A Midsummer Night's Demon (11 page)

Lyn wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locked behind his back. The vee between her thighs fit tightly over the prominent evidence of his arousal.

Ky’s body stilled. He lifted his head, staring into the depths of her eyes. “Give yourself to me." Instead of a harsh demand, he made his voice soft. “Say you are mine. No one will ever love you more.”

Lyn loved him as deeply as he did her. Ky could see the truth of it in her eyes.

Tears threatened to spill down her checks. “I’m yours, completely yours.”

Her legs fell away from his waist and he knew a minute of confusion until her fingers clasped the waistband of his jeans. Her nimble fingers popped his button from its hole and slid the zipper down with ease. When she pushed his jeans from his hips, his shaft sprang free. Lyn gazed upon him for the first time, her eyes widened.

“I’m not sure you’ll fit,” Lyn whispered tossing his jeans to the floor.

“I’ll fit,” he promised. “We were made for each other.”

His fingers popped the front clasp on her brassier and pulled the garment from her body. In seconds, he removed her jeans and panties from her beautiful body, exposing it fully to his heated gaze. The warrior settled on his side next to her on the couch.

Ky ran the pads of his fingers over her flesh, from her belly button to the underside of one breast in a slow slide, memorized by the feel of her skin. His hand cupped the creamy mound, kneading it with loving fingers. She stirred beneath the palm of his hand, her legs scissored as if to relieve some pressure between her thighs.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against the breast cupped in his hand. Sucking her nipple into the warmth of his mouth, the warrior swirled his tongue over the pebbled bud. It puckered, seeking the warm, moist cavern his mouth provided.

He brought her hand to her neglected breast, placing his hand over hers to knead the firm globe. The fingers of her free hand laced into his dark hair to hold him to her in desperation. He drove her body higher, sending her reaching for her climax with his attention to her flesh.

His fingers slipped from hers, and she groaned her displeasure. However, when one hand slid slowly down her stomach and his fingers pushed through her tight curls to find her most sensitive spot, her sorrowful moan quickly turned into a tiny gasp of sound, and she pushed against his hand, shamelessly seeking his touch.

His talented finger worked the tiny bud until she arched harder against his hand in response. He applied a little more pressure and increased the speed of the circles, earning moans of approval from his mate.

With his fingers busy below, Ky pulled back to peer down at her body. He watched his other hand knead her full breast, then catch her nipple between the pads of his finger and thumb to give it a light pinch. Daelyn arched her back hard and covered his hands with her own. She cried out his name when the pleasurable pain pushed her closer to the edge of another orgasm.

His shaft, hard as steel, pulsed and throbbed against her thigh, looking for the opportunity he ruthlessly denied it. Ky instead chose to shimmy down the side of her body, the feel of his flesh against hers nearly pushed him over the edge of restraint. But again, he refused the demands of his body, seeking to draw her pleasure out, making sure she would know that no other male could love her like him.

Her legs spread wide in welcome when he settled between her thighs. He lowered his lips to her silken folds, giving them a long luxurious lick before his mouth closed over her sensitive nub.

Kyron feasted upon his mate, took her delicious taste into his mouth, feeding from her as she thrust her hips against him in wanton abandonment. Her hand found his head, and she breathed his name, the sound a pleading whisper. Holding him to her, she encouraged him to increase the pace his tongue set. He could do no other than oblige the invitation. He set a furious pace, the action drawing a whimper from Lyn. Her head twisted from side to side on the pillow.

He pushed a finger into her slick entrance, turning it while his mouth went back to kissing her small nub. She groaned, her body clamped around his finger. He withdrew, inserting two instead, to push her higher toward the cliff of ecstasy. He pumped his fingers into her slick heat at a preternatural pace, drawing another orgasm from her with his talented mouth. A rush of her sweet cream rewarded his efforts.

She lay panting, her breasts thrust in delicious invitation with each hard breath. He edged up her body to take one of the fleshy globes into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak, drawling tiny circles around her nipple.

“Kyron!” Daelyn reached her other hand down to grip his shoulder in a desperate grasp. “I need you. Inside me.”

