Embrace the Power: A Paranormal Romance (The Blood Rose Series Book 9) (25 page)

As he kissed her, his tongue played inside her mouth, at times licking and at others, thrusting. She melted against him, which caused his arms to tighten a little more. Her breasts pushed against his chest as though searching for a way to get closer.

He must have read her mind. “I want your clothes off.”

“Same here.” He released her. But instead of letting him go, she planted her hands on his shoulders then smoothed her palms down his muscled chest. The leather of his Guardsman coat was soft beneath her fingers.

Without giving it much thought she began undressing him. If it crossed her mind that maybe he wanted to take her to his bedroom, she really didn’t care. This time belonged to her, no matter what the future held.

The Guardsman coat was a simple matter. The garment had a heavy hook at the waist which she undid with a quick flip of her fingers. He wasn’t wearing the traditional Guardsman shirt, either, so when she pushed the sleeveless coat over his shoulders, his chest was fully exposed.

He didn’t try to catch the coat, but let it fall to the wood floor behind him.

Though he was breathing hard, he made no move to engage her. He must have understood what she needed. She’d been hungry for a man for so long that she had to take her time right now, had to savor, had to
feel.
She might have been with him as Aralynn and in a wild state after the Wild Boar, but not truly just as Rosamunde.

She ran her hands down his chest and let her fingers trace each of the unique tattoos. Most were designs without words, a lot of swirls that ended in knife-like points. But among these swirls were his thick, muscled pecs and tight nipples.

A growl formed in her throat, something more wolf than fae. But she let it roll as she surrounded his left pec with her mouth and sucked.

She heard him groan and his hands found the front of her vest. “I love that you’re not wearing a bra.”

“Unh,” came out of her throat as she suckled.

Despite that she was sticking to her enjoyment of his pecs, he found a way to work free the few buttons of her vest until it fell open.

He bent over her as she suckled, in order to reach her breasts with his hands. The angle must have been awkward, but he made it work and her hips writhed as he fondled her, turning her nipples into firm beads.

Shivers chased down her neck and shoulders. Her hands kept moving over his corded arms. He had a warrior’s lean physique and every muscle stood out as though a sculptor had personally crafted his body.

When she shifted to take his other nipple in her mouth and used both her hands to shape his pec, his body rolled beneath hers and heavy groans left his throat. He moved slightly to surround her with his arms.

As desire flowed more and more heavily, her knees weakened and she found herself sliding her lips down his body. His riverbed scent had her nostrils flaring, trying to take in as much as she could. She kissed along the ripples of his abdomen until she reached the waistband of his leathers. His hands were in her hair and on her shoulders, then back and forth.

“Sweet Goddess, Rosamunde.”

She worked his zipper carefully, revealing the manliest part of him. Tugging his pants below his hips, she licked a slow line from the base of his cock all the way up.

She took the tip of him in her mouth and sucked. His breathing turned ragged as her lips pulled on his crown.

How her body ached. She needed him inside her yet she loved having him in her mouth. She wanted to keep him there.

But his movements became erratic so that she had to draw away. She leaned back on her knees, looking up at him.

With his boots still on, he pulled his pants back up. He lifted her to her feet then made his way to sit on an ottoman in front of the sofa.

He worked at his boots, but she saw that he was struggling since his gaze was fixed on her breasts. She thought she understood why. As Rosamunde, for whatever reason, her breasts were bigger than Aralynn’s.

She smiled as she levitated in his direction. She dropped once more to her knees then went to his aid and got both his boots off. She would have taken care of his pants but he stood up and got rid of them like he was running on coals.

When he was completely naked, he reached down and caught her arms, pulling her to her feet. She chuckled softly, loving how anxious he was to get close to her. She’d never felt more like a woman than in this moment.

He smiled as well as he dragged her into his arms, slanting a kiss again over her lips once more.

He pummeled her mouth in the best way and only stopped when she grabbed his bottom with both hands and began to explore.

