Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

but he makes himself believe women
     want him because he feels he’s entitled to them. Sooner or later, he will do harm
     to a woman and that woman will not be you. There was no mistaking the menace in his voice. I am a hunter of evil. Human or Carpathian. It does not matter to me. It is my duty
     to destroy evil where I find it.
    A shiver of fear slithered down her spine. She had known all along that Dax was dangerous,
     she didn’t need Weston to tell her that. He could go from old-world courtly to explosive
     violence in seconds.
    He has sisters.
    Dax bit down right in the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. His body felt
     as hard as a rock, unyielding, his arms strong, surrounding her. Heat rose around
     her, seeping from his body to hers. Pressure coiled tighter and tighter in her most
     feminine core, hunger rising sharp and terrible, an ache only he could assuage.
    If I tell you what goes on in his mind when he’s around his sisters, you would not
     be championing him.
    “I’m fine, Don,” she managed to get out, her voice far too husky. “Thanks for the
     warning, I’ll be very careful. But I do have to pack fast; we need to make the river
     today.”
    The smell of food made her slightly nauseous. The others were finishing up breakfast
     and breaking camp. She really wanted to yell at Weston to leave so she could be alone
     with Dax before the others were ready to go. She needed to be alone with him. She
     bit down hard on her lip. She was a grown woman who had no business acting so wantonly.
    You’re making that up, aren’t you? Surely Dax couldn’t know such a thing about Weston.
    Night fell in soft shades of dove gray, dropping around her like a blanket, but she
     was still out in the open with only a few trees and that thin veil of protection to
     shield her. No one could see what Dax was doing, and so far she had managed to retain
     some semblance of decency, when all she really wanted to do was strip off her clothes
     and impale herself on Dax.
    Dax’s heavy erection burned like a brand along the curve of her buttocks. His hands
     began a slow, deliberate massage of her breasts, fingers tugging and rolling her nipples
     while his mouth blazed fire up and down her neck. She had to stifle a moan of sheer
     pleasure. Sensation swept through her like a tidal wave.
    Believe me, sivamet, I wish that I was. He is a very depraved man. He just hasn’t made the last leap to
     his full potential.
    The moment Weston shuffled off, she allowed her head to loll back on Dax’s shoulder,
     weak with need. Dax’s mouth went back to her neck, teeth scraping along her pulse.
     Her blood surged hotly, every nerve ending screaming for him to bite down. Her breath
     came in ragged gasps of pure need.
    She had no control when it came to Dax. The moment he spoke, or even was near her,
     her body went up in flames and she threw all decorum out the window.
    No one can see. I’m shielding you from their view. Even if they walk over here, they
     will not be able to see you.
    His hands slid down her flat belly to drop to the waistband of her cargo pants. She
     thought to protest, her eyes flying open, looking around her, but his palm cupped
     her mound, his thumb finding that hot little button craving attention.
    You have to stop. I won’t be able to be quiet, she gasped, the tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter. He had barely touched
     her and she was already so close . . .
    The little sounds you make are music to my ears. I need to hear them, he whispered wickedly, his teeth tugging at her earlobe. No one will hear but me.
    He slipped one finger into her slick heat, his thumb stroking and thrumming, playing
     relentlessly, driving her higher and higher so fast she couldn’t catch her breath.
    A keening cry escaped. She felt his burst of satisfaction and a second finger joined
     the first, stretching her. Teeth sank deep into her neck. The flash of pain tightened
     her muscles so they clamped down hard on his fingers. Pain gave way to a flood of
     sensual pleasure so overwhelming she would have fallen had he not been holding her
     up.
    Give me what’s mine.
    The command filled her mind, nothing less than a demand. His mouth on her, drawing
     the essence of her life into him, his fingers claiming her, his hand at her breast,
     tugging on her nipples were all too much. Her body erupted with strong waves, racing
     up to her breasts and down her thighs. She nearly sobbed his name as the ripples