Welcome to THE DARKENING Sensual Excerpt. THE DARKENING continues the Guardians of Ascension saga and follows BRINK OF ETERNITY which can be found in VAMPIRE COLLECTION. THE DARKENING is Book 8 of the Guardians of Ascension series and precedes AWAKENING.
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THE DARKENING Sensual Excerpt, from Chapters 4 and 5:
Samuel met her gaze, one elbow on the counter, the kitchen lights soft on his features. “Thank you. I haven’t had such a nice, home-cooked meal in a long time.”
Vela looked into his smoky gray eyes, and in a slow wave, what had begun at the workout center moved through her catching up her breath then letting it fall. His pupils dilated and his lips parted. His scent, almost absent while he ate, now flooded the space between them.
She could feel his thoughts like a caress on her skin. Her gaze drifted to his throat and her earlier desire returned. She trembled.
“How long has it been since you’ve taken the vein?” his deep voice had grown deeper, a sound that reached inside her chest and squeezed the air from her lungs.
Five years. “Too long.” She felt paralyzed, though. She wanted to do this with him, but she was frightened of feeling too much for a man whose occupation terrified her.
“We don’t have to do this,” he said softly, but his entire body had tensed up.
Her gaze shifted to his face, his eyes, the tight line of his lips. He swiveled away from her, facing the counter. “Fuck. I understand if you don’t want to do this. I get it.”
But his scent worked over every inch of her body so that something very low in her abdomen began to vibrate strangely, from front to back, a soft humming sensation she could almost hear. Need crawled through her, need for him, for sex, and for his blood. She put her hand at the small of her back and rubbed.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I feel achy right here.” She rubbed the muscles near her tail bone.
He whipped toward her and planted his hand in the same location. “Let me do that for you.”
She caught sight of the concern on his face. He thought she was hurting. Maybe more than even his beautiful scent, or how built he was, that small expression of concern did her in.
His hand low on her back, rubbing her, also had a sudden effect as her spine arched and her body bloomed like never before.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
She ached across her pelvis, deep into her well.
He massaged her. “Is that better?”
“Better?” She didn’t understand the question. It felt wonderful. “Oh, my God. What is that? Don’t stop. I feel– Oh.” And just like that, as though it had been building for hours, an intense orgasm ripped through her so that she called out a long, lusty cry, holding onto the counter for support as he kept pressing his hand rhythmically into her lower back.
When the sensation passed, she grew very still, staring up at the ceiling, her body flooded with the most beautiful sensation. That same vibration lingered, teasing her, so that she knew it would take very little to do that all over again.
“You can stop now,” she murmured.
He drew his hand back frowning at her. “What’s wrong? What the hell just happened? Are you all right? Jesus, Vela. Tell me you’re all right.”
She remained seated for a long, long moment, trying to figure out exactly how to say to Samuel, who she’d met only a few hours ago, that just by rubbing her back, he’d brought her.
She turned toward him and slipped off the stool to stand close to him, but all she could do was blink.
“Vela, what the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I just..that is, you…I mean–” She couldn’t get the words out.
He thumbed her lips and slid his arm around her waist. “I think I get it because your fragrance smells just a little different, deeper, richer. “You just came, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I don’t know how. This has never happened before, not like that.” She drew back, but only far enough to take both his hands and start moving backward in the direction of the guest suite. “Come with me.”
“Vela, are you sure?”
“I don’t know what this is between us, but yeah, we’re doing this. All I know is that I need you inside me and I want your blood and I want both now.”
Samuel’s biceps flexed and his lower jaw trembled. His mouth flooded with saliva at the thought of taking Vela’s blood. Would it taste like the soft floral fragrance that enveloped him, sweetened by her recent orgasm; woman and flowers and sex? He needed to know.
Whatever rational ability he possessed dropped deep into the ocean of all this sensation. He was hard for her and ready to do whatever she needed him to do and he could feel her need like fire against his skin.
He wanted his hands on her, his mouth, his cock pushing into her.
