Vaewolf: Damn the Darkness: The Prophecy's Promise (Hearts of Darkness Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

having the most incredible sex ever, she risked a guess.
    “You’re hungry,” she stated. “I took too much blood.”
    “No, lass.” His voice dropped a few octaves. Okay, the gravel in his voice explained the look.
    Hips swinging, she strolled up to him until their bodies almost touched. He turned the tables on her as he circled, stalking her like a wild animal. Gloriously muscled, he tempted her beyond reason. She hadn’t found half her clothes yet, and he was teasing her senses with all his glorious skin exposed and the scent of his desire in the air.
    Close enough to trace a fingernail from his throat to his groin, she dragged it carefully over his newly interested erection, crooning, “Hey, big boy, look at you. Ready to go again so soon?”
    “It’s yer rounded arse, bouncing around the room naked that’s put the look of lust in my eye, again.” The Scottish accent thickened, a true sign he was lost in lust.
    And to guarantee it, she wrapped her fingers around him and, slowly, in her huskiest voice, said, “This doesn’t look like yer eye.”
    His chest rumbled, then with a husky grunt, he gave her a sideways glance of disgust and gripped her wrist.
    “Not funny?” She applied her most innocent expression. “Perhaps we should concentrate on dressing.”
    Caitlin didn’t miss how his focus narrowed on her hand stroking him, and he inhaled, then exhaled deeply. Before his attention moved to where his hand gripped her wrist, she sensed his reluctance to end this...but the night sky was lightening to dawn, and at this rate, they’d end up against a wall next or on the bed, and daylight wasn’t yet her friend.
    Though he freed her wrist with a simple caress to her pulse point, she heard the reluctance in his words. “Time to go home.”
    “Right. Home.” With the utmost self-control, she managed to open her fingers, and with equal reluctance, released him. “Perhaps we should focus on the task at hand.”
    Dylan let one eyebrow rise and appeared confused. “And that would be...?” His eyes were still dark with desire, and he seemed distracted.
    “Duh...dressing...and we best not dawdle.” Pulling on her panties, Caitlin added, “Turn away. Don’t watch me, and I won’t look while you find your shirt and trousers.” Her bra and top followed, along with her skirt.
    “Aye.” Gruffly, Dylan agreed. Though he sounded somewhat less than enthusiastic, he closed his eyes and turned his back. He grunted once before he said, “That’s a verra good idea.”
    But when he bent to pick up his pants before Caitlin closed her eyes she couldn’t contain the sigh and failed miserably at turning aside.
    He glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his gaze on her. “Yer peeking.”
    “Ah, yes. Sorry. Couldn’t help it.” She sighed again. “You are a veritable smorgasbord of edible, masculine beauty.”
    “Argh!” The deep groan of agony was her singular warning before the man turned, tackled her, and dropped her to the bed. He hadn’t bothered tossing aside his clothes. They scattered around them everywhere.
    No matter. Thank goodness she’d already dressed.
    Oops!
    The skirt came up and the panties disintegrated into confetti this time.
    Rough. She wanted rough. She wanted gentle. She wanted him any way.
    Until her change, he’d had to hold back when they’d made love. Now they could express their love any way they wanted.
    They were never going to get out of the B&B at this rate, but she didn’t argue when he nuzzled the sensitive skin on the inside of either thigh. And when he improved his aim and kissed the spot, the place throbbing for his attention, dead center, she whimpered.
    He gripped her thighs and spread them wider for better access. Hell, who was she to deny him. Allowing her knees to fall open, she gripped his hair and arched against his mouth, as he ran his large hands up her belly to cup her breasts. His long fingers stroked gently across her nipples, and electricity sizzled through