pleasure, heightening her orgasm
to an almost painful intensity.
As he sipped from her neck, he guided her mouth to
his shoulder, nicking his skin. Instinctively, she latched her
mouth onto his hot flesh, feeling moisture under her tongue. She
lapped, taking his blood into her body mindlessly as she continued
to lose every sane thought in her brain. The taste of him was like
an aphrodisiac, flooding her with more erotic sensations. He tasted
like Ethan, and he was intoxicating.
She felt him release her neck and he ran a finger
over the punctures lightly.
As she slowly came down from her erotic high, Ethan
pulled her away from his shoulder wound and swiped his finger over
the cut. It stopped bleeding, but the cut was still there.
She lay in his arms, satiated and breathless;
realizing that at some point Ethan must have dissolved his shirt
and slit his shoulder.
She had ingested his blood…and she had relished it.
At that moment all she had wanted was to share every part of
Ethan.
As she recovered her senses she realized that some of
her aches and pains were gone. Had her body filled out a little?
Brianna felt a strength pouring through her that she hadn’t felt
since her illness.
“I feel stronger, Ethan.” As she pulled back to look
at his face, her euphoria over her improved physical condition fled
when she glimpsed his sweating, flushed face and wild, dark eyes.
Alarmed and concerned, she whispered, “Ethan, talk to me. Are you
okay?”
He was trembling and his eyes caressed her naked body
with a hunger that was anything but normal.
Brianna pulled the covers over her nudity and grabbed
his face with both hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Ethan,
talk to me. Tell me that you’re okay,” she demanded, her voice
filled with anxiety.
He stared into her eyes and drew a deep breath. He
let it out shakily as he answered slowly, “I’m fine, Brianna.”
“You are not fine.” She kept her hands on his head,
forcing him to meet her eyes. He lifted one of her hands from his
face and kissed the palm.
“You’re my mate, Brianna,” he answered in a low,
tortured voice. “It’s difficult not to take you.”
“Then take me, Ethan. Or let me help you.” Her hand
slipped down to his jeans, stroking his erect shaft over the cotton
material. She could feel the immense size and hardness of him and
she wanted him desperately. She wanted him inside her, stretching
her, filling her.
“No!” Ethan gripped her wrist gently and moved her
hand away. “Not now, Brianna. You’re not strong enough. Vampires
are extremely sexual creatures with their mates.
“Then why did you do that?”
He kissed her softly on the forehead. “To make it
easier for you, love.” He shot her a devious grin. “It was easier,
wasn’t it?”
“Oh, Ethan,” she sighed, not knowing whether to be
exasperated or amused. She carefully wrapped a sheet around her
body and snuggled into his chest. His arms came around her
protectively, sheltering her. She felt so… safe.
She absorbed the feeling, enjoying the moment… until
her peace was disturbed in a rather startling manner.
Chapter 5
“Hello!” A cheerful, deep voice emanating from the
end of her bed made Brianna jump. If Ethan hadn’t had her held
steady in his arms, she would have been five feet in the air.
Her eyes shot to the end of the bed. Three very large
men stood there, all with varying expressions.
The one speaking was smiling.
One was brooding.
The other wore a dreamy expression.
The fact that they all looked suspiciously like the
man lying beside her couldn’t be a coincidence. She had seen these
men in Ethan’s memories. Rory, Liam and Nathan! His brothers!
Although she couldn’t tell which one was which, she assumed the
cheerful one and the dreamy one were the twins. All of them looked
alike, but those two were nearly identical in appearance.
“What are you two doing?” The cheerful one. “We’re
Ethan’s brothers. I’m Rory. This is Nathan.” He
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