Mating Fever by Susan Hayes
Carnage
It was the closest he had ever been to the perfect bliss of Heaven.
He pumped his hips, and she tightened her grip around his waist, taking him even deeper this time. She lifted her head and kissed him, her beautiful eyes wide open and staring into his. The last of his control dissolved away, leaving him fueled by nothing but lust and the need to claim the woman in his arms. He powered into her, each thrust coming harder than the one before it. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of passion, the slick slap of flesh and pleasure-filled cries only making him wilder.
“Carnage!” she cried out his name.
It was the name he had chosen for himself, but not his true name. He wanted to hear her say the name he had been born with, a name he hadn’t heard spoken for more than five centuries.
“My name. Is. Alaric.” He uttered the words in time to the pounding rhythm of his hips, not understanding why he needed her to use it.
“Alaric,” she whispered his name like a dying man’s prayer. Soft and reverent, that one word resonated in the darkest corners of his empty soul. It stirred long forgotten feelings and awakened a part of him that had fallen silent since his death.
He lost himself in the exquisite pleasures of her body, the man he had been once and the supernatural creature he had become merging into one being. Complete and united at last, brought together by the one thing they both craved: Leta.
His thrusts became erratic, his balls tightening, and his breath growing ragged as he raced toward orgasm, intent on taking her with him when he came. The sharp sting of nails raking across his shoulders sent him hurtling to the brink, and with the last shreds of his control, he managed to shift their bodies, changing the angle between them so that his shaft slid over her clit with every stroke.
Her inner walls gripped him hard, pulsating around his dick as she moaned and raked her nails across his shoulder blade again. The added stimulation was more than he could take and he exploded into release, emptying his load inside her as he bared his teeth and sank his newly elongated fangs into the soft skin of her throat. Her blood coated his tongue, the two of them locked into a primal give-and-take of life essences. Never before had he had the compulsion to bite a lover during sex. This was about her, about marking and claiming Leta for all time.
I’ve lost my fucking mind…or my heart. Shit. Please let it be my mind.