When he reached the bedroom, he shoved the door shut with his foot just in case Merl returned early.
“You ready for me, warrior?” Her eyelids were low, her breathing ragged. She reached up and took her hair out of the clip, letting her mane of wild hair flow over her shoulders.
She touched her blouse, folding it away to reveal a sheer bra. Her nipples had formed hard beads and he wanted a taste.
He crossed to her, sliding one arm around her back, then dipping low to suck her left breast through the fabric. She moaned and shed her scent. He played with her damp wing-locks, running his fingers over several of them until she writhed against him as he sucked.
Her hands dipped into his hair, pulling it from the leather straps he used to tie them back. She dove her fingers into the mass and tugged at the back of his neck. Her breast flexed as he sucked.
“Samuel, I’m so close again. My God, what you do to me.”
He drew back and said, “I want to try something with you.”
He groaned. “You’ll need to be completely undressed.”
She nodded and with a thought, removed the rest of her clothes. He grew very still as his gaze drifted down her body, resting on her full breasts, her navel, her bare lower lips.
For a moment, he couldn’t think, couldn’t remember what he’d had in mind. He nodded a couple of times, more to clear his head than anything else. Then he remembered and hissed softly.
“Now lie back on the bed.”
She stretched out and with her body prone she became a banquet for him. He leaned over her, off to the side of her legs, because for what he had in mind he needed both his hands free. He started to rub her lower abdomen, back and forth with one hand. “How does this feel?”
Her lips parted. “Oh,” came out in a long, soft moan, then, “Good.”
He massaged lightly back and forth over her pelvis.
“Are you feeling something similar, like at the island?”
“Yes, like a vibration, a humming.”
He massaged deeper.
Her body arched. “Oh, that’s heaven.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like waves of pleasure, wherever your hand moves.”
“Pull your knees up.”
She obeyed and with his free hand he stroked the inside of her leg, pushing toward her groin. Her right thigh rested against his body. At the same time, he continued to rub her abdomen, watching her stomach muscles flex and relax over and over, as her hips begin to rock.
He moved his right hand further down her thigh, then rippled the back of his fingers over her lower lips. She whimpered. He did this several times, watching her face and her abdomen. She was very wet.
Using two fingers, he slid inside. She arched her back and cried out. Slowly, he moved his fingers in and out. He wanted to bring her like this, to watch her come.
He kept massaging her abdomen on the outside as he thrust his fingers inside. Her hips pushed back, her neck arched, and she cried out. He drove his fingers faster. Her cries sharpened and fell from her lips one after the other until he could feel her internal muscles pulsing with ecstasy as she came.
She was so beautiful, her moans, her mouth open, her hands gripping the comforter, her hips pushing against his hand, reaching for that last bit of pleasure.
When at last she settled down, breathing hard, she turned to look at him. “That was wonderful. Amazing. Your touch is almost magical.” The words were hushed, then she sighed deeply.
He rose up, easing back. He continued to rub the inside of her thigh, the opposite leg now slack.
“Your turn,” she said, a sated smile on her lips. “But I think you should lose the clothes.”
He moved to stand between her legs, still spread for him so that his view was exactly what he wanted. He loved a woman’s body, that her sex was a secret place to seek, find, and explore.
As he grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, she lifted up on her elbows to watch, so he stripped slowly. He was built, a happy effect of his warrior job and of working out. He gave her the show she wanted, removing his shirt slowly and at the same time flexing various muscles and watching her gaze rove his shoulders, his pecs, his biceps.
He put his hand on his abs and flexed, then let his fingers glide slowly down his stomach. Her gaze followed. She’d already felt his arousal more than once, but she hadn’t actually seen him.
He wanted her to have a good look, to see what would soon be inside her while he pierced her neck and took from her. He lowered his jeans, his cock jutting at a strong angle.
To his surprise, she moved, and was off the bed, before he had a chance to think or to react. She fell on her knees on the floor in front of him, her hands on his hips as her mouth surrounded his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered into the cool air of the room, her warm mouth a fire around him.
