Carinian's Seeker by T. J. Michaels Page B

gentle kisses. Everywhere his lips touched went up in flames.
    “Yes, I want you,” she cried.
    “But that’s not enough. I want you to need me, Carin.” He slid out of her, slammed home and then stilled.
    “Oh God, I do but…I-I can’t,” she screamed, but he sensed her mind fighting what her body and heart really wanted.
    “You’re mine, Carin. Say it, baby.”
    “Yes. I mean no. I can’t be yours, not yet.”
    Bix was puzzled at the intensity of her fear. It was well-hidden, but there was very little she would be able to keep from him. She was genuinely, truly afraid of giving all of herself to him. Through the link he sensed something akin to terror snaking through her consciousness like a frantic disease. Eating away any chance for happiness or companionship. What was she afraid of? Sensing her near-panic warring with her arousal, he backed off. For now.
    “But you are mine, Carin. I don’t plan on going away, sweetheart. We belong together and in time you’ll know it like I do. Until then, feel me, feel this.” He buried himself to the hilt and rocked against her ass with sure, solid strokes. Making sure she hit her peak at least three times, he reveled in her pleasure as each climax tore through her. Then he let himself join her in the delicious madness of orgasm. And even after they’d both regained their senses Bix touched, teased and tasted until she was a slumbering heap of warm, happy female.

Chapter Nine
     
    One arm over his head and the other wrapped around Carin’s sleeping form, Bix listened to her quiet breathing. He idly stroked the dark curls on her head. He loved her hair, all naturally thick and soft, not chemically straightened or plastered against her head. Her rich, coffee skin reminded him of espresso with a measure of Irish Cream stirred in, deliciously beautiful, inside and out. Like chocolate filled with golden caramel. Mmm, he liked caramel. He could eat it for hours, just like the tips of her lovely breasts and sweet succulent pussy.
    But Carin had a problem, and as her man he felt compelled to help her solve it. But at what cost? He’d filched several tablets of notes from her lab and read them in disbelief. The woman wanted to be a vampire and was trying desperately to find a way to turn herself. She didn’t know vampires really existed but had gathered enough research on the various attributes of his species and was pretty close to piecing together a genetic replica of their DNA. The woman was terrified of death, totally and completely preoccupied with it. At only thirty-six, she was more concerned with extending her life than people twice her age.
    Of course, it was impossible to be turned into a vampire, but she could extend her life by mating with one. Correction, mating with him .
    According to her notes, Carin had been using her own blood to experiment with skin cells introduced to the serum she’d created. It already had the ability to combat aging and introduced an incredible resistance to disease to the original cells. Unfortunately, the cells absorbed too much iron from her blood, resulting in a slight toxicity.
    What she’d discovered and engineered so far was beyond amazing for someone who’d started from scratch with no firsthand knowledge of vampires. Even if she was the most sought after and brilliant mind in her field, what she’d accomplished was unheard of, especially for a human.
    If what she was doing ever leaked out, uproar in both vampire and human communities would follow. But V.C.O.E. could use Carin’s research to find a way to fight their enemies. She looked soft and submissive in her sleep, but her disposition wouldn’t last long when he broached the subject of her research. May as well get this over with.
    Bix nudged the top of her head with his chin. She moaned softly and turned into his body, instinctively seeking his warmth. “Wake up, sweetheart,” he whispered against her hair. She groaned and nuzzled deeper under the covers, trying