Heart of the Warrior by Donya Lynne Page A

felt such a powerful pull to be with someone, but Sev had
him enthralled.
    He released Sev’s thumb with a pop and leaned in close.
    "So, see, Io had it all wrong." He tugged on Sev’s
sweater and slid one hand underneath it to play his fingers over the waist of
Sev’s jeans. "It isn’t me who needs to worry about you. It’s you who needs
to worry about me, because I want to invade you in the most unbelievable way
right now." Ari had no idea where his words came from. He just knew that
he was ready for more. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for
weeks. I’ve waited all my life for you, Sev. Now that I’ve found you, don’t
make me wait, anymore."
    In a rush of movement, Sev growled, gripped Ari’s hips
harshly, and shoved him back. "Bedroom?"
    "Downstairs."
    "Show me."
    Pent-up energy exploded between them, and Ari batted Sev’s
hands away and spun him around before driving him out of the kitchen and
directing him toward the stairs that led to the dimly lit basement. After
nearly tripping over each other to get to the bottom, Ari gripped Sev’s long
hair like it was a horse’s mane and jerked his head back as Sev groaned and
cried out.
    "I love your hair," Ari said, giving it another
sharp tug. "I love pulling it."
    Where was this side of him coming from? It seemed more than
just his sexuality had been in the closet his whole life. Finding the one he
was meant to be with was waking up all sorts of new feelings and emotions, as
well as a darker side to his libido.
    "Please, more. Harder." Sev seemed to enjoy the
rough action as much as Ari did.
    Ari thrust his hand into all that glorious hair and maneuvered
Sev to the bed and shoved him down face-first. Sev bounced then rolled over and
they both hastily pulled off their shirts and unfastened their jeans, stripping
off their clothes in seconds.
    Sev crawled backward into the middle of the bed as Ari rode
up with him, hovering and stalking him. He had never wanted to have sex with
anyone so badly that he had lost all inhibition like this, but it was as if he
was suddenly someone else. And based on Sev’s reaction, he loved who Ari had
become.
    Sev’s arms wrapped him up, and their mouths connected once
more, hungry and greedy for each other as their cocks rubbed together to send
tingles down both his legs and around the insides of his balls like tiny
lightning strikes.
    Ari loved how Sev touched him and how he felt. Sev's touch
was unlike a woman's. His hands were bigger, and the way he handled him was
strong and gruff, full of lusty intent. No woman had ever touched him this way,
and it was clear that this was how he had always wanted to be touched. It turned
him on.
    What was even clearer was that Sev's was the kind of body he
had always wanted beneath him. Powerful and masculine, with hard, rounded pecs
topped with large, dark nipples. And God, the male had the widest shoulders
he'd ever seen. He was built for brawn.
    "Fuck, you feel good." Ari trailed his lips over
razor stubble – actual fucking razor stubble – and shivered with excitement.
The faint beard growth was just one more physical sign that this wasn't one of
his fantasies and that he was finally living his true self.
    "Mmm, so do you."
    And that was another sign. Women didn't have such sexy, deep
voices that rumbled with masculine intensity in a way that shot a whole lot of
sexual excitement up the backs of Ari's thighs to whip around the base of his
spine before shooting down to his dick.
    Ari moaned and drew his mouth down to Sev's chest. His skin
was smooth and hairless – not uncommon for a male vampire – and he tasted
incredible. He had a distinct manly flavor that turned him on.
    Sev arched into him and groaned as Ari found one dark nipple
and drew it into his mouth. A man's nipple – Sev's. Rarely had Ari suckled a
woman's breast, but taking Sev's between his lips felt perfect in all the right
ways. Flat and hard, not soft and buoyant. Sev's nipple still puckered