Carpathian 22 - Dark Predator

completely alone to being completely filled by a woman? A human woman at that?
    More laughter spilled brightness through him. A lunatic of a woman.
    My lunatic, he agreed, finding himself smiling.
    She had changed the world. Brought him to life. Brought the world around him to life. He couldn’t resist teasing her. You do know that hummingbirds fight all the time. They are vicious little creatures.
    Perhaps that’s why I have such an affinity for you.
    He laughed out loud. The sound startled him—pleased him. He had heard the word fun , but didn’t really understand the concept until that very minute. Sharing with Marguarita was fun.
    Are you cold? Had he detected a little shiver?
    You’re keeping me very warm, thank you. I’m just excited. It’s so beautiful, Zacarias. I’ve seen macaws, but not so many poking their heads out of the hollows in the trees.
    Everywhere she looked, curious heads in pairs looked up at her from hollowed-out holes in the trees where they roosted.
    A normal flock of macaws, depending on the species, runs around thirty or so. They all hang out in the morning together. The wingspans are a good three feet, nothing like the harpy eagle, but when they all take to the air, it is a sight unlike any other. In a few moments you’ll witness their flight.
    He felt her excitement, flowing through her, flowing through him. She had awoken him after centuries of darkness. A part of him would always worry just what she’d managed to awaken. His feelings for her were too intense and too mixed to take out and examine.
    Then don’t. Let it be, Zacarias. This early morning in the rain forest is glorious. The moon spilling her light over us, the macaws waking and spreading their wings, all blues and golds and scarlet. It’s amazing and you’ve given this to me. I love it.
    He looked down at the riot of color, all the shimmering feathers as the macaws slowly stretched and preened, getting ready for their early morning meeting as the moon descended and the sun rose.
    How did you get to be so wise?
    Women are very wise, Zacarias. You should listen to them more often.
    He gave a derisive snort and felt her laughter pour into his mind. She flooded him with happiness. She tightened her fingers around his wrist, her body vibrating with excitement as the birds fluttered wings and, almost as one body, took to the air. Beams of light spilled through the trees, hitting the vibrant colors on the shimmering, iridescent feathers. The colors nearly blinded him, so vivid and intense, making him a little dizzy. He had seen the sight before, but not in living color. Not like this. And not with her.
    Marguarita. He breathed her name, a soft whisper on the wind, carrying through the rain forest to the macaws.
    The large birds wheeled in the air, a graceful display of living fireworks, a spectacular demonstration of nature at her most beautiful.
    Zacarias could barely breathe with the emotions rising like a tidal wave. For her. For Marguarita. He had brought her to this special place to share this very moment. A gift for her, yet in the end, the gift had been from her. The colors. The intensity. The sheer feeling.
    I need to be inside of you. Right now. Like this.
    In the air, in the rain forest, out in the open where he belonged—just at that moment where night turned into day and his heart beat in both places.
    Now I know why you forgot my underwear.
    She stroked him with love, deep inside his mind, soft caresses that burned through skin and bone, branded him somewhere he thought long gone. She broke him open and poured herself inside of him, filling him up with her light.
    She turned, there in his arms, and he stripped them both of clothes, so that it was her skin sliding against his, all warm and soft and lush, her body already ripe for him. He bent his head to find her mouth while she wound one leg around his waist, pressing her inviting entrance tight against him. She tasted of innocence and sin. He bunched her hair in his hand and pulled her head back so he could kiss her again and again, his tongue exploring all that sexy heat.
    Her hips rocked invitingly against his. He marveled that she didn’t hesitate, didn’t deny him anything, not even when she was poised thirty feet in the air with a carpet of macaws spread below them and the branches around them filling with monkeys. She kissed him back, seemingly oblivious to anything but him. Trusting him, giving herself to him without reservation.
    He had to let