of this.
When her hips began to shift, her ass pressing insistently against his erection, Mirakel had to release her breast and curl his arm around her hips to still her movements. As it was, he was rutting against her, his cock straining in an attempt to get to where it needed to be. But he couldn’t fucking stop. He couldn’t break the seal on her neck, and he couldn’t stop the bump and grind of his hips as he held her to him.
Seconds felt like an eternity, and when his gut finally gave his brain permission to let go, he sealed the punctures on her skin, buried his face in her neck, and gave in to the inevitable.
“Fuck,” he growled softly against her neck, his cock grinding against her. “Oh, fuck.”
He came so hard it was a wonder they’d remained on the bed. Mirakel thought for sure he would’ve launched her across the room from the intensity of that explosion.
No. He was happy to see she remained where she was, perched on his lap, her breaths as labored as his.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, adjusting her robe to cover her. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“You should go,” he urged, shifting so that she was forced to get to her feet.
“Of course, sire.”
Mirakel couldn’t believe what had just happened. Never had he lost control like that. Not once in his life. Had he been naked … fucking hell, he probably would’ve mounted her like a goddamn animal, taken what didn’t belong to him.
Realizing she was still there, standing near the door but making no move to leave, Mirakel lifted his head, pinned her with his gaze. “Go. Now.”
