Opening his eyes Quinn took several moments to orient himself, he didn’t usually sleep so long but his life had changed dramatically and the body lying next to him told him just how true that was. It was warm and soft, snuggling closer when he moved. A soft murmur of protest as fingers dug into his chest to hold him in place. “Not yet, you’re not getting up yet, Quinn.”

Amaya grumbled sleepily, her breath whispering across his skin as she held onto him. He chuckled as he looked around his room in his home, his Bloodmate already having made her mark in just a few short days. A pair of jeans hung from the back of a chair and a bra lay on the floor where he’d flung it after tearing it from her body the previous night. Her leg slung over him possessively when he tried to move again, her mouth opening to bite his nipple.

“I said no.” She held onto him tightly. “We’ve only just found each other and my Tiger isn’t ready to give you up this morning.”

“I was only going to order you some breakfast. I thought you might need it after last night.” He tried to reach for his phone but she held fast, refusing to give him any leeway.

Her hips ground against his thigh, her lips now teasing, her tongue laving around the area she’d just punished causing his cock to grow and harden onto his belly. She’d been like a wildcat the last two days and he was certain she needed more rest but it didn’t look like she was about to heed any advice in that department. Not when she was already moving astride him, her eyes hooded with desire, hands on his chest to steady herself as she lifted her hips and wiggled around suggestively.

“Sex first then food,” Amaya purred like the big cat she was, her eyes glinting brightly with the sunlight that shone through the bay windows.

“You’re insatiable.” He couldn’t resist, reaching to tweak a dark nipple, grinning when she arched her back, a moan escaping her plump lips that he loved so damn much.

She looked down at him, dark eyes full of love but filled with pure need, a hand reaching between them to wrap around his cock and position it at her hot entrance. Her skin already slick with a sheen of perspiration as he gripped her hips but allowed her to position herself and sink slowly onto him. Her hair hanging down over her back like a dark curtain of silk, a soft sigh escaping as she settled his cock deep inside her. She looked fucking glorious above him, her hips rocking and gaining momentum, the curve of her neck calling to him like it had since the first time he’d seen her . . . yet he’d still not fed from her there.

Still not fully sealed their bond. He’d tasted her glorious blood, fed from her wrist, her inner thigh . . . which had been the most intense and satisfying experience for them both, bringing Amaya to an explosive orgasm that had her screaming