Master of the Night (23 page)

Erin lifted her head and gave him an impish grin. “My turn.”

“Your turn? At
what
?”

“I want a blow job.” She sat up and pounced on him.

“Well, far be it from me to argue,” Reece said as she tumbled him onto his back. “Don't fall off the carpet.”

“Big carpet,” she ordered it. “Big, big carpet.” It obediently expanded.

Erin took his sticky, softening cock in her hand and engulfed it in her mouth. Her first, hard suck had them both groaning.

Her long, cool fingers rolled and caressed his balls as her tongue danced. Now it was his turn to enjoy her experimentation as she drew back to nibble the tiny folds on the underside of his cock, just behind the head. She tongued his length as he hardened in a hot, sweet rush, then tried to take him as deep as possible down her throat.

Reece threaded his hands through the long gold silk of her hair and held on. Overhead, the Mageverse Milky Way snaked through the darkness, an iridescent ribbon of stars.

Finally he'd had as much of it as he could take. He tore himself free with a hot groan. “That's enough. I've got another hot, wet place in mind now.”

“Mmm,” she purred, and went to her hands and knees as he positioned himself behind her. “I do like the way you think.”

“Good thing, too. You're stuck with me.” He found her core, aimed himself. Slid endlessly inside. “Or stuck on me.”

She laughed, the sound half groan. “Definitely. Ooooh, definitely.”

 

Erin braced her
palms on the carpet and her knees apart as Reece stroked inside her. The double pleasure braiding along the Truebond was damn near enough to make her come all by itself.

Dreamily she stared at the moon-washed forest sliding by beneath the carpet. The trees looked like props from a toy train set, while the river snaking between them shimmered like a ribbon of light.

Reece drew out and pumped back in, long and lazy. She shivered at his thickness.

As he took his time in sweetly endless strokes, spinning them both gently toward another climax, Erin sighed. “I'm ridiculously in love with you.”

“Mmm. It's mutual.” Suddenly his arms wrapped around her, and he sat back, pulling her with him as he impaled her to the balls.

She gasped. In that position he felt about as big around as a baseball bat.

He leaned down to her ear. “Now who's a pansy?”

“Ah! Jesus, nobody I know!”

Reece laughed. “That's what I thought.” As he ground up into her, he sank his fangs into her pulse.

Erin convulsed as her mind swamped with multiple layers of hot pleasure—the feel of his fangs, the heat of that thick, meaty cock banging into her, his fingers kneading and tugging both her nipples.

She felt as if she was about to explode.

Flinging out both arms, she let the magic fly. Great globes of red, green, and violet burst soundlessly around the carpet as Reece rolled his hips and fed. Each short thrust jolted them both another increment toward orgasm.

Until they exploded in a furious climax, writhing together as Mageverse energies popped around them like the Fourth of July.

By the time he drew his fangs from her throat, she was limp. Cuddling her, still seated deep, he murmured. “It's going to be a big wedding.”

That woke her up. “Oh, is it?”

“Oh, yeah. We'll have to catch all those vampires first, which will be a pain in the ass. But a wedding will make a nice victory celebration once we do.”

“You really think it's going to be that easy to catch them?”

“Probably not, but I don't want to spoil the mood.”

“Good point. Got a guest list in mind?”

“Well, I've got a really big family, and they're all going to want to come.” He toyed lazily with her nipples. “And then there's all the Champion business partners. And my FBI and CIA buddies. And that's not even mentioning the Magekind….”

“Didn't we skip a step?” she demanded.

He chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant. “Which one?”

“The one where you go down on bended knee and
ask
, Double Oh Fang.”

“I am on bended knee.”

“And buried in my—!”

“Picky, picky, picky.” He lifted her off his lap with that effortless vampire strength and turned her in his arms.

“That's better.” She curled her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and settled down again.

“Now, where was I? Oh, yeah.” The moonlight blazed into his face as he looked down at her, his eyes green and glowing. “Will you marry me, Erin Grayson, and be my wife, and keep my heart, and have my children?”

She smiled up at him and let her love pour through the Truebond. “I will marry you, Reece Champion, and be your wife, and keep your heart. And have your children.”

The kiss was long and hot and silken, illuminated by another dancing fusillade of magic. Neither of them bothered to look around.

They both knew there was plenty more where that came from.