accept that challenge.
“Fine.” She reached behind her and tugged out the small pistol. One bullet wouldn’t kill him.
He easily snagged the gun and tossed it over his shoulder.
Her mouth gaped open.
He glanced down and pressed a kiss—a very hard kiss—against her lips. Shocks cascaded through her, alighting fire to her every nerve.
“What is this? Vampire foreplay?” she gasped out.
“Yeah.” His thumb tightened right under her jaw, and he lifted up. “Let’s get a couple of things straight right now.”
Even with her chin up, she could glance down at his jeans. “Looks like we already have.”
His lips peeled away from his teeth. “What you saw earlier, what you should’ve interrupted earlier if it had bothered you, was me saying good-bye to Ginny.”
Ronni’s breath caught. “Good-bye. Out of duty, huh?”
“No.” His eyes blazed. “I want you, Veronica. For my mate. Nobody else and certainly not her. Whatever was there was over centuries ago. You’re my present and my future.”
The sweet words were delivered with a hard edge. She swallowed. “Let go of my neck.” She needed to think—away from him.
His hold tightened around her jugular. “No. We’re settling this today. Go back.”
She had no choice but to climb the steps backward, her gaze caught in the dark vortex of his. Before she knew it, she stood at the top. If she could just get the right leverage, she could shove his ass all the way down.
As if reading her thoughts, his lip quirked. “Centuries won’t be enough to tame you,” he rumbled.
“Damn straight—” She yelped as he stepped into her, his massive body backing her down the entire hallway to their bedroom. He could’ve easily picked her up and was still making his point. Her butt hit the door, and he reached around her to twist the knob.
“Inside.” His voice lowered to guttural.
She swallowed and backed into the darkened bedroom. The storm raged outside, hiding the sun and casting a snowy gray glow through the quiet space. “I’ve had about enough—”
His mouth slammed down on hers. The firmness of his kiss was a shock that drove the oxygen from her lungs. There was no gentleness, no softness. Only fire and demand.
She’d seen the predator inside him.
This was the first time she felt it. Her own body responded as if she’d been sleeping her entire life and had just been shocked awake. The rush of energy cut through her with a blade of pain, narrowing the entire world to that second, to his touch, to Jared Reese.
The clarity brought on was too bright, too much, too everything.
She needed more. He’d chosen her, and she’d already done the same thing. Yet this edge to him kept her off balance, and she couldn’t think.
Her whimper rolled up her chest and into his mouth.
He released her lips so she could pant frantically for breath. “You’re gonna make that noise a lot today. Take off your clothes.”
She tried to breathe, tried to fill her lungs. They compressed, pounding in time to the tingles along her skin, zapping her clit. No way could she give in so easily. “Make me.”
This time, he gave her no warning. He flipped her around, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Gladly.” He growled low, holding her in place and plunging his hand into her panties.
Her legs turned to rubber, barely holding her up.
He chuckled against her hair, his heated breath providing even more warning. With ruthless efficiency, he zeroed in on her clit. Sparks flew through her, making her ache.
Fire burned through the tiny nub as he rubbed and circled.
“Oh, God.” She shut her eyes, leaning into him, trusting him to take her weight. His touch became her reality, and she gyrated against his talented fingers.
Smoother than possible, he flipped her around and took her mouth again, his tongue demanding entry, stroking in and out in perfect sync with his fingers on her clit.
She tried to rub against him, to open her legs wider, to get enough friction to
“Fine.” She reached behind her and tugged out the small pistol. One bullet wouldn’t kill him.
He easily snagged the gun and tossed it over his shoulder.
Her mouth gaped open.
He glanced down and pressed a kiss—a very hard kiss—against her lips. Shocks cascaded through her, alighting fire to her every nerve.
“What is this? Vampire foreplay?” she gasped out.
“Yeah.” His thumb tightened right under her jaw, and he lifted up. “Let’s get a couple of things straight right now.”
Even with her chin up, she could glance down at his jeans. “Looks like we already have.”
His lips peeled away from his teeth. “What you saw earlier, what you should’ve interrupted earlier if it had bothered you, was me saying good-bye to Ginny.”
Ronni’s breath caught. “Good-bye. Out of duty, huh?”
“No.” His eyes blazed. “I want you, Veronica. For my mate. Nobody else and certainly not her. Whatever was there was over centuries ago. You’re my present and my future.”
The sweet words were delivered with a hard edge. She swallowed. “Let go of my neck.” She needed to think—away from him.
His hold tightened around her jugular. “No. We’re settling this today. Go back.”
She had no choice but to climb the steps backward, her gaze caught in the dark vortex of his. Before she knew it, she stood at the top. If she could just get the right leverage, she could shove his ass all the way down.
As if reading her thoughts, his lip quirked. “Centuries won’t be enough to tame you,” he rumbled.
“Damn straight—” She yelped as he stepped into her, his massive body backing her down the entire hallway to their bedroom. He could’ve easily picked her up and was still making his point. Her butt hit the door, and he reached around her to twist the knob.
“Inside.” His voice lowered to guttural.
She swallowed and backed into the darkened bedroom. The storm raged outside, hiding the sun and casting a snowy gray glow through the quiet space. “I’ve had about enough—”
His mouth slammed down on hers. The firmness of his kiss was a shock that drove the oxygen from her lungs. There was no gentleness, no softness. Only fire and demand.
She’d seen the predator inside him.
This was the first time she felt it. Her own body responded as if she’d been sleeping her entire life and had just been shocked awake. The rush of energy cut through her with a blade of pain, narrowing the entire world to that second, to his touch, to Jared Reese.
The clarity brought on was too bright, too much, too everything.
She needed more. He’d chosen her, and she’d already done the same thing. Yet this edge to him kept her off balance, and she couldn’t think.
Her whimper rolled up her chest and into his mouth.
He released her lips so she could pant frantically for breath. “You’re gonna make that noise a lot today. Take off your clothes.”
She tried to breathe, tried to fill her lungs. They compressed, pounding in time to the tingles along her skin, zapping her clit. No way could she give in so easily. “Make me.”
This time, he gave her no warning. He flipped her around, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Gladly.” He growled low, holding her in place and plunging his hand into her panties.
Her legs turned to rubber, barely holding her up.
He chuckled against her hair, his heated breath providing even more warning. With ruthless efficiency, he zeroed in on her clit. Sparks flew through her, making her ache.
Fire burned through the tiny nub as he rubbed and circled.
“Oh, God.” She shut her eyes, leaning into him, trusting him to take her weight. His touch became her reality, and she gyrated against his talented fingers.
Smoother than possible, he flipped her around and took her mouth again, his tongue demanding entry, stroking in and out in perfect sync with his fingers on her clit.
She tried to rub against him, to open her legs wider, to get enough friction to
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