She came up on her knees so she could really look at him, this man who was her other half. This man who was beautiful to her. A handful for a modern woman, but still, her man. Her lifemate. Looking down at him, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she loved him. She wasn’t going to have any regrets.
The one thing she’d worried about most was that she’d lose her family again and again over the centuries. Of course she could look at it that way, but she would choose to look at it as a great privilege. She would see future generations of her sisters’ children’s children. She would learn to accept the circle of life just as Andre had done. Learning that acceptance would take a while, but she would have him to see her through. Andre. Her gorgeous, beautiful man.
She pressed a kiss to his chest and continued to study his body, committing it to her memory. He had a narrow waist, narrow hips, and he was gifted in the male department, which, truthfully, she found a little intimidating. Still, he was beautiful and he was hers.
She bent over him, licking along his flat belly, following the lines of his muscles there. Wake up, Andre. Come to me. I need you. I want you to wake up and let me taste you. Let me feel you inside of me. I have this burning need and only you can do something about it.
She hadn’t been the one dreaming, that had been Andre and she somehow had shared his terrible nightmare. If she could do that, she might eventually find a way into the dream to at least comfort him.
She wished she was sexy and knew everything there was to know about sex. She wanted to wake him and push the nightmare far from his consciousness, to replace that memory with something incredible. She made a silent vow to find a way to ease his nightmare, even if she could never fully get rid of it for him.
She ran her hands over his body, feeling him warm. She pressed her lips to the spot directly over his heart and caught his first breath, his first beat. Strong. So strong. His hands came up, fingers settling in her hair. She watched his lashes lift and she caught the amazing glacier blue before his eyes warmed and set her own heart pounding.
“I have needs, honey,” she murmured, and bent to lap at the spot just over his heart. The blood ebbed and flowed there. The taste of him was already in her mouth. Perfect. Andre. All male and all hers.
His hands tightened until she felt that familiar, arousing bite on her scalp. “The best way to wake up, my woman’s hands and mouth on me.”
“Glad you like it, because you can expect it a lot,” she said, her attention on his hard, warm body.
Teagan lapped at the spot several times and felt his cock stir against her thighs. She nipped him with her teeth and his cock jerked. Hard. She smiled. “You like this.”
One hand smoothed down her back, over her buttocks to the junction between her legs. He found a warm welcome. Hot liquid met his fingers. She squirmed over those clever, pressing fingers, wanting them deeper. He moved his thumb in lazy circles, never really penetrating. Not enough.
“I like this very much. Apparently so do you.”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“Inside me.” It was an order.
“Take my blood.” That was a soft command.
Her heart jumped. She knew she was going to do it, all on her own, just as she’d healed him on her own. She craved the taste of him, but healing him was different than feeding. She had been totally concentrating on curative measures. This was . . .
“Sensual,” he supplied.
“Erotic,” she breathed, and felt her teeth slide into place, sharp incisors, not the canines like the vampire had, but still, sharp. She nipped him again and felt his body shudder. His thumb slipped inside, just the tip.
Teagan bit down, sinking her teeth deep and the exotic, masculine flavor of him burst through her senses like champagne bubbles. He sank his thumb into her and her body clasped greedily at him. It felt . . . wonderful.
“Ride my hand, sivamet. I want you to give it to me, your orgasm. Come for me while you feed.”
That was hot, too. His taste. His hand. Those magic fingers. Her body tightening and his hard, hard cock like a steel spike pressed tightly against her inner thigh. She couldn’t do anything but ride his hand. She was helpless with need. With urgency. She fed at his chest, drawing that unbelievable taste that was only his into every cell while her body rode his fingers, coiling tighter and tighter.
“So beautiful,” he breathed. “So absolutely exquisite. Harder, csitri. Give it to me. Let me have that beautiful gift right now.”
At his command, she felt her body tense. Tighten. Unleash. A storm of quakes, hard and hot and unexpected. She pulled her mouth away from him, followed the little ruby beads down his muscles with her tongue and then lapped at the twin pinpricks until they closed.
She waited a moment, breathing deep as her body subsided. His fingers moved, which was delicious, but she was fixated on the pearly drops she felt on her thigh. “I’m not finished,” she whispered, and kissed her way down his belly.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly.
She hadn’t been sure. She’d been intimidated, but then she heard the husky note in his voice. That near groan. That made her more than certain. That made her determined.
“You might have to give me a little instruction, but I’m very sure. I want to know every single inch of you, Andre.” Her tongue lapped at his belly and then she kissed her way through rough hair.
His gasp was very satisfactory. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t tell her what to do, so she slipped into his mind and found . . . anticipation. Pleasure. It didn’t seem to matter to him how good she was at this, only that she wanted to give him pleasure, and that alone, the want in her, was all he needed to be hard and ready for her.