“Sweet Goddess.” He’d said it again, but this time added, “You’re killing me. Every touch sends a thrill straight to my cock.”

When she bit his lip, he drew back and with his mossy-green eyes glittering, said in a deep hoarse voice, “Okay, that’s it. I’ve got to take charge or I swear you’ll vaporize me.”

Without warning, he slid his arm behind her knees and lifted her into the air.

A long breath deserted her body as he swept her in a darting levitation, through the living room and into a short hallway.

The trip to the bedroom was brief then she was flying through the air. She landed on her back on his bed and laughed a little more. It was an extraordinary thing to be handled by such a strong man.

As he drew close and leaned over her, she tried to reach for him, but he put a hand between her breasts to keep her pinned down. “No. It’s my turn. You need to pay for working me up so fast.”

The quirk to his lips melted something inside her heart.

She’d meant it when she’d said she trusted him with her life.

Chapter Ten

Stone went to work on Rosamunde’s clothes and he wasn’t gentle, something she didn’t seem to mind since she kept laughing. He flipped her to one side and worked her arm out of her leather vest, then did the same to the other. Seeing her large breasts, nipples peaked, stopped him for a moment. He wanted his mouth on them right now doing to her what she’d done to him.

He leaned over her and using one hand, shaped her breast into a peak then licked around the outside of her nipple. Her breath came in several odd gasps, which made him smile. He continued licking the tip over and over and when she was cooing and her back kept arching he finally took her nipple in his mouth. He suckled greedily which had her crying out and gripping the back of his neck. When he was sure she couldn’t take much more, he added a vibration to his tongue.

“Sweet Goddess, you could make me come like this.”

He rose up to look down at her. “Good. Now you know exactly how you made me feel.”

Her fairly wild expression softened and she grinned, but tears touched her eyes. “I think you’re amazing.”

He stalled out as he stared back at her, at the admiration shining in her eyes. His heart kept feeling as though it was expanding with every second he spent with her. Was this truly Rosamunde?

He said the only thing that made sense. “I love doing this with you.”

She nodded.

Since she still wasn’t completely undressed, he moved down her body. He worked on her boots next, unzipping them and tugging them off as gently as he could.

“I love your shoulders and arms. Stone, you’re built as hell.”

Her voice had deepened, a sexy sound that made his cock twitch a couple of times. But he stayed focused on his task.

Once he had her boots off, he spent the next couple of minutes tugging her snug leathers down. Her skin looked beautifully pale next to the black leather and as he eased her pants over her hips, a reddish landing strip appeared, making his mouth water.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do next, but he had to get her pants off first. He worked them down her legs and once they lay on the floor, he met her gaze. “My turn.”

She cried out in surprise as he caught her thighs in hand and dragged her quickly to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees on the floor, he spread her thighs and heard her pleasurable moans, very deep and throaty, as he began to kiss down the short length of her groomed pubic hair.

He slid his arms under her legs and when he reached the seam of her clitoris he began to deepen each kiss, adding more pressure and nipping at her. When he licked her, the groan she uttered went on and on so of course he began to lick in earnest. He wanted those sounds to reach a feverish pitch.

Her woodsy, herbal scent hardened him as he continued to lick. Rosamunde smelled and tasted like Aralynn. They really were the same woman.

When he took as much of her in his mouth as he could and began to suck, she cried out and her fingers landed on his head. She caressed him moving her hands down until he could reach her fingers with his lips.

He switched to lick her fingers, then lifted up enough to take one of her hands and press her palm to her sex. He licked the tops of her hands and she began to massage. He held her gaze as her hands went to work. She was gasping and panting.

He licked harder then pushed her hands away. Sliding his arms beneath her thighs, he found her well and drove his tongue inside. Her back arched as she cried out. He held onto her legs and went vampire fast, then added a vibration to his pummeling tongue.

She writhed as she came screaming. Her body jerked in his hands, but he held on and kept up the quick pace of his tongue, until her shouts lessened and her body grew lax.

