Vampire: A Dark Protectors/Rebels Novella by Rebecca Zanetti (love letters to the dead .txt) 📕

She arched against him, moaning as her nipples scraped along his chest, even through the silk. “I am listening.”

“You’re not.” He tightened his hold until she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “If you think your movements will be curtailed because of the Kurjans, that’s nothing compared to being my mate.”

Her smile was sweet and unconcerned. “I trust you, Raine.”

The words shot right to his heart and then kept going…somewhere much deeper. Somewhere only his mate could hit. But he owed her the full truth, even if he couldn’t explain it very well. “I’m nearly four centuries old, sweetheart.” The words rolled out of him while her heated core tempted him beyond what he thought he could refuse.

“I know.” She cupped his jaw with one small hand.

“You don’t know.” Everything inside him wanted to take what she’d offered. But he’d vowed to himself to keep her safe, and that could include from him. “I’m not modern and never intend to be. If I mated, it wouldn’t be a modern arrangement where we meet up every month. Even if that’s what you eventually wanted.”

“I love you, Raine.” She blushed a light peach. “We’ve only known each other a few months, but I feel it. I know it. I don’t want to have a business relationship with you. I want to build a life together.”

It was more than he’d ever hoped to have. “I’m bossy.”

“I know.” She laughed.

He kissed her nose, unable to stop himself. “I’m possessive and protective.”

“I’ve noticed that as well.” She lifted her knees and managed to trap his hips between her soft thighs. “I can hold my own.”

His grin felt primitive. “My word is law, baby. You agree to mate me, you agree that I mean that statement.” It felt freeing to finally be himself.

Her smile held dare. “I understand that’s what you think. Some laws were meant to be broken.” She scratched along his jaw to tug on his earlobe, setting his body ablaze.

He’d never been able to turn away from a challenge, and this one he wanted to keep forever. “Tell me you get me,” he whispered, this time grinding against her.

She gasped, and a flush covered her face. “I get you.”

Oh, they would see about that. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.” He reached down and pulled the nightie over her head, revealing those peach-colored nipples that kept teasing him.

“Ditto,” she moaned, grasping his shoulder. “I want this. Want you. All of you.”

“You’ve got me.” He leaned down and kissed her, way past the warning stage. They both wanted to go forward, and he loved her. He’d keep her safe, and she’d let him. For now, he moved down her body and ripped her tiny panties away.

One touch of his mouth and she went off, crying out his name. He let her ride out the waves. “Let’s hear that again,” he murmured against her, nipping at her clit.

* * * *

Mariana tugged on Raine’s hair, trying to get him up her body. Three orgasms was enough. He growled against her core, and the low rumble carried through her entire body. She jerked and sighed, taking more of him.

He licked and nipped, bit and sucked. Somehow, his hands and mouth were everywhere. She felt herself driving up again and then fell over with barely a whimper, her body undulating with crashing waves stronger than her voice.

Finally, he let her rest as he kissed her thighs, her hipbones, her abs and then her breasts. Taking his time, killing her, he suckled each until her nipples were just aching nerves of need. Then he kissed her clavicle, her neck, and her cheeks. When he took her mouth again, it was with a lazy passion that turned wild way too fast.

How did he do that?

He held her in place, claiming everything with just his mouth. He commanded her response, and she gave it to him, her body too attuned to his to do anything else. His firm hand grasped her butt, and he pushed inside her, going slowly but taking no quarter.

Her body softened and stretched around him, slick after the multiple orgasms. Even so, she had to catch her breath at the exquisite pressure until he was balls deep inside her. It was more than she could’ve ever imagined.

He started moving then, in and out, setting up a rough rhythm she could only hold on and ride. Each scrape of nerves inside her had her quaking as she built up to yet another climax. He went faster and harder, partially lifting her off the bed, controlling them both. With the slightest twist of his hips, he hit her G-spot, and the entire room sheeted white as she climaxed. She arched against him and shut her eyes, taken over by the exquisite pleasure. “Raine,” she sighed, coming down and going limp.

He kept pounding mercilessly, driving her up again. This time, her body was a jangle of nerves that all held breath. It was too much and yet, she needed more.

He pulled out and flipped her around, yanking her up on all fours. Then he shoved inside again and hit a spot that shot electricity through her limbs.

Grasping the back of her neck, he forced her head to the pillow and then wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her against him. She turned her head to breathe and let him position her, crying out in pleasure when he angled over her clit somehow.

He was behind her, in control, and she’d never felt safer in her entire life.

One of his talented hands found her well-loved nipple and tweaked it with two fingers.

She jerked and then moaned as more need rushed to her core. It was so much. He hammered harder, pistoning inside her, laying claim in a way she would’ve never believed.

He released her waist and manacled his hands in her hair, tugging her head and forcing her to arch her back as he continued to pound inside her.