The Bloodline War by Tracy Tappan Page A

hand out, and the afghan sagged away from one of her breasts.
    Arc’s gaze latched onto the sight like a beacon. “Um…yes….” He crept forward and kissed her shoulder. “Take a stand….”
    She fumbled with the afghan. “You’re not listening to me, Arc—”
    He slid closer still, his hand coming to rest on her belly.
    “There’s going to be trouble.”
    “Right, right.” With the hand on her stomach, he urged her down onto the mattress.
    “Hannah and Kimberly got really nasty with each other, and—”
    Her husband tugged on her panties.
    “Arc!” she gasped. She wriggled against his efforts to strip her, but he just laughed low in his throat and before she knew what had happened, he had her panties and nightie off.
    With a ragged groan, he rolled on top of her and settled between her thighs.
    “Stop it, Arc, you pain in the butt!” She slammed her palms against his shoulders to push him off.
    “I’ll talk to Roth,” he panted, “first thing in the morning, okay.” His shaft throbbed against her thigh.
    She froze, a kernel of hope sparking to life in her chest. “Really?”
    “Absolutely.” He slanted his lips over hers, his kiss open and devouring, his tongue sliding inside her mouth like sweet fire.
    Never trust what a man says when he’s focused on putting his schlong into your cookie, dear. Her mother’s oft-stated warning, with her one-of-a-kind genitalia descriptions, clanged through Beth’s ears, then flew straight out of her head at the feel of her husband’s powerful body on top of her, his well-defined chest warming her breasts. A thrill skipped through her body, sending embers of feeling lighting off along every inch of her skin. She entangled her tongue with Arc’s, sifting her fingers into the back of his silky hair to hold him in place. God, he was such a great kisser, never a hard-thrusting, gagging-tongue type.
    His fingertips trailed up the side of her ribcage, all the while his mouth teasing and tasting, then he cupped her breast. She squirmed eagerly beneath him as he grazed his thumb across her nipple, caressing the rosy bud into an even harder point, then tugging gently on it with his fingers. She bowed off the mattress, moisture surging into her core.
    Arc tore his mouth from hers with a harsh sound, his nostrils flaring. No hiding the scent of lust from a Vârcolac.
    She spread her legs wider and bent her knees, making room for his large body, inviting him inside.
    “Oh, yeah,” he moaned, grabbing his length in his fist and positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed inside her body, a smooth easy thrust, always so careful of her. A growl wrenched from his lips.
    She gripped his shoulders as he began to move inside her, tension steadily building in her womb, tightening, growing. He never skimped on penetration, each surge of his hips burying his shaft deep inside her. Exquisite ripples of ecstasy tumbled through her body.
    “Arc,” she gasped in helpless pleasure.
    “Come on, baby.” He increased his tempo as he bent his head to her neck, latching his lips onto her skin and sucking. The sharp tip of an elongated fang grazed her, and she pressed her head back into the pillow, stretching her throat out to him. His lips continued only to suckle her, though, his breath puffing in quick, hot bursts against her skin. He wouldn’t feed on her tonight.
    No matter. She preferred a Fiinţă-backed orgasm, but didn’t need it. She flexed her legs tightly around Arc’s pumping flanks and dug her fingers into the valley that bisected his back, the scales of his dragon tattoo cool beneath her touch. Heat spiraled to the boiling point, her privates aching with the need for release. She gritted her teeth. Only…a few more…strokes, and… oh ! She flung her head back and cried out as her sex squeezed and squeezed and squeezed . A shout rose in her throat that surely would’ve woken the kids had she not locked it behind her teeth. Oh! God!
    A guttural noise erupted from