Dark Blood
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Branislava was senseless, writhing under him, trying to force him into her, her body desperate for his. He brought his hand down hard on her buttocks. Her eyes flew open, her gaze widening. Around his cock, hot liquid spilled out, enfolding him. Her nerve endings were wired for pleasure and everything he did seemed to add to it.
“Hold still,” he snarled, baring his teeth at her in warning.
She gasped and tried to obey. He didn’t wait for her to lose control again, he surged forward, driving deep, claiming her body for himself. He was a large man and he knew it would take her body a little bit of time and effort to fully accommodate him. He lodged against her womb, watching her for signs of discomfort.
Branislava’s eyes pleaded with him as her head tossed back and forth. Yanking her legs over his shoulders, spreading her even wider, he let his wolf loose. He began to surge into her, thrusting hard, over and over, setting a relentless, merciless rhythm. Each stroke sent flames burning hotter, her sheath winding tighter, or maybe his cock swelled even more, but the friction bordered on ecstasy.
He wanted more, always more, driving deeper, until at times he feared he might lodge in her stomach, but the pleasure engulfed him, wrapping him in her fire. He had known all along she would be like this, hot and wild, her passion a match for his. He was rough with her, and she answered with pleas for more, wanting, like him, to burn in that inferno.
Around them, spreading out from beneath her, the ground began to glow as if their wild joining drew the magma deep from beneath the earth itself. Tiny tongues of red and gold licked at the grass surrounding them, but he couldn’t have stopped if his life depended on it. His breathing became harsh, and his lungs burned for air. The cooling mist settled over his body like a thousand tongues as around him the world seemed to erupt into flames.
He felt his body swell, lock into hers, holding her while she gripped him with scorching tight muscles. Somewhere in his toes, it started, that fireball of sheer bliss, rising like a firestorm, crashing through his body, overtaking him before he could catch his breath.
He let his head fall back as she milked him, drawing his seed out in long, rocketing spurts while her orgasm roared through her, tearing through her core in vicious waves that ripped through her stomach to her breasts.
He felt every strong convulsion of the rippling walls around his cock, the waves of fire engulfing her, consuming him, burning them both clean. She lay, panting, staring up at him with shocked, emerald eyes, the sparks in her hair subsiding. He watched her with those same hungry eyes, holding her body locked to his, refusing to let her go yet.
She made no move to try to roll away from him, but lay there, her legs over his shoulder, her breasts heaving, the combined scent of them permeating the air. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. Her eyes were just a little dazed, her lips parted and her body flushed with a soft glow, much like the surrounding mist.
“Do you know what you are?” he asked.
She shook her head, still fighting for her breath.
He loved the way her breasts rose and fell with her struggle. “Perfect. You’re perfect. There could be no other woman for me. Only you. I don’t think you ever have to worry about satisfying my appetites.”
She reached out to touch the small inch of his heated flesh where they joined, the only part of him that wasn’t still inside of her. “I want to please you, Zev.” Her fingers danced over his hard, velvety shaft, almost reverently.
Just her gentle touch set his cock jerking in anticipation. “Have no doubts that you do . . . and you will. I’m a man who will always let you know, firmly, what I want or need. I’ll expect the same from you. If you’re ever afraid of anything I ask you to do, just tell me and we’ll work it out. Don’t just say no and refuse me. That’s important to me, Branka. I want you to trust me enough to talk to me about anything that frightens you.”
“I didn’t know fear could be so sexy,” she whispered. “The not knowing added to the excitement.”
“And you, woman, are as hot as hell. Or heaven. Is heaven hot?” He flashed her a grin. “Even the mist glowed for us.”
Branislava looked around her as the colors in the mist began to fade. “That might be a cool effect, but honestly, do we want the neighbors knowing every time we make love?”
Zev laughed. “We nearly burned down the forest. We might be banned from the neighborhood.”
Very gently, he rubbed her calf and then her thigh, his fingers moving up to massage her buttocks before he placed her foot back on the ground. He did the same with the other. His gaze moved over her body, and his smile faded to a frown. “Did I hurt you, Branka?”
“No, of course not. If you hurt me, you’d be fried in a few places that really matter to you. I’m a woman who believes in retaliation, remember?”
He leaned forward and another aftershock sent her tight muscles strangling his cock, so that his breath caught in his lungs. He placed both hands on her flat belly, fingers splayed wide to take in as much skin as he could.
“I love that little trait in you.”
Her green eyes smoldered with her hidden fire. She still burned hot and it was difficult for her to conceal her true self behind her cool façade. He loved that quality in her as well, all that fire contained in her slender body just waiting for the right moment to ignite.
His body slowly began to relax and he allowed himself to slip from inside of her, that secret haven he would always be addicted to. Sitting back, he let his gaze drift possessively over her. Surrounded by the mist and trees, they remained quiet together, just the two of them, carving out a small moment for themselves there in the night.
Branislava was the first to move. She knew Zev would never hurry her, or push her to return to the others and face whatever horror she had discovered that had sent her running into the night. She used his shoulder to draw herself up beside him. Immediately he wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her to him.
Her heart gave a little lurch and began to beat faster. It surprised her that Zev could do that to her—that anyone could. The moment he touched her, her body reacted with need and hunger. She hadn’t known just how intense physical attraction could be until he had come into her life. Her wolf. She looked down into his eyes and again her heart stuttered.
He focused wholly on her, a predator targeting his prey, looking as if he might devour her all over again.
“I’ve got to clean myself up,” she said softly, regretfully. She enjoyed standing there, his seed running down her thighs while his hands massaged her buttocks.
“Hold still,” he snarled, baring his teeth at her in warning.
She gasped and tried to obey. He didn’t wait for her to lose control again, he surged forward, driving deep, claiming her body for himself. He was a large man and he knew it would take her body a little bit of time and effort to fully accommodate him. He lodged against her womb, watching her for signs of discomfort.
Branislava’s eyes pleaded with him as her head tossed back and forth. Yanking her legs over his shoulders, spreading her even wider, he let his wolf loose. He began to surge into her, thrusting hard, over and over, setting a relentless, merciless rhythm. Each stroke sent flames burning hotter, her sheath winding tighter, or maybe his cock swelled even more, but the friction bordered on ecstasy.
He wanted more, always more, driving deeper, until at times he feared he might lodge in her stomach, but the pleasure engulfed him, wrapping him in her fire. He had known all along she would be like this, hot and wild, her passion a match for his. He was rough with her, and she answered with pleas for more, wanting, like him, to burn in that inferno.
Around them, spreading out from beneath her, the ground began to glow as if their wild joining drew the magma deep from beneath the earth itself. Tiny tongues of red and gold licked at the grass surrounding them, but he couldn’t have stopped if his life depended on it. His breathing became harsh, and his lungs burned for air. The cooling mist settled over his body like a thousand tongues as around him the world seemed to erupt into flames.
He felt his body swell, lock into hers, holding her while she gripped him with scorching tight muscles. Somewhere in his toes, it started, that fireball of sheer bliss, rising like a firestorm, crashing through his body, overtaking him before he could catch his breath.
He let his head fall back as she milked him, drawing his seed out in long, rocketing spurts while her orgasm roared through her, tearing through her core in vicious waves that ripped through her stomach to her breasts.
He felt every strong convulsion of the rippling walls around his cock, the waves of fire engulfing her, consuming him, burning them both clean. She lay, panting, staring up at him with shocked, emerald eyes, the sparks in her hair subsiding. He watched her with those same hungry eyes, holding her body locked to his, refusing to let her go yet.
She made no move to try to roll away from him, but lay there, her legs over his shoulder, her breasts heaving, the combined scent of them permeating the air. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. Her eyes were just a little dazed, her lips parted and her body flushed with a soft glow, much like the surrounding mist.
“Do you know what you are?” he asked.
She shook her head, still fighting for her breath.
He loved the way her breasts rose and fell with her struggle. “Perfect. You’re perfect. There could be no other woman for me. Only you. I don’t think you ever have to worry about satisfying my appetites.”
She reached out to touch the small inch of his heated flesh where they joined, the only part of him that wasn’t still inside of her. “I want to please you, Zev.” Her fingers danced over his hard, velvety shaft, almost reverently.
Just her gentle touch set his cock jerking in anticipation. “Have no doubts that you do . . . and you will. I’m a man who will always let you know, firmly, what I want or need. I’ll expect the same from you. If you’re ever afraid of anything I ask you to do, just tell me and we’ll work it out. Don’t just say no and refuse me. That’s important to me, Branka. I want you to trust me enough to talk to me about anything that frightens you.”
“I didn’t know fear could be so sexy,” she whispered. “The not knowing added to the excitement.”
“And you, woman, are as hot as hell. Or heaven. Is heaven hot?” He flashed her a grin. “Even the mist glowed for us.”
Branislava looked around her as the colors in the mist began to fade. “That might be a cool effect, but honestly, do we want the neighbors knowing every time we make love?”
Zev laughed. “We nearly burned down the forest. We might be banned from the neighborhood.”
Very gently, he rubbed her calf and then her thigh, his fingers moving up to massage her buttocks before he placed her foot back on the ground. He did the same with the other. His gaze moved over her body, and his smile faded to a frown. “Did I hurt you, Branka?”
“No, of course not. If you hurt me, you’d be fried in a few places that really matter to you. I’m a woman who believes in retaliation, remember?”
He leaned forward and another aftershock sent her tight muscles strangling his cock, so that his breath caught in his lungs. He placed both hands on her flat belly, fingers splayed wide to take in as much skin as he could.
“I love that little trait in you.”
Her green eyes smoldered with her hidden fire. She still burned hot and it was difficult for her to conceal her true self behind her cool façade. He loved that quality in her as well, all that fire contained in her slender body just waiting for the right moment to ignite.
His body slowly began to relax and he allowed himself to slip from inside of her, that secret haven he would always be addicted to. Sitting back, he let his gaze drift possessively over her. Surrounded by the mist and trees, they remained quiet together, just the two of them, carving out a small moment for themselves there in the night.
Branislava was the first to move. She knew Zev would never hurry her, or push her to return to the others and face whatever horror she had discovered that had sent her running into the night. She used his shoulder to draw herself up beside him. Immediately he wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her to him.
Her heart gave a little lurch and began to beat faster. It surprised her that Zev could do that to her—that anyone could. The moment he touched her, her body reacted with need and hunger. She hadn’t known just how intense physical attraction could be until he had come into her life. Her wolf. She looked down into his eyes and again her heart stuttered.
He focused wholly on her, a predator targeting his prey, looking as if he might devour her all over again.
“I’ve got to clean myself up,” she said softly, regretfully. She enjoyed standing there, his seed running down her thighs while his hands massaged her buttocks.
