Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

in that hot, sexy voice, even the way he looked at her, made her weak,
     left her body damp and throbbing. She was more than willing to give herself to him
     in any way that he wanted.
    “Te avio päläfertiilam,” he whispered softly in his own language. His hand found the scrunchy in her hair and
     pulled it free from the end of her long braid. “You are my lifemate.” His fingers
     tugged at the weave until her hair cascaded to her waist in a long flowing waterfall
     of blue-black silk.
    The timbre of his voice changed as he spoke in the ancient language. The words sounded
     like a command, the deep masculine voice coming from somewhere inside of him. As he
     spoke everything in her responded, a flight-or-fight instinct, yet at the same time,
     her inner muscles clenched tightly, a spasm of sensuous pleasure she couldn’t prevent.
    He bunched her hair in one fist, pulling her head back as his mouth came down on hers,
     demanding entrance. He swallowed her soft gasp as she stroked her tongue along his
     a little tentatively. He pulled her closer, his other hand shaping her body, smoothing
     down her back to the curve of her buttocks, his palm sliding over her rounded cheek
     to press her even closer as he pushed his heavy erection against her. A small keening
     moan escaped her throat.
    A part of her was still terrified of what she was doing, especially when she could
     feel his lengthened teeth with her tongue, or scraping along her skin ever so gently.
     She knew he was using restraint, going slow for her, but her body was raging at her,
     desperate for his possession.
    Dax feathered kisses from the corner of her mouth, across her jaw to her chin. His
     teeth nipped at the small dent there. “Éntölam kuulua, avio päläfertiilam.” He said the words against her chin, his voice deep and commanding. “I claim you as
     my lifemate,” he translated as his hands slipped around to unlatch her bra. He drew
     the lace from her body and tossed it aside. His heated gaze dropped to her exposed
     breasts, his breath catching in his lungs.
    Standing in front of him, half naked, with the way he was looking at her, made Riley
     feel both wanton and sexy. She reached up and traced the lines in his face, the shape
     of his jaw and his contoured lips.
    “You truly are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” she admitted.
    He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing her nipples before he dipped
     his head and ran a trail of fire from her chin down her throat to the tips of her
     breasts. His mouth was hotly erotic, tugging and pulling, his tongue stroking, teeth
     scraping gently. Just when she thought her legs would give out, he feathered kisses
     down her ribs to her flat stomach.
    “Ted kuuluak, kacad, kojed.” His tongue swirled around her belly button and then dipped inside her. Those crimson-flamed
     eyes looked up at her as he translated. “I belong to you.”
    Her heart stuttered at his declaration. The idea of Dax belonging to her was an incredible
     rush. She brushed her fingers through his closely cropped hair. She loved how his
     thick hair stood in spikes, yet felt as soft as down.
    Dax went to his knees, hands at the waistband of her cargo pants, undoing the button
     while his smoldering gaze held hers captive. She couldn’t breathe again, the sight
     of him kneeling in front of her, looking at her as if he was going to devour her any
     minute sent her body into a melting pool of feminine arousal. With almost languid
     movements, he unzipped the pants and slipped his hands inside, hooking his thumbs
     in the waistband to slowly slide them from her body. He took her lacy lavender panties
     right along with the cargo pants, leaving her body fully exposed and vulnerable to
     him.
    Where had her boots gone? The thought was fleeting. She knew she had them on, but
     suddenly her feet were bare and she was naked. His teeth sent little stinging caresses
     from her navel to her hip where his tongue found an intriguing indentation and remained
     there for a few moments, indulging his whims and driving out any questions she might
     have had. Who could possibly think while he was kissing and licking her belly and
     hip bones, his hands kneading and massaging her buttocks?
    “ Élidamet andam. I offer my life for you.”
    His hands went to her legs, pushing them apart, and he ran his tongue up the inside
     of her left thigh, while that soft, spiked hair brushed up her right.
    She was not going to