Free Son of Our Blood by Kathi S. Barton Page B

that he could feel
her heat. “You’re too close.”
    He put his hands on her neck and ran his
thumb over her beating pulse. He curled his fingers into the neck of her shirt
and looked into her eyes. When he ripped it from her body, she began to pant. He
looked down at her breasts and his mouth watered.
    Licking a path down her collar bone to
where her full, ripe breasts were cupped in lace, he flicked his tongue over
her nipple. They were straining against the material and he cupped them in his
hands. When he looked up at her face this time her eyes were closed.
    “Look at me, Brandi. Watch me suckle at
your nipples.” Her eyes opened wide and she nodded at him. Lowering his head
slowly, he used his thumbs to open her bra and spill her warm flesh into his
hands. “Your nipples are pink and hard. I want to feed from you here soon. Bite
you so that your blood fills me and your hard peaks tease my tongue.”
    Mac kissed the tip then took it into his
mouth. Her moan had him lifting her breasts up so that he could nibble on them
both at the same time. When her fingers tangled in his hair he lifted his head.
    There was no need for words. Her face
looked hungry to him, hungry for him. He lifted her up by her ass and her body
molded to his. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he turned them toward the
bed as he took her mouth.
    The moment her back touched the bed he
willed their clothing away. It was something that he used just when he was too
tired to do it when he worked. But now he could see the advantages of such
magic. And Christ, it was well worth it. He looked down her body to where he
was hidden between her thighs.
    “You’re beautiful.” His voice was husky
and thick. He rocked into her and thought of taking her now. “I want you. I
want to make this good for you, but I need to sink my cock into your heat.”
    “Yes. Please, yes. I need to feel you
there too. Please, Mac.”
    He moved down her body to where he could
take her nipple again. Her taste, her scent was driving him over the edge.
    “Please,” she begged again and he
couldn’t wait any longer.
    “Next time. I swear to you, I’ll make it
good for you next time.” He slammed his cock deep. Her scream of release was
enough to take him with her. Sinking his teeth deep into her throat, he pumped
into her again and again. Lifting his head, he bit into his wrist and put it
over her mouth as he took her throat again. When she began to drink from him,
he came again and brought her with him. They were finally and truly one.
    The connection snapped into place. He
felt her every emotion as if it were his own. Even as he closed off the tiny pricks
he made he continued to move in and out of her. When their eyes met he knew
that he’d never be able to leave her, never even think about meeting the sun
again. She was his world.
    He pulled his wrist away and sealed the
wound as he watched the tiny trickle of blood run down her chin. Her body
tightened around his again and he wanted to watch her come this time. Wanted it
more than his next breath. He rolled to his back and sat her over him, his cock
still buried deep within her. “Ride me. I want to see you come while you ride
me.”
    She moved over him and moaned. When he
lifted her hands and put them to her breasts she looked down at him as she
massaged them then tweaked her nipples.
    “I’ve never done this before.” She
didn’t seem to be a novice at it, but he only nodded. “I’ve never enjoyed sex
this much before. This is fantastic.”
    “You have to come for me. I want to see
your face when you come.” He sat up and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
“I love your taste. Can I bite you here?”
    “Yes,” she hissed at him as she held him
to her. Her body rocked over his faster, so much so that he grabbed her hips to
slow her down. But she wouldn’t have it. As soon as he rolled her to her back
again he took her breast and bit.
    His own climax ripped through him. His
breath was knocked from