He glanced down at his cock, weeping at the tip, needing to be inside Rosamunde.

Rosamunde.

He rose up over her, settling his hands on the bed so that he could look at her. She was breathing hard with a soft blush to her cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her throat.

His nostrils quivered as he caught the scent of her blood. It would taste better because she’d come, different, richer and he couldn’t wait.

But just as he began to get serious, she caught his neck and pushed him back a little so that she could look at him. “There’s something I want to do for you.”

A shiver went over his shoulders. “What’s that?”

“I want to be both women for you. Would you like that?”

Another shiver raced down his body and had his erection jumping all over again. His lips parted but no words came out, so he nodded.

Her lips curved. He felt the vibration first then he watched as her features blurred then suddenly Aralynn was beneath him. He groaned. Two women. A fantasy he’d never imagined before.

He’d loved Aralynn first. That’s what went through his head. Her brown eyes glinted with desire as she slung an arm around her neck. He kissed her hard. She grabbed his ass with both hands and with her shifter strength rolled him onto his back.

She didn’t wait. She didn’t ask for permission. Instead, she climbed up on his hips, took his cock in hand and guided him to her well.

Slowly, she eased down on him, her back arching slightly, a wicked smiled on her lips. “Hey,” she said. “You feel damn good, Stone.”

“Aralynn.” The wolf in this woman was much more demanding and in control.

She began riding him, up and down. She settled her hands beside his head and worked her hips. He gripped her bottom wanting to help, but she shoved his hands away. “Let’s keep this slow because I’m going to change back.”

He barely had time to register what she meant when she rose up and he felt the vibration begin.

Staring at Rosamunde, his eyes were drawn naturally to her larger breasts, but there was something more. He loved Aralynn’s take charge attitude, but Rosamunde’s sensuality got to him.

Her lip were parted and her eyes closed. She moved her body in a slow undulation so that she worked his cock. At the same time, her hands glided down her breasts. Pinching her nipples, she moaned softly.

He shivered and his balls tightened. Rosamunde was much more sensual. Yet he loved the qualities of both women.

Aralynn.

Rosamunde.

When she opened her eyes, she slid a finger in her mouth and sucked.
Now if only I could ride you and suck you at the same time.

His eyes rolled back in his head at the image she’d just created for him.

Then another vibration and Aralynn’s more muscular shifter body was on him again, her hips moving fast. She leaned over him and went wolf fast.

His neck arched. “I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t.”

Another vibration and Rosamunde was on him. She had the same power, so her hips never stopped. “I want you to see me as you come.” Her violet eyes turned silver. Sweet Goddess, she was adding a fae thrall and it felt amazing. “Come for me, Stone. Come now and come hard.”

With her sex all but fisting his cock, he began to release. He shouted as each pulse of pleasure barreled through his cock.

But when she began to slow her movements and the last of his semen poured into her body, he could tell she hadn’t come.

He slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her neck. He dragged her down to him and kissed her, plying her mouth with his tongue.

And still he felt the elf-lord power moving through him, a residual amount but enough to make him firm again.

“My turn to take care of you,” he said. “But I want you to stay as Rosamunde now. Okay?”

She nodded.

He didn’t give her time to think. Instead, with a swift levitating trick and a hand on her ass to hold her in place, he flipped her midair so that she landed on her back, his cock still buried inside her.

“Oh. That was fantastic.” He felt her internal muscles glide over him hungrily. He began to drive into her, letting her feel him.

“I’m going to feed from you now.”

He slowed the movement of his hips and began to lick above the vein in her throat.

Her breaths grew ragged. “I want this, Stone. I want it so bad, just as we are right now.”

His fangs descended fully and he tilted his head for the right angle. As soon as he had it, he pathed,
You ready?

I am. Do it. Please.

He struck quickly, retracted his fangs and formed a seal around the wound. This time, her blood in his mouth was like a series of powerful fireworks that flew down his throat. He groaned heavily and put his hips back to work.