Текст книги "Dark Seduction"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Claude landed a right hook that made his vision blacken. Dmetri shook his head to clear it and threw his own jab. But his body was tiring, slowing down from the knife wound, from all the fighting, and Claude easily dodged it and landed one of his own that had his brain slamming around in his skull.
“You won’t win this, Claude.”
The maniac laughed. “I will. I already have my men storming the Kategans at this very moment. I will kill them, that asshole Brayden who sentenced me, and of course you. Though getting a drink from your woman was only an added bonus.” He licked his lips as if remembering the taste of her blood. Dmetri saw red.
With one last burst of energy, he rammed his shoulder into Claude’s chest, knocking him hard to the ground. His energy depleted faster than a leaking gas tank. Leaping onto Claude took everything out of him. He couldn’t seem to draw in air fast enough, his muscles burned with fatigue. With only one attack left, he bared his fangs and chewed into Claude’s neck. The vamp screamed, his arms struggling to push him away, but Dmetri held tighter, sucking as hard and fast as he could.
Fuck, he tasted Christine’s blood mixed with Claude’s own wretched taste. He wanted to kill this man a hundred times, and even then that might not be enough to satisfy him. Claude continued to hammer blows against his head, trying to dislodge him but Dmetri bit harder, holding fast until his struggles slowed, grew sloppy.
A hand touched his shoulder. Dmetri roared and turned ready to kill, but his jaw fell open.
“Christine?” She was alive. She stood beside him looking incredibly brave...and had the silver dagger in her hand. “Give me the dagger,” he said softly.
She shook her head hard. “I’m going to do it.”
He could barely hear the words for they were strained and hoarse. But then she let out a battle cry—hoarse but beautiful—and dropped to her knees, slamming the dagger into Claude’s heart.
The vampire stilled, eyes darting side to side in one last frantic struggle for life. And then he expelled his last breath of air and his eyes moved no more.
“Dmetri,” she croaked, collapsing against him with a sob.
Relief poured through him, feeling better than an angel’s touch. His heart pounded with a surge of happiness and glee, something he’d never felt before. He wrapped his good arm around her, then grimaced until he got the other around her too. Then he simply held her battered body.
“You did great.”
She choked the sound almost a laugh. “I love you.”
He waited for the panic to come, but he’d be waiting ages for it, because it never came.
Only soul-wrenching happiness and satisfaction. In that moment, he realized something so great that he fumbled to put words to it.
“Christine I...”
Suddenly, everyone poured into the room. Brayden, the Kategans, sentries. Everyone spoke at once as orders were given and carried out. Dmetri pulled Christine into his arms and sat with her against the wall as the dead body of Claude was carried outside.
Vane Kategan approached them, dark shadows lined under his eyes. “You guys okay?” Dmetri held Christine’s trembling form and nodded. “We’re fine now. You?” Vane ground his jaw side to side, his eyes raw with pain. “Everyone was attacked, but we managed to take care of it. No one died. But them,” he said darkly.
Dmetri nodded. As people talked and moved around them, he let his eyes close and simply held his woman. It felt so right—better than anything ever had, and he knew he could never let it go.
Chapter 24
Dmetri found her curled up on the settee in the library. She stared out at the bright sky without a book in her lap, content to watch the clouds drift by. Dmetri cursed and marched to her. She sent him a wicked smile.
“You haven’t given me an answer yet.”
She feigned shock for a moment, then stood and darted down the library stairs on light feet. “Oh really? Hmm, that is unusual.”
He followed after her on hard steps. “Dammit, Christine, you’ll give me my answer—the one I want—once and for all. I’m tired of these games.” She stopped walking to put her hands on her hips, cocked her hip out to the side. The damned woman knew exactly what she was doing because his eyes strayed to those sexy hips like a magnet. He swallowed hard over the dry lump in his throat.
“I deserve an answer.”
This time she laughed, the sound throaty and finally back to normal after the damage Claude caused. She turned around to give him a wink then sauntered away.
“I don’t know, millaya moya. I think you deserve to suffer a bit more. After all, you did get some of what you wanted didn’t you? I’m here in this fabulous house with you. With more space than I know what to do with.”
She tried to slip out the library door but he caught her arm and spun her back up against it. Impatience had him burying his lips at her neck, sucking on the soft sweet skin. He palmed her ass over her damn frayed shorts, then ruthlessly tugged them to the ground.
She made a sound of denial and pushed at his shoulders, but ruined the effect by laughing. “Dmetri, not here,” she whispered.
His hands molded her soft ass then lifted her against the door. “Fuck, I need more hands.” That made her laugh even harder as their lips met in a hungry kiss. Dmetri tried to touch her everywhere, had to feel the soft sun-kissed skin against his fingertips. He found her breasts then yanked her bra away to pull her nipple into his mouth. She might laugh, but he was dead serious—he needed more hands.
Using one hand to hold her up, he clumsily jerked his pants down with the other, and then he positioned himself between her sweet thighs and thrust deep. She took him, soft, wet, and so fucking hot like a perfect cocoon, gripping and clenching as she bordered close to release.
“Give me what I want now,” he said and sunk his fangs into her neck, hips working between her lithe thighs.
She moaned incoherently, blabbering words that didn’t make sense in any language. And he knew several. Her sweet honeyed blood filled him, pushing them both.
“Oh Dmetri, but I still don’t know,” she said sweetly as her hands bunched around his shoulders to hold him close; her sweet little hips rocking against his, seeking, pumping.
He pulled away from her neck with a growl and stared her hard in the eyes, only inches away. She had no room to escape now as he thrust again and again inside her, filling then withdrawing, filling and withdrawing.
“I love you,” he said.
She sucked in a breath, her entire body stilling. Her brow furrowed in confusion or maybe shock and then a brilliant smile lit up her face, brighter than the sun.
She rained kisses over his face before he finally caught her lips with his own. His hands massaged her sweet ass, clenching and releasing as he drilled into her, his seed boiling hot and fast inside him.
“Say it again.”
“I love you. Ya tebya leblue.”
He landed deep inside her and she cried out, tightening around him in little shivers. “I love you too. I love you so much.”
She started to climax, her body flushing, breathing erratic. “Say it,” he growled. Her sex clenched tight around his shaft and he was gone.
Groaning, cursing, he held her close, pumping his shaft into her sweet depths. She screamed his name as pleasure consumed her for long sensuous moments, and he was right there with her. He couldn’t have stopped it if he wanted to. His cock thickened inside her, then the sweet, almost painful, pleasure seared down his spine and out the tip of him. He slammed deep, shouting, as hot seed filled and filled her.
The pleasure lasted forever until his legs shook with the effort to hold them both up. He rested his cheek against hers and struggled to catch his breath.
“Yes.”
The sound was almost so quiet he didn’t hear it over his ragged breathing. He’d been waiting for the answer for weeks and damn if his ears didn’t latch onto the sound.
He jerked back to see the truth in her eyes. “Yes?”
She smiled wide, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck, pulling his lips close to nibble. “Yes,” she said, biting his bottom lip. “I’ll mate with you.” She nibbled the top lip, but didn’t get any further because he captured her lips as utter joy coursed through his body.
Great moments came and went in his life, but this one, was the greatest. He kissed his future mate’s lips and realized this was much, much better than a belt.
About the Author
T. A. Grey lives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart-pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has two wild cats that never leave her alone and a loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, listening to old music, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she now spends her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. You can learn more about her books at www.tagrey.com.