Oh, God, she sucked, deep pulls, bringing him as far into her mouth as she could get. She dipped her fingers below and teased his testicles.
Her head bobbed as she set a rhythm, but it felt too damn good. He waited though, lasting as long as he could while watching the mass of her blond hair move up and down.
But it was too much.
He pulled back. “I could come so easily like this, but I want more from you right now.”
She looked up at him, holding her mouth in a beautiful round shape. She nodded. “Samuel, there’s something I want from you, in this position first.”
He frowned, not understanding. “What?”
“I want your vein like this, while I’m on my knees. Or would it be too much?”
Her words stunned him, that she would want to take him low like this.
Would it be too much? Maybe. But he didn’t care. He loved that she wanted to drink from him at his groin and something inside his heart began to open and lean toward her. She was so free with her body, enjoying him. He’d never allowed anyone to get this close before, not in his long century of ascended life. Never.
He looked down at his cock, twitching with need. “I think it’ll be okay.”
She leaned forward, kissed his groin and began swiping her tongue over his skin in long sweeps, a signal for the vein to rise.
He trembled. He wanted to feel her fangs. “Take your fill, Vela.” His most primal nature needed more than anything for his woman to have what she needed.
With one hand she held onto his hip and with her other, she rounded his body and gripped his ass.
Her head bobbed as she licked his skin, coaxing his vein to rise for her. He could feel the swelling a vampire could create, the vein rising, pushing upward, seeking the sharp points of a fang.
His cock responded, loving the attention. He had hard-on-hard right now.
Show me your fangs, he sent.
She tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. She parted her lips and there they were, two sharp elegant points, needle thin.
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice deep.
She turned, angled her head, and struck to the exact right depth. He shouted at the jab, followed by the sucking of her mouth, taking deep pulls from his life-blood.
He put a hand on her head and grunted his pleasure, as much from the sight of her sucking his vein low as from the knowledge that he gave her something every vampire needed.
She moaned softly, her fingers digging into his skin. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back and he could feel the wounds closing up.
She arched her neck upward so that he could see her face. Her eyes were closed, a blush on her cheeks, her lips red. His groin felt wounded and well-used and he loved it.
“I feel stronger,” she said.
“You look beautiful.”
She rose to her feet. “I know what I want, but I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”
He kissed her. “I’ll give you anything right now, anything you ask.”
“When I was at the counter earlier, your pressure on the small of my back, your touch, brought me. I want you to take me from behind and use your hand again, just like that.”
He shuddered because the thought of taking her in that position lit him up.
She smiled and kissed him. “I take it the idea appeals.”
“Hell, yeah, it does.”
She slipped from his arms and bent over, not to get into position but to pull the covers back.
But the sight of her like that gave Samuel a different idea. He stepped close to her, almost unable to control himself. “Let me try something first. Bend over, but keep your feet on the floor. I mean, if that’s okay?”
“Hey, anything you want, I’m game.”
Okay, he took a couple of breaths as she stretched out on the bed, her legs over the side, her ass rounded, firm, gorgeous. She pulled her hair over one shoulder so that he had perfect view of her damp wing-locks.
“I need to taste you,” he murmured.
She groaned softly.
He adjusted her legs spreading her feet apart then dropped to his knees and dipped low, swiping his tongue over her swollen flesh. He thrust his tongue deep. She whimpered.
You taste as I thought you would, like the sweetest flower. I could eat you like this forever. He set about proving himself as he dipped inside repeatedly.
He could tell she was almost ready to come again, so he quickened his tongue-thrusts and as she’d asked, he massaged her lower back with his right hand.
She groaned first, a heavy, muffled sound against the comforter. Her hips writhed, then suddenly she arched her back and screamed. He continued the brisk plunging and the massaging until the orgasm rolled through her completely and her body began to loosen. Only then, when he was sure the last of the ecstasy had drifted away, did he stop.