Instead of giving his mate what she wanted, he kissed his way up her body to the delicate skin of her throat. Ky crawled over her body, the feel of his flesh against her breasts an added pleasure.

Her pulse called to him. It beat hard just under her skin. His fangs ached with hunger as he wrapped his fingers around her ankles and placed her legs onto his shoulders. Her body tremble under his and his shaft jumped against her mound in response. He grasped his thick member in one hand, pushing the tip inside her slick opening. He slid his steel through her velvety opening and his breath caught in his throat. Throttling the desire to impale her in one hard thrust, he amassed all his hard earned self-control and held himself just inside her fiery inferno, savoring the way her body wrapped around his tip to cradle him in a wet, tight hold. He could feel her convulse around the mushroomed head and the sensation pushed his willpower to its limit.

Needing more, he slowly slid home. Inch by luscious inch he filled her, stretched her, until she milked his length.

Daelyn bowed beneath him, and Ky withdrew at a measured pace. A deep thrust back into her welcoming heat made her inner muscles clamp him like a tight fist. Her core clenched around him in spasmodic shudders, the contact between their bodies adding another sinuous pleasure to her orgasm, drawing it out. She moaned in pleasure at the contact.

Innnnn
.
Ouuuuut.
Each plunge and withdrawal tantalizingly slow.

Ky braced his weight on his hands. His hips pistoned faster while she floated back to earth. His only thought to bring her over the edge once more, he lowered himself until her supple, naked body lay crushed beneath his. The position of her legs, still over his shoulders, allowed him to be seated fully within her. Looking into her eyes, he watched her pleasure build with each thrust. This was going to be a long ride.

Chapter Twelve

Lyn searched Ky’s eyes, finding his love for her in their light blue depths. She realized he intentionally took this slow, loving her with his body in a way that would prove she belonged to him. And she’d wanted this, wanted him to take the lead. She willingly gave him the control.

A soft keening cry escaped the back of her throat, as his thick shaft slid into her in a long silken glide, only to slide back out again. Her legs dropped from his shoulders to circle his waist, changing the pressure inside of her. She threaded her arms around him, holding him close, as she rode his powerful thrusts. He drove all thoughts from her mind save the feel of his body against hers.

The sculpted muscles of his back flexed and hardened like slabs of marble under the pads of her fingers. She inhaled, breathing his exotic scent deep into her lungs. The scent of him drove her hunger. Half crazed by pleasure, she lifted her head to find his lips.

Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. She poured all her love into that kiss. In time with their hips, their tongues dueled with a ravenous intensity between their mouths. The pressure built inside of her, deep and full, increasing with every lunging thrust.

Her pleasure rolled up, intensifying until a fervid explosion of warmth spread throughout her body, and she screamed her release into his mouth. Maddened, she released his lips and buried her face in the curve of his jaw. His pulse pounded against her lips, thundered in her ears. Her lips closed over the throbbing vein, teeth nipped his flesh. A heady combination of musk and male, the taste of him danced on her tongue. He moaned, the low sound rumbled against her lips.

Ky manipulated their bodies so she blanketed his, still impaled upon the length of him. His hold tightened as she continued suckling at his neck. One strong arm wrapped around her back holding her against his body. His other hand held her hips still while he took her.

He made her world tunnel until only he remained. Just him. His hands. His lips. His heat. The taste and texture of
him
. Thoughts of Ky consumed her mind, blocked out everything else. In that moment, she turned herself over to his keeping, trusting him with her body. Her love.

Lyn watched his eyes darken with passion as he drove his body harder. He turned them once more so she lay beneath his body, and unleashed a sensual storm inside her.

Her hips slapped against his in a steady cadence. She pulled his head down for a ravenous kiss and thrust her tongue into his mouth, demanding he match her intensity. Lyn bucked beneath him, her fingers splayed in his silken hair, her mouth ate hungrily at his. Her fingers clawed at his back as her body rushed for the rapture.

