Free Blood Eternal by Marie Treanor

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    Focus, Silk! Change your tactics. He moves too fast. You have to wait for him to get close enough. Then stake the bastard, and stay the hell away from his teeth. . . .
    She gripped the stake, bracing her free hand against the rock. She didn’t need the detector anymore. She could sense Ancient.
    He moved differently, like a shadow around the curve of the hill, gliding over the boulder a yard away from her feet. And instead of attacking, he stood still on top of the boulder and regarded her in silence. Only his long hair stirred in the breeze.
    Slowly, Elizabeth lowered her stake. “Saloman.”

Chapter Four
     
    S aloman stepped down from the boulder and walked the distance between them. She tried to speak, questions and information tangling in her head and on her lips. In the end, she never made more than an inarticulate gurgle, because the words vanished as his sheer presence overwhelmed her. There was only his name in her head, his profound black eyes to drown in, his body pressing her flat into the rock. The hilt of his sword, a turning gift from Luk, brushed against her hip.
    Wordlessly, she lifted her face to his. But he didn’t kiss her mouth. His silken lips took her neck in a strong, urgent pull. The hard shaft of his erection pressed between her thighs, and inappropriate lust galloped through her. Well, it had been a long time, several weeks. . . .
    It seemed he felt the same. His tongue lapped at her vein and without warning his teeth pierced her skin. Her mouth opened in a silent cry of pain that vanished into the surge of fierce, familiar pleasure. She gripped his arms hard, letting herself glory just for a moment in the blissful weakness of her blood rushing into his mouth in answer to the tug of his lips.
    So lost was she in the blood kiss that it was a moment before she realized he’d unzipped her jeans and pushed them and her panties down over her hips.
    “Saloman, the hunters are here,” she managed. “They’re coming now.”
    His cool, stroking hands left her hips, perversely disappointing her, until he seized the Ancient detector from her frozen hand and hurled it into the night. Before she could object to this vandalism, he lifted her and entered her body in one swift, gliding movement that shattered the remnants of her resistance.
    Blood and sex and Elizabeth, he said inside her head.
    Bastard. Can’t you even say hello?
    He detached his teeth from her neck and flicked his tongue over the wound to heal it. His burning gaze lifted to hers.
    “Hello,” he said huskily, and took her mouth.
    Her gasp was at least part sob as she threw both arms around his neck and met his thrusts with desperate urgency. It was insane, the danger of discovery far too great, and yet the very knowledge of that drove her excitement beyond what she could resist. She was Saloman’s. The world knew she was Saloman’s. His hands spanned her chest, running down over her breasts, tugging them free of her clothing for more intimate caresses.
    In the distance, Elizabeth could hear the voices of the hunters, anxious and questioning, but she couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. There was only Saloman and the wicked pleasure she reached for without inhibition. He ground her into the rock, hammering pleasure into her while he sipped again from her neck, dividing the attentions of his lips between the wound and her mouth. She could taste her own blood among the intensity that was Saloman, and it all became part of the same massive, necessary joy that tore her apart in his arms.
    He came with her, shuddering in rare silence, even while he sealed her wound once more and held her upright against the hill’s slope. His climax was different from those of the human males she’d known, though quite how, she’d never properly analyzed. Sometimes it felt as if her body absorbed everything he gave it.
    She reached up and took back his mouth.
    “Hello,” she whispered against his lips. They smiled on hers.
    “Go