Took her as if he was waiting for her to get off so he could leave. Nuh uh. She wasn’t having any more of that.

“Take off your shirt,” she said thickly. His eyes lifted to hers, shockingly hot and alert.

“No.”

She would never get used to this sensation, the in out, push and pull dragging along her walls. It was amazing.

“I want it off.” If possible he leaned further back from her so that he was just standing there giving her his cock and nothing else. She glared at him. She wanted more and she was going to get it.

Reaching up quickly, she grabbed his shirt in her fists, and with a strength she didn’t know she had, tore it from his body. The t-shirt hung limply from his arms.

With a growl unlike she’d ever heard, he tore the shirt off viciously, forced her thighs wide, and pounded into her hard. Her release came swift, hard, and perfect. She screamed as hot waves engulfed her like a tornado, spinning around her in a halo of erotic pleasure. It left her gently, leaving her panting, and arching for another one.

“More.” She wasn’t sure if she even said it or if she just mouthed the words. But he must have heard her because suddenly his mouth was at her breast, licking her hard nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Wet sucking sensations burned through her, tightening her skin, gushing cream from inside her, and preparing her for another release.

Her hands fell into his hair, found the tight knot that held his hair back so severely. She yearned to pull it out, spread his hair out and feel the tresses, but she settled for gripping his shoulders. The first touch was amazing—hard flexing muscles that moved with each thrust inside her. The second was shocking. She moved her hand lower, towards his back and touched something odd. He lifted from her with a roar.

Anger mixed with pleasure masked his face, making his eyes burn, his cheeks darken

with color. He grabbed the underside of her knees and spread her legs up and out. Then he was really taking her, with his pants still on, the zipper brushing against her skin as he pounded into her with a fierceness that had her crying out.

He will finish inside me, finally. She had to know what it would feel like. Would she feel him gush? Would it shoot and hit inside her or would it just mix with her own cream? Or would he pull out of her and make her drink his seed? Hot pressure pulled in her core at the thoughts, sending her spiraling closer to that peak. Or would he pull out and spill onto her body, shooting white semen onto her pussy, her stomach, her breasts and mark her as his?

The thought mark triggered something inside her. Pulling her head to the side, she parted her hair and said, “Drink from me, Tyrian.” His thrusts stopped instantly. Sweat beaded from his temples, he stayed there, buried to the hilt as he eyed her pulse beating at her neck.

“No.” The gruff sound of his voice was like music to her ears. She almost smiled.

“Yes,” she insisted and arched towards him. “As a gift. A thank you for pleasing me.”

Pure luck made her think that if she offered it as a gift that the honorable commander would be tempted to take it. “Tyrian, please,” she added, desperate to feel him moving inside her. She was so close.

Whatever she was expecting, he surprised the hell out of her. He gripped her chin in a gentle touch and turned her head to the side. She shivered hard. She hadn’t thought he would.

A raspy tongue slid up the length of her neck, and then there were two sharp points pressing into her skin. Then he bit through all the way. There was stinging pain that fluttered away like the wind, and then his mouth was sucking at her. His hips pulled back the barest of inches and hammered in hard.

He took her like that, building intense, consuming pleasure inside her. A sound,

somewhere between a growl and purr came from deep in his throat, vibrated along her skin. The sucking pulls intoxicated her, drugging her. Her hands flung wildly about as her orgasm neared with intense purpose. She grabbed onto his back, digging her fingers in for something to hold on to. She felt an unusual roughness of his skin there, but ignored it as crushing waves came rolling over her.

She screamed her release as clenching, seizing rolls of pleasure tore through her, shot from her pores. He tore back from her throat, drops of red slashed across his bottom lip and chin.

He started to pull away and she quickly tightened her legs around his hips.

“Come for me, Tyrian,” she begged. She thrust her hips up and down his shaft, working his hard cock even as the last tremors of her orgasm dissipated. “I want to know what it feels like.” It was an admission she hadn’t prepared to make. It simply spilled out in the haze of the moment, but his eyes snapped to hers. The heat in his gaze was impossible. How could one man hold so much heat inside? So much passion that never went unleashed.

He leaned down on his elbows then and kissed her. Her heart raced as an altogether new feeling rushed through her. He thrust his raspy tongue between her lips and took her mouth like he was doing below, thick and fast. She moaned at his taste and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Eyes frantic, he pulled back suddenly. The growling sound vibrated from him again, and then buried his face in her neck, pushing deep and shook.

His hands curled into a bruising grip at her hips. And now she finally knew what it felt like. She felt the burning hot streams shooting inside her. His cock thickened, filled her so full. It made her hips jerk, her breath catch, and her body want to do it all over again.

As soon as it was over, he slid out of her and came to a stand. Lazily she watched him turn to the side and put his softening cock back into his pants. A silly smile spread across her face. She did it! Her sisters, well Lily at least, would be proud of her grand accomplishment. She just bedded the master of ice, and he was not cold at all.

He bent down and she caught a glimpse of his back. Gasping, she came up behind him.

“What is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He stiffened like dried wood as she ran her fingertips over the marking on his back. The marking spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and reached down covering most of his back.

Taking a step back she realized it was a bird of some kind, a raven or eagle with its head turned to the side. It wasn’t a tattoo but it was in some way. They were etchings in his skin like little scars that made up a fascinating pattern of cuts in the shape of a bird with its majestic head swung to the side. She ran her fingers over the pattern, loving the way the cuts tickled her fingertips. She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

“That’s enough,” he said and turned so she couldn’t see his back anymore. The cold

voice was back and in full force. He balled the shirt he’d picked up in a fist.

“What is that? Some kind of tattoo?”

He looked at her with eyes that cut. “That is none of your concern.” He stalked to the door and was out again before she could think of something to say.

Naked and shivering, Chloe sat on the edge of the bed wrestling with the heavy weight in her heart. She suddenly wanted to throw something against the wall where his head had been.

What was so wrong with her wanting to know? Why was it so flipping terrible that she was curious about him?

Sighing heavily, she laid back against the bed with only one thing she knew for certain.

Her heart was really starting to like this vampire.

Willow pumped her arms faster, the muscles tightened and pulsed creating a burst of red-hot pain in her biceps. Her legs burned from her calves to her gluts from the exertion, but she gritted her teeth and kept running.