Defy the Dawn

He gave her what she demanded, then broke away on a hungered growl. “Give me your hand, love. I’m taking you to bed.”

Her eyes flashing with amber light, she smiled and placed her fingers in his palm. Zael hauled her up from the sand with him, unable to resist another kiss as he dragged her up against his rigid length. Her hand found his erection, but it was only a wicked tease before she danced out of his embrace and started jogging back toward the cottage.

Zael met her inside, flashing there in less than an instant.

She yelped as he caught her, caging her in his arms. “Cheat!”

“Never,” he swore solemnly, then lowered his head to kiss her again.

He didn’t need to feel the scrape of her fangs across his tongue or feel the heat of her amber irises radiating from behind her closed lids to know that she wanted him inside her as badly as he needed to be there. The sweet scent of her arousal jacked his pulse into a fevered tempo that made his cock surge heavy and rigid against her hip.

She arched into him as his mouth licked a trail from below her ear to the sensual curve of her neck and shoulder. He nipped at her tender skin, spurred on by her raspy cries of pleasure as his lips and tongue savored her heated response.

They undressed each other quickly, their need too urgent for patience.

Zael backed her toward the bed, his mouth still roaming her soft, naked skin and supple lips. She was panting and pliant in his arms, her curves crushed against the hard slabs of his body as he guided her over to the mattress and eased her down beneath him.

She spread her legs to receive him, her sex glistening and ready for him, so pink and pretty and perfect. He sank between her thighs on a low groan, wanting to savor every sensation yet knowing he was too far gone to be gentle.

His cock nestled into the hot, wet cleft of her body. His groan was ragged, his curse reverent, as he pushed inside and felt her tight walls stretch to accommodate his size. Brynne sighed as he drove deep, all the way to the hilt. Her spine arched up to meet his thrust, her small cry of pleasure gusting against his ear as he dropped his head and began a firm and steady rhythm.

Her ecstasy was a drug to him as he rocked in and out of her. He watched it play across her features, which were now fully, gloriously Breed. Amber light swallowed all the green of her irises as she stared up at him, her pupils narrow slivers amid all of that smoldering fire. With each blissful moan, every escalating sigh, the tips of her fangs surged longer, diamond-sharp and deadly, erotic as hell.

Bracing himself on one elbow while he rolled his hips into hers, he reached out to caress her transformed face. Only his touch was gentle, his need too urgent as he watched her cheeks flush with rising color and her mouth dropped open on a sigh of imminent release.

“Oh,” she moaned thickly, clutching him as a hard shudder washed over her. “Zael… Oh, God… I can’t hold it back.”

“That’s good,” he murmured, almost beyond the capability of words as the sheath of her sex began to tighten and contract around his cock. “Oh, yeah. That’s it, love. Let it go. Never hold back with me.”

He bent his head and kissed her, drawing her plump lower lip between his teeth for a moment before burying his face into the tender crook of her neck and shoulder. Caging her between his forearms, he thrust deeper, faster, giving her what she needed to push her over the edge. Her long legs came around him as he rode her, her crossed ankles clamped down on his ass like a vise, holding him close, her arching body demanding as much as he had to give.

And he wanted to give her everything.

Not just now, like this, but in every way.

He wanted to hear her tell him that she could never have this with another male. That she was his, as he knew with a soul-shaking certainty that he belonged to her.

Forever.

The thought became a vow as her firelit gaze locked on his and she surrendered to the tremendous force of her climax. Her cry boiled out of her, throaty and wild. Sharp fingernails scored his back, searing lashes that made him roar with satisfaction as she broke apart beneath him in wave after wave of powerful release.

His own orgasm was rolling up hard on him too. But before he gave himself over to it, he wanted to witness Brynne coming again.

Hell, he would never have his fill of that beautiful sight.

Not even if they had as long as forever to be together.

He grasped her hands and started to drag them above her head so he could send her off the cliff of another climax, but she evidently had other plans.

On a sexy, animalistic snarl, she flipped him onto his back. Her long sable waves tossed around her shoulders as she straddled him, their bodies still intimately joined. His cock heartily approved of the change in position, and so did he.

Brynne sat atop him, her body on full display as her hips rocked and undulated, her wet core grinding against him as she took him impossibly deeper with each merciless slide of her body over his. The arcing twists and spirals of her dermaglyphs were flushed with deep colors, playing across her smooth skin like a living work of art. He reached up to touch the lacy patterns that adorned her breasts and belly, his gaze and fingers worshipping every extraordinary inch of her.

“So lovely,” he murmured, sliding his hands down to her hips as she settled into her own fevered tempo. “I may never let you out of this bed.”

Her answer was a low, pleasured moan. A sensual shudder slid through her body. Her breath turned ragged, a sexy panting that made his arousal coil tighter at the base of his spine. Fuck. He was trying to keep a leash on his orgasm, but she wasn’t making it easy for him.

Arching as she pistoned on his shaft, her breasts jutted out, nipples as dark and plump as little berries. He reached up to touch them, rolling the pebbled peaks under his palms and fingers, reveling in the frantic little sounds she made as her climax started to overwhelm her.

“Zael…” His name was little more than a gasp as she bowed sharply and lost herself to her release.

She closed her eyes, tipping her head back on another shivery cry. Her sex gripped him like a sleek, velvet glove. Each tremor that shook her sent vibrations rippling along his shaft.

He kept moving beneath her, taking control of their tempo in order to prolong her pleasure. And his own.

He growled with satisfaction as she came again. But the sudden explosion of hot, liquid heat on his cock was more than he could handle. Snarling with the ferocious need that owned him now, he pumped into her one last time and his orgasm boiled out of him in a scalding rush.