Incubus by Janet Elizabeth Jones

breath come faster. He liked that. Yes, he did. How awesome to feel this power, the power to please and not be afraid.
    She bent and nuzzled that hidden spot she’d found underneath, and he gasped her name. She ran her tongue across his belly, nipping as she went, until she crouched above him and looked him in the eyes. He ground his teeth together. A flood of heat poured out of him, as tangible as the taste of him on her tongue. His hunger wove around her, embraced and welcomed her.
    Mindless with need, Caroline held her breath as she climbed up his body and sheathed him inside of her, dying from the pleasure of it. She moved slowly at first.
    â€œTell me what you want,” he murmured.
    â€œPush.”
    He lifted her with his hips.
    â€œOh, yes,” she moaned.
    Caroline caught his arms and held on. He hardened deliciously when she bore down on him, pushing her closer to release. Tears sprang to her eyes when Meical changed his rhythm, undulating between slow, deep thrusts to circling his hips beneath her. Meical locked an arm beneath her good leg and lifted, opening her more so he could stroke her in front.
    â€œCome out of that silent, dark place you’ve been keeping yourself, Caroline Bengal. Let me hear you.”
    As though made to order, a half cry broke from deepinside Caroline’s soul, followed by a litany of moans she couldn’t hold back. No more silence inside her now. She couldn’t stop crying. The first flutter shot through her core, draining the strength from her arms and legs. Her lungs heaved for air. The enormity of what waited, just beyond the precipice, overwhelmed her. She felt it sweep upward inside her, spilling into his body and back into hers again, his ecstasy feeding her own.
    Meical caught her hips and thrust hard, holding her down on him while she sobbed and bucked in the onslaught of their combined hunger. She peaked again and felt him turn to concrete inside her. Seconds later he gasped and moved beneath her like an ocean wave, filling her with the creamy warmth she longed for.
    He drew her down to him and held her close, slowing his movements until she lay limp. She was sure she’d never move again. No strength. No muscles or bones. Just flesh, joined to his, warm and wet and safe in his arms. He ran his hand down her wet back, murmuring something sweet about sleeping late.
    And sleep she did.

Chapter 7
    T alisen approached Ellory from behind just as the moon slipped behind a cloud, and a light rain began to turn the sand underfoot to mush. In the distance, somewhere down shore from the deserted beach on which they waited, the inhabitants of sleepy Camden were going to bed.
    And some of Ellory’s fledglings were just beginning their night’s hunt.
    Talisen rose up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Don’t give up. Maybe he’ll show up this time.”
    He shook his head. “Three nights in a row and still he hasn’t shown. We made our request clear. Everyone knows we’re looking for Meical.”
    â€œBut we’ll wait anyway. We won’t give up on finding him.”
    Ellory drew her around from behind him and pulled her close. “Assuming there’s anything left of him to find.”
    The pain Ellory exuded made Talisen wince. His emotions traveled like water drops on a wire, straight to her soul. She shook her head and kissed him again quickly. “If Meical was gone, wouldn’t you feel it? And if he was beyond saving, this vampire we’ve been waiting on wouldn’t put the word out that he knows where Meical is. Whoever it is we’re waiting on, he—”
    A wave of energy filled the night chill with a momentary heat, bathing the damp air with a scent Talisen couldn’t place. She gasped in the rush of power.
    Ellory tightened his arms around her. “Don’t be afraid.”
    â€œThat’s no hapless wanderer,” she breathed. “He feels—”
    â€œLike an Ancient,