Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize (25 page)

“You take my breath away,” Luka whispered.

He kissed a trail down her body, and every time his lips touched her skin she arched off the bed.

Chloe ran her fingers through his silky hair, squirming as he tickled her, tensing when he sucked.

He latched onto her breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth and she groaned. His hands stroked her shoulders, then ran down her arms, drawing circles, swirling loops as his mouth lapped, licked, sucked. He ran his finger round her navel. Everywhere he touched, she caught fire, burning with need for him.

Chloe groaned. “Luka, you are so good at this.”

“I’ve been practicing for two hundred and forty-nine years and…five months.”

She kicked his shin. “You say that like it’s a good thing. And you’re so much older than me.”

“You’re twenty-seven years and five months exactly.”

“How do you know?” she gasped.

“Because since the day you were born, you were meant for me. That day, I developed an itch on my arm every time I thought about sex.”

As he kissed around her navel, Chloe’s skin fluttered.

“Maybe your vast experience is a good thing.”

She felt his mouth smile against her.

“I’ll enjoy showing you that’s true.”

She’d have to watch her thoughts with the mind-reading thing, but then he eased her legs apart, kissed her swollen clit, and she forgot. Ribbons of pleasure curled through her body and settled between her legs. His tongue pressed into her soft folds, at first gentle, then demanding, and Chloe let out a tormented cry. As he began to rhythmically lick her, the rollercoaster Chloe rode ratcheted towards its peak. His fingers replaced his tongue and he stroked her clit more firmly.

Hair brushed her thighs, then his lips returned and as his teeth nipped, Chloe shot over the apex of the ride, plummeting into oblivion.

“Luka, Luka.”

He held her as her hips jerked, then as she came back to earth he positioned himself over her.

“I love you,” Luka whispered. “Every moment has been a rehearsal for this.”

He plunged into her, one long, hard, deep thrust that made her explode again, see shooting stars, see a future where she’d always be loved and cherished, one where she’d have Luka to love. He slid his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her as he drove into her. Chloe whimpered, hot and desperate with desire. She rocked her hips against his and felt herself spiraling again.

“Wow, so the books are right. Vampires are red hot lovers.”

“Thank you, my love.”

Luka laughed at her thought. He wanted this pleasure to last as long as he could drag it out; every muscle strained and trembled as he tried to slow down while his dick urged him to go fast. The roots of his fangs throbbed. His balls ached to the point of pain. His body was linked with hers forever, but his need was more than physical. Every molecule cried out for her. They could never be apart again. He joined hands with Chloe, fingers entwining, their bondmarks merging as he pressed her into the bed. Luka lowered his head and when she caught his earlobe between her teeth, he thrust so hard into her she lurched into the headboard. Luka chuckled and dragged her back down.

Panting, he dropped his head to the side of hers, emotions surging though him and suddenly her teeth were in his neck. Luka cried out at the sheer exotic delight of it, that she’d fed without prompting, that she needed him. His balls tightened, his cock thickened and as Chloe drank, Luka thought there could never be a more perfect moment. Time froze and then they came in an orgy of pleasure. Colors swirled, the world shattered and they exploded, crying out each other’s names.

As they wrung the final ripples of delight from their union, she melted in his arms. Luka thought if every time was like this, they would be dead within a week. They remained pressed against each other, mouths linked, her breasts crushed against his chest, his cock still hard inside her, their legs entangled, toes kissing.

“Oh, shit!” Luka lifted his head.

“Oh, that’s lovely. Not -- are you still in one piece? Can you move your legs?”

Luka winced. “We didn’t use protection.”

“You said vampires -- oops.”

Luka stroked her cheek. “Exactly.”

Chloe grinned. “If it’s a boy, can we call him Lestat?”

“Over my dead body.”

“How about Drac --”

“No.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Our first fight. I have to warn you, I’m a bad loser.”

Luka rolled so she lay on top of him. “Coming second has its advantages.”

“We’ll have a race,” Chloe said. “Slowest wins.”

“I give up,” said Luka.

“Can I look yet? Have they finished?”

“No, Rufus. I don’t think they’re ever going to finish.”

“Do they really need to keep doing that? They’ve already made the child.”

“You’ve forgotten sex is fun, Rufus.”

“A female dragon might help me remember.”

“Well, nine months until our work really begins. We have to keep their child safe. The future of
the
Otherworld
depends on it.”

“What can I be next time? I don’t want to be a unicorn again. My horn keeps falling off.”

“We’ll have to wait and see what presents the baby gets, Angel.”

“I want first choice.”

“No, I do.”

“Guys, stop bickering. We have nine months to decide who gets to choose second and third."

THE END

Barbara Elsborg

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.

Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.