Free Caressed by Shadows (Rulers of Darkness Book 4) by Amanda J. Greene Page B

radiated from him as he stalked across the room.
    His gaze remained locked on Sonya. As he tore his jacket off, he drew money from its pocket.
    “Thank you, Star.”
    “Sure thing. Will that be all?” she asked.
    “Leave us,” he ordered, shoving the money into the mortal’s hand.
    Falcon stalked across the room, his eyes molten silver, burning and intense. His fangs grew longer, sharper as he drew near. His wide chest pumped as he filled his lungs with the luscious fragrance of woman, sex, blood and lilacs - oh, sweet lilacs. 
    Reaching for the collar of his shirt, Falcon ripped the delicate fabric, leaving the shreds to fall to the ground.  
    His fingers tangled in her hair as he titled her head back.  
    Her hungry, golden gaze burned, challenging him to sate her. Falcon growled the low menacing sound vibrated the room. He would do more than sate her.
    Falcon claimed her mouth, his kiss fierce and unrelenting. When their lips met, the air sparked with electricity.
    He had suffered for centuries, denying his need to feel her against him, but no longer. Watching her feed from that human, knowing she imagined it was his neck she sank her fangs into was too much. Something inside him had snapped.
    Sonya wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her greedy hands roamed his naked back, kneading the muscles that bunched and rolled beneath her fingertips. He had such strength; so much power and he overwhelmed her with his size. He forced her down until her back met the red velvet of the settee. Pressing his knee between her thighs, she opened for him, circling her legs around his waist, hooking he r stilettos. Her claws extended and she traced their razor tips up and down his back letting this male know he wasn't going anywhere until she was finished with him.
    With a groan, he sank his body into hers and deepened the kiss.
    Sonya tightened her arms around him. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against his hard chest. Falcon shuttered from the contact, his lips falling from hers.
    “More. Kiss me more, Falcon,” she gasped. “I’ll kill you if you stop.”
    He smiled against her lips. The sweet queen thought to threaten him with death should he stop. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you exactly what you need,” he vowed before taking her mouth again.
    Their kisses were hot, demanding, soul rending, fueled by their long denied passion.
    Falcon wrapped her hair long flaxen hair around one fist before trailing his other hand lightly down the column of her throat. Sonya’s skin was the warmest of silks against his battle-roughened fingers. He cupped a breast, gently squeezing. Her nipples tightened in response, straining against the material of her bra.  He slipped his fingers beneath the thin shoulder straps of her dress and drew her top down. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra. Tossing the fabric to the floor, he left her lips, kissing and nipping his way down .  
    Sonya’s lungs froze as his mouth moved lower and lower. He paused, his lips a fraction of an inch from one of her nipples. His breath fanned across her, causing the delicate pink nub to pucker even more. She impatiently groaned, her claws biting into his shoulders. She tried to pull him to her, tried to force him, but he resisted. She had been with vampires in the past, but none had matched her in strength, but this knight was too strong for her, his body well honed. Perfect.
    She shifted restlessly beneath him, rubbing herself against the rigid length of his erection. With a feral growl, Falcon closed his mouth over her, laving at her with his skilled tongue as his hand kneaded her other breast. He pinched one nipple with this thumb and index , as he grazed the other with his fangs.
    Sonya cried out as pleasure rocked through her. She arched up, demanding more. 
    Falcon kissed a path to h er other breast, slowly circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He suckled her as he moved his free hand lower. His