One of Ky’s hands wrapped around her back, the digits of his other hand tangled in her hair. He pulled her head to the side, his hold anchoring her in place, while his gaze burned over her. His fangs lengthened in his mouth, and he lowered his lips to her neck. His lips descended to once more find the delicate, soft spot where her neck met her shoulder and her breath rushed out between her clenched teeth. His ragged breath pushed from his lungs when his teeth scraped back and forth. His tongue darted out against her flesh. One lick. Two.

The anticipation drove Daelyn higher. He was going to bite her again and Goddess help her, but she wanted him to. Her hands slid down his back, leaving scratches that trailed to his buttocks. Her grip tightened on his lower cheeks, and she held on for dear life. She thrust her hips to meet his, wanting more. More feeling. More contact.

More pleasure.

As if he sensed what she desired, his fingers tightened against her scalp, drawing her head further to the side, the muscles of her neck chorded tight. Her blood was his to take, a willing offering. His fangs pierced the delicate flesh of her neck, drawing a mewling sound from her throat. Her body burned with hunger, hunger he created by his touch. The scorching passion he stirred sent desire pouring through her veins like molten steel. Fire licked over her heated skin.

“Kyron!” Daelyn climaxed, thrusting wildly against him. The erotic sensation of his talented mouth against her neck added to her pleasure, taking her higher still. Her orgasm rolled through her body in endless waves of ecstasy. She rode each wave to its crest, her inner core pulsing.

“I cannot last another minute, Daelyn,” Ky murmured against her neck. His tongue lapped at the small wounds.

“So don’t. Come for me.” She could not deny him his pleasure. Goddess knew, he had seen to hers.

He answered her call by rutting his hips against her at a furious pace, and she reveled in the roughness of his caresses. He pushed deep, seated himself to the hilt with each thrust. He allowed the muscles of her core to milk his climax from him. He jerked and gave a ragged cry of joy, then Ky exploded. He emptied into her, pumping his seed as he threw back his head and let out a mighty roar.

His hips slowed to a stop while they struggled to breathe. This had been an amazing demonstration of their love and trust in one another, something she hoped he intended to repeat often. Her body pulsed with the after effects of their lovemaking.

Still buried within the warmth of her body, Ky braced his weight on his forearms and looked into Lyn’s eyes. A wide smile took her face.

“Why are you smiling?”

“What’s not to smile about?” She wrapped her arms around his back.

A smug grin graced his handsome face. Separating from her body, Ky turned them so his body pillowed hers once more.

Her hand cupped his face. “I love you, Ky.”

“For over four hundred years I have existed on this earth, waiting for my heartmate to say that. Not until I met you have I truly lived. I love you with all my being. My very soul.”

Lyn snuggled against his chest, feeling sated, and noticed for the first time that the rain beat a soft cadence on the roof. “I wish we never had to get off this couch.”

His hand came behind her back, and moved along her spine in a gentle caress. “Unfortunately, there is a promise I made to you regarding Litha. And I always keep my promises, Lyn.”

“So I guess that means we will need to get some rest.” Lyn wiggled against his body, settling in.

His shaft jumped in interest under her sex, and she pushed off his chest.

Lyn’s eyes widened in surprise. “Again?”

He smiled that sexy grin that had a way of sending desire coursing through her veins. “Again.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Ready to get up?” Kyron’s deep voice slid over her skin like a velvet caress.

“Not really.” Daelyn let out a wistful sigh. What she really wanted was to stay in bed with her hot sexy vampire, but that could wait. Lyn rolled over and stretched. Her body was deliciously sore in all the right places.

Ky had been a thoughtful lover, making sure she was thoroughly sated before they fell asleep just as the light of the sun painted the sky above with pink and gold hues.

“If we don’t get ready and leave soon, we’ll miss Litha.”

They’d already missed the Sun God celebration, and Lyn sent a silent prayer up to the God, to ask for his forgiveness and understanding that she missed the part of the celebration that took place when the sun peaked in the noon sky. She would make amends by giving extra offerings to the faeries.

Lyn watched Ky saunter across the room, and pull some clothes from his dresser. She loved the way his body moved, the play of his muscles and sinew under his skin. His bicep flexed under his tattoo, making the tribal pattern dance upon his skin.