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A shudder gripped her and she nearly let the dagger slip from her grasp. Luke reached
over and covered her hand with his, guiding her to him. "Don't be afraid; the pain is
nothing compared to the significance of the act." A little move brought their conjoined
hands closer to the altar so he could spill the fluid into his goblet the second she pierced
him.
"Do it, Katiya."
A sting followed as the pointed tip pricked down, but it wasn't enough to open up the
vein. With a little bit of force, he pushed her hand downward but she resisted. Indecision
flickered in her stare and Luke had enough of the waiting.
"Now, cut me now, before I lose control for want of your claiming." Not letting her
retreat one inch, he kept her grip on the handle. The moment she sliced deep, the tearing
sting ripped up his arm.
"Fuck, yes. That's it, baby. Now, the goblet."
The weapon clanked to the floor. Luke focused on her. Eyes wide, her parted lips
and shallow inhalations did nothing to prepare him for what she was going to do next.
"No, Lucas. Not this time." Instead of holding the golden cup beneath his hand to
capture the scarlet beads running off his wrist, she grasped his arm and lifted it to her
mouth.
She began to suckle, one swallow, then another. Teetering to the side, her legs
trembled and she staggered with the powerful onslaught of his essence. The clasp of her
fingers tightened as she took more of him in. Not wanting Kat to lose balance, he reached
around her and pressed her against his chest. With his free hand, he stroked through her
hair, down her back.
"More, oh Luke, you taste so good. So right." The swipe of her tongue sent a bolt of
heat tearing through him. Nips of her teeth made him squirm. She sucked hard, and an
explosion of sensation detonated at the base of his cock. Pulsating, rigid, the throbbing
shaft hurt so damn bad. He wanted her sucking him there, passionately and greedily.
"Take as much as you want, it is yours." Luke cradled her in his embrace, letting her
have her fill. It was all he could do to resist throwing her down, covering her with his
body and thrusting in deep, claiming her secret depths.
A moment later, she released his wrist and glanced up at him. "You better seal that."
Both his eyebrows rose in an unspoken question, but she remained silent. He hastily
did as she bade and asked, "Why did you stop?"
A saucy, eager smile lifted her lips. "Because I want something more."
Before he could ask what, she wrenched the towel off his hips and tossed it away. He
was mindless of where it landed because she shrugged out of the robe and slipped to the
floor on her knees in front of him. Wet lips encircled the aching crest of his erection and
his entire focus fractured, splintering like shards of glass. Fingers worked along his
length, from the base upward. With her tongue, she laved the sensitive slit, dropped down
and trailed the damp tip about the engorged head. She opened her mouth wide, took him
inside and sucked.
"Fuck, baby, so good," he crooned and his hand gripped her damp hair, directing her
forward. "Relax, take a little more." Her cheeks hollowed as her throat worked against his
thrusts. The sharp twinge of her teeth biting down made him gasp out her name. She
repeated the motion with more pressure. After bringing her hand below, she massaged the
tight spheres underneath. With her thumb trailing across the unyielding flesh, she pressed
in deep. Luke shuddered as a burst of red-hot fire ricocheted up to the base of his
erection.
Her rhythm increased and sweat beaded on his forehead. Jaws clenched, teeth
grinding together, he could do nothing to stop his fangs from punching out of his gums.
Thirst welled up inside him and Luke didn't know which to sate first. Her mouth burned
his cock, sinful licks and insistent suckling tossed him over the edge. "Sweet Kat, you
have to stop. I am not going to have the strength to hold back much longer."
A slight shake of her head and she tipped it back to look at him. "No," she spoke
around his dick pausing long enough to draw the swollen length through her grasp. Up
and back, she pumped him, "Give it to me, Luke. Don't keep anything from me." Leaning
down, she captured the nearly purple crown between her lips. Using the tip of her tongue,
she flicked over the peak. Those scorching, eager lashes provoked his need until all he
could think of was his impending release.
Kat lurched up, a smooth impalement, taking him deep and keening as the fullness
claimed the inner recesses of her mouth.
His restraint shattered. "Open then, take it all the way. I am going to fuck your
mouth. Oh yeah, Katiya, just like that. Lick it, slow, tease me. Make me burn for you."
Pulses raced up the shaft, the scalding heat of his seed collected low at the bottom.
Kat held him in both hands and worked the entire length. She pitched forward, suckled
him to her throat, and swallowed. The friction destroyed him.
"It's almost there, suck harder."
Kat's grip tightened, her lips parting for his broad width while her tongue rasped. The
scorching jets rushed upward, burning him in their wake. He tried to pull away from her
but her unyielding clasp kept him right where he was. His hand cupped the arch of her
neck, keeping her there, while his hips flexed. He threw his head back with a guttural
shout as his release barreled out of him. It tore at his soul, ripped his restraint to shreds
and loosed the beast.
A growl tore from his chest as he lifted her and carried her into the other room. Luke
dropped Kat on the bed, covered her body with his. Dominant, possessive and utterly
carnal, the primal need shattered his control and demanded satiation. His thighs pressed
her legs open and he slid upward, deliberately dragging his chest against her swollen,
firm breasts. The sweet sound of her gasp at the contact wound him even tighter. Pushing
up on his palms, he stared down at her, taking in this female, his mate; and he knew from
that moment on, nothing would ever part them again.
"I am beyond starving, baby. I need your vein now, before I am crazy with delirium
and my hunger hurts you," he ground out roughly, not willing to force her in any manner.
She turned her head, showing him the beautiful line of her throat. "Take it then,
kavalye."
With a roar, Luke arched toward her, parted his lips and moved to her rushing pulse-
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