A warrior could get used to this. He never took women to his home, his bed. But somehow the thought of Vela being there one day made his heart swell again. Was this the breh-hedden or was he really starting to feel something for this woman, something surprising?
She lifted herself up on her elbows and while looking back at him, she tugged her hair farther to the side, exposing her throat. “How about we go the distance and you tap my vein?”
He might have grunted something in response or growled, he wasn’t sure. Maybe a combination of both.
He positioned himself behind her and holding his cock got the right fit then he began to push. She moaned with each thrust of his hips.
“Heaven,” she said.
“You feel like heaven.” He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her pulling on him as her hips pushed back with each thrust.
Her winglocks released fluids so that more of her scent reached him, that sweet, almost familiar floral scent that he couldn’t quite place. He leaned over her and gently sucked on one of her wing-locks, which were extremely sensitive. A long low moan left her throat.
“Samuel, you’re killing me.”
“Ride it, Vela. Ride it hard.” He sucked some more.
She panted several times then her voice rose in pitch until she was crying out once more, pleasure peaking, as he sucked her wing-lock and kept his cock hitting her just right, stroke after stroke.
But the flavor of her winglock moisture triggered something deep inside, something primal. He shifted so that he could reach the side of her neck. He licked her throat and punched his cock into her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, yes.”
He licked over and over until her vein rose. He paused in his thrusts only long enough to bite hard once, retract and suck, then put his hips back to work.
Vela was strong and held her position beautifully. Taking her blood down his throat built a new fire in his body, giving him stamina. He punched into her now, as he sucked, and each thrust sent a cry from her throat.
“Oh, God, Samuel,” she cried out.
He sped up but finally released her throat. He held onto her hips and slammed into her. He felt her tighten and his orgasm arrived, a blinding pinnacle of white light and erotic pleasure, lightning streaking through his cock, flying up through his body, until the room spun. He shouted as he thrust, matching her cries that filled the room.
Then something happened and he could feel himself reloading. What the fuck?
“I’m going to come again,” rushed out of his mouth.
“Good. I’m ready. I don’t know what this is, but it’s amazing. I think it was taking your blood.”
She was so tight. He pummeled her once more and felt her release just as he came again, ecstasy carrying him along, doubling at the sounds of her cries and moans until at last she collapsed forward and he landed on top of her, spent.
He breathed hard hoping to hell his weight didn’t crush her.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered. “That was unbelievable. If this is the breh-hedden, please give me more.”
He’d been thinking the same thing. He’d never come twice like that but her blood had changed him, made him stronger.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He kissed her cheek, and pushed her hair away from her face.
“No, not at all.”
When he could breathe again, he folded a washcloth from the bathroom into his hand and as he withdrew from her, he pressed it against her body. She turned on the bed and adjusted the cloth. He stretched out beside her, tugging her into his arms. Her lax, sated body flowed over his, an arm over his chest, a leg over his legs.
You feel so good, he sent, mind-to-mind.
I didn’t expect this.
Me, neither. I thought– He cut off the words that he’d been ready to stream through her mind.
But she drew back to look at him. “You thought what?”
For a moment, he debated saying what was on his mind. But as he met her gaze, her large blue eyes open and compassionate, he let himself go. “Because of my power, I was reconciled to living by myself. I never even thought about having a woman in my life. But now, I mean, this is so damn fast–” What else could he say that wouldn’t sound really stupid, like he’d known her twenty-four hours but could actually see himself being with her, loving her, spending the rest of his life with her?
She kissed him, a long lingering kiss. When she pulled back again, she said, “I know what you mean. This is kind of ridiculous and so unexpected. But at the same time, extraordinary.”
His heart grew buoyant, a balloon barely tethered in place.
“You’re extraordinary,” he said, rubbing her arm lightly. He wanted to do this all over again. “I want to know everything about you.”
Still looking at him from the tight embrace, she caressed his face. He moaned softly and turned to kiss the palm of her hand.
Enter my mind, she sent…
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