The Dead (The Thaumaturge Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

heavy and familiar as he molded himself to me.
    “Sorry about that,” he said softly, resting his head on my chest and throwing one leg over mine. I put my nose into his tangles of wet curls and smelled deep. I breathed in - body wash, yes, and clean skin, but under that I could detect the particular cold-fur smell that Leo always had.
    “It’s fine.”
    “You want me to go?”
    “No. C’mere. I missed you, too.” I pulled him closer, maybe a little too eagerly, and kissed the ball of his shoulder. I slid my hand around his smooth, warm, back and curved my fingers around his ribs. The heavy pile of blankets on top of us held in the warmth and together our bodies created a pocket of humid heat. My sheets grew damp from his shower-fresh skin. His hair left patterns on my pillow. His mouth moved against my chest, and he slowly let his hand stray down my stomach to pluck at the string of my pajama pants.
    I didn’t stop him.
    I took him into my arms and kissed him, nudging his mouth open with mine and letting our tongues melt together. My heart spiked at the taste of him, my hips bucking forward. I gripped him close, hungry for his touch. It had been months since I’d seen him last.
    We kissed gently at first, carefully, as I was ever mindful of the fangs just there. He had never bitten me, had long been forbidden from doing so, but I knew that it tested his hard-won self-control. Sometimes I could feel him restraining himself, could feel him battling against his instinct to tear me apart. More than once, I had opened my eyes during sex and seen him staring at me with pure animal hunger.
    Leo urged me back onto the bed, pushing me down and letting his mouth wander to my neck. My heart slingshotted around inside my chest, and for just a second, he put his hand there, right over the thumping beat, and pressed gently. I gripped his shoulders, feeling hard, tight, muscle and tugged him closer. He complied, covering me completely, his larger body pinning me to the bed.
    I thrust my hips up at him as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on my throat, and I felt his lips open into a smile. He headed south, and his teeth grazed my nipple, making me shiver into goose bumps. The nibbles became kisses, his tongue moving across my chest until I squirmed. He lingered on the tender skin along my ribs, teasing me to aching hardness. I stretched under his ministrations, letting out a little contented sigh and he grinned up at me from under his eyelashes.
    “Don’t be cute,” I said to him, closing my eyes. My heart pinched painfully when he looked at me like that.
    He chuckled and slid over me like a snake, nestling in between my legs and trailing kisses down my breastbone to my stomach.
    “I expect reciprocation,” he told me as he tugged my pants down. I nodded helplessly, his breath ghosting over the thin skin on my hip. When he took me into his mouth, I gasped, arching off the bed and tangling my fingers in his damp hair.
    He sucked me down to the root and it was almost too much, all at once, after so many months of mechanically jerking off. His tongue spread out over the base of my cock and I made a high-pitched keen, releasing his hair and knotting my fingers into the sheets. My hips wanted to buck forward, and my stomach wanted stroking, but I bit my lip to anchor myself. Leo nudged my thighs open, pressed his thumbs against either side of my cock and worked into a slow, leisurely rhythm. I glanced down once to see his gold flecked eyes staring back at me. We locked eyes for one, two, three long strokes of his tongue and I let my head fall back down.
    I didn’t take me long, as wound up as I was, and I clutched at his arm in warning. He moaned some muffled encouragement back to me, and I came into his mouth with a long, harsh gasp. I always could lose myself at the touch of his tongue.
    He worked his mouth lazily for another minute, making me shudder, making my legs tremble. Then he crawled up next to me, pressed his