Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm

her mouth, stretching it in the same way he stretched her feminine sheath.
     He was hotter than a volcano. Her tongue curled around him again and again, lashed
     and danced and then her mouth sucked wildly, drawing the spicy nectar out of him.
    The sounds he made, low and feral, only added to the wild need rising in her like
     a dark storm. She was desperate for him, desperate to feel him inside her mouth, her
     mind, her body. She wanted his mouth on her, feeding from her veins, taking the very
     essence of her life. She wanted to be his substance, his air, his everything.
    His hips jerked. His hands did the same, tugging at her scalp. A low, dark moan escaped
     his throat. A growl rumbled deep in his chest. His breath sounded ragged and harsh.
     Riley lifted her lashes again, to watch his face as she pulled slowly off of him,
     licked around the flared head and then gradually, tightly swallowed him again. The
     flames in his eyes had gone red-hot, nearly consuming his entire eye surface in a
     haze of lust.
    “O köd belso,” he uttered between clenched teeth. His voice was harsh. Demanding. Darkness take it.
    She laughed softly around the mouthful of a very hot spike. More like humming than
     a laugh, the vibration moving through him as she slid her mouth tightly up and down,
     his hands rough in her hair. Is that a Carpathian curse? Are you cursing at me?
    There was such power in bringing him to the edge of control. Joy burst through her.
     She loved having him at her mercy. He was driving her just as crazy, her body so aroused
     she could feel the wet evidence of her desire on her thighs. Fill me. She whispered the urgent need into his mind. I need you inside of me. Hard. Fast. Rough. I want to be yours.
    You are mine. He made it a declaration as he thrust deep one last time, feeling the heat of her
     silken mouth wrap him in glory. Using the fist bunched in her hair, he jerked her
     head back, forcing her to break the exquisite, tight suction.
    He didn’t wait. Couldn’t wait, as desperate for her as she was for him. He pushed
     her back on the platform, so that she sprawled out, panting, her breasts rising and
     falling with her agitated breathing. She brought up her knees, planting her feet a
     good distance apart, lifting her hips in invitation.
    “Hurry, Dax. Hurry.”
    He dropped over top of her, slamming his cock deep so that she screamed, arching her
     back and pressing harder into him. He thrust hard and fast, burying himself deep while
     her hot sheath suckled and gripped, the friction building their release fast. Too
     fast. He wanted this to last forever, but already he could feel her tightening, clamping
     down on him, the hot wash of her body, and the strong waves rippling through her,
     taking him with her. He surged forward again and again, slamming deep as her body
     locked down on his, squeezing and milking, demanding his hot release. His hoarse shout
     joined hers, and he collapsed over her, fighting for breath.
    He wrapped his arms around her and rolled, taking her weight, loving how she sprawled
     over him like melted lava. “I think I left a little gold dust in your hair.”
    Her laughter was muffled. She didn’t lift her head. “Everyone will think I have body
     glitter on. Those scales of yours are beautiful, but they do leave evidence behind.”
     She yawned lazily. “It might come in handy if you ever decide to stray.”
    “Carpathians don’t stray,” he said, and bit her earlobe. He rubbed her enticing butt.
     “Sit up, we need to talk. We’re racing the sun.”
    She yawned again. “I see how you are. Get what you can from a woman and then insist
     on talking .” She rolled off of him reluctantly and watched him rise in his fluid, easy way.
    “I want to talk to you about what will happen when I convert you,” he said. “It’s
     important for you to know. I looked into Gary’s mind to find answers to why you, a
     human, would be my lifemate. In my time, there was no such thing. No one ever conceived
     of such a thing. The few times anyone tried to save the life of a human by converting
     them, it was disastrous.”
    Riley sat up slowly, pushing her hands through her cascading hair. The action lifted
     her breasts and made him hungry for her all over again. “That might be pertinent.
     What kind of disaster happened?”
    He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over the sweet slope of her creamy breast. “I
     think you’re going to have to put clothes on if we’re