Caleb by Sarah McCarty Page A

struggled to hold on to his humanity, but
it was a losing battle. The vampire lust was upon him. Darker than bloodlust,
stronger than could be imagined. A scream echoed above his head.
    Allie.
Dear God, Allie. He dropped his forehead against her, sucking in air, reaching
for the little bit of coherence he had left that told him he was almost out of
time. Definitely out of control. He pulled back.
    In a
move too fast to register, he switched positions, bracing her thighs apart with
his, using his hand to align himself before coming down over her and pressing
in. He rubbed his thumb on her most sensitive spot, kept his mouth at her
breast, working both simultaneously, prolonging her orgasm, easing her through
the power of his claiming because he couldn’t stop. The beast was fully upon him.
    Damn,
she was tight. Too damn tight.
    Through
their mental connection he sent a command into the confusion that consumed her
a split second before he thrust. Relax.
    Either
she couldn’t or wouldn’t. Confusion and passion warred. He slipped through that
crevice, filling her mind with his pleasure, his need. The resistance gave, and
he entered her in a slow, smooth glide. He held himself still within the tight
fist of her channel, cries of victory screaming through his head. She was his
now. Only his.
    Beneath
him Allie moaned and shifted. Her heel rode up his leg, opening herself to more
of whatever he wanted. And suddenly what he had wasn’t enough. He needed more.
More of her cries, her passion, her taste.
    Caleb
pulled back. Allie twisted away. Another growl welled. It was too late to turn
back. They were joined. In a few minutes it would be irrevocable. Had to be
irrevocable.
    He
couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. He lifted her thighs over his arms,
spreading her wider, grinding his groin into hers on every downstroke, her joy
at the contact spilling over him in a hot incentive. He bent over, drawing her
nipple deeply into his mouth with every withdrawal, keeping her with him until
the explosion burned up his spine. He pulled all the way out, releasing her
nipple from his mouth, releasing the wild flare of emotion in her eyes with two
words. “You’re mine.”
    She
shook her head. He thrust back in, letting her take what she could, easing her
into the idea with his body seeking with his mind as well. He didn’t just want
to possess her, he wanted to bind her to him. Ensure her acceptance of him as
her mate. Forever blend their lives.
    He
watched as she took a fraction of an inch, and then another, her body
stretching to his need, her gasps sensual little punctuation marks to their
passion.
    “Mine.”
The claim sprang out of the deepest part of him. “Tell me you’re mine.”
    Another
inch disappeared. And then another. With every inch the urgency increased. He
leaned in, bending over her, centering his thumb over her clitoris, rubbing in
cadence with her gasps. Her energy pulled at him with the same desperation,
drawing him into her with her strength of will, tendrils of her energy wrapping
around his. She cried out and her hips bucked, sinking him deeper.
    “Say
it, Allie. Give me that much.”
    Her
heel drew up his thigh, pulling him to her. Her inner muscles tightened,
fluttered. Her back arched. Her lips parted, drawing his kiss. He changed his
rhythm, capturing her cry, her gift, holding the declaration as close as he
held her.
    “Yours.
I’m yours!”
    Before
the last syllable of her cry dissolved into the embracing darkness, he sank his
fangs into her neck as cleanly as his cock sank those last vital inches into
her body. Sealing himself against her, he took her scream—her climax as his,
blending their minds, bodies, and souls, relaxing into the knowledge that she
was his. At least for this moment. This time, he had her.

SHE
was going to have to rethink her perception of herself as a lover. She was
obviously much more into kink than she’d ever imagined. And Caleb had much more
influence over her than