Blood at Stake (Warriors of the Krieger Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

pinpoint my location, like a GPS, if I was ever
away from him. He was staking his claim on my body. What he’s doing
was primal, even for a vampire.
    My shirt, well his shirt, came off in a
flash, the seams torn in his haste to undress me. I suddenly found
myself on my back, my body bare to the warrior who was hovering
above me. The heat in his eyes flashed as he looked upon my naked
skin and I saw the need within them.
    “Tell me, yes,” he demanded on a growl. I
wasn’t sure if I really had a choice. Ashby’s voice changed from
the sweet brooding warrior, to the harsh demanding sex god who knew
what he wanted and consequences be damned.
    And I liked it!
    “Yes,” I whispered in a husky voice I didn’t
even recognize.
    His body lifted, for only a second, before
he stripped himself of his tight black jeans and Krieger shirt. His chest was smooth, not a hair visible. Ashby’s broad
shoulders flexed as he moved over me, my hands automatically
grasping at his thick arms. Trying to hold the muscle there was
like trying to grab a basketball with one hand. Oh, I liked that!
    Those sexy lips descended on mine again, and
we touched, his massive erection nudging at my core. He was hot and
demanding as he stroked my body. My bottom lip was nicked by his
fang, as he pulled away from my mouth to caress my body with his
eyes. His nostrils flared as he scented my blood. He slowly leaned
his face close to mine, so seductively, I almost lost control right
there. The moment his tongue snaked out and licked the drop of
blood from my lip, I almost came from the feel of it.
    One strong arm wrapped around my back, his
hold unbreakable, as he lifted me higher on his bed. His thigh was
so large that it didn’t take much to kick my legs apart. His body
descended on mine, and I tensed as I felt his erection press into
my body.
    I wasn’t a virgin. I’d been with a few men
in my existence, but I’d never been with a warrior. Ashby’s size
was impressive, to say the least. I wondered if this was a good
idea and how the damn thing would even fit.
    “It’ll fit,” he growled low and
demanding.
    “Quit reading my mind,” I returned, but my
demand held no weight.
    He chuckled and proved me wrong when he
pushed forward. My sex accepted him eagerly, like he was made to be
there. Once he was seated, Ashby stilled, but his body shook
slightly from his need to move. His hands were shaking nervously as
he caressed my sides, my face.
    Rotating my hips, I relaxed and let my legs
fall open to allow his massive hips to fill the space. The first
thrust was a test to our bodies, to see if it was right. The second
one was to prove to ourselves that it felt as good as we’d hoped.
The third, fourth, fifth and the remaining ones were shear mind
blowing sex. Each thrust threatened to push me off the bed, but
Ashby’s massive arm kept me grounded underneath him. My breasts
were not huge, nor were they small either. He groaned, as he
watched them move in time with his thrusts. Suddenly he took one
nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily at the peak. He bit down,
and I shattered underneath him.
    “Come with me,” I begged as he pushed deeper
into my heat. Every drag of his length through my channel, caused
my orgasm to intensify.
    “No,” he growled.
    Suddenly, I was flipped over, my ass
presented to him like an offering. He covered my back and pushed
himself back inside, my desire guiding his way. The warrior’s arms
were beside mine, and I realized he had placed his body around
mine, protectively. It was like he was shielding me from anyone who
may take that moment to enter his quarters.
    Ashby took his time ravishing my body,
showing me how things would be every time we’d be together. I had a
feeling this was the beginning of many nights coming alive in his
bed, in more ways than one.
    My arms gave out, and I fell down on my
elbows, Ashby following me as his body continued to rut deep inside
my sex. He moved one of his hands from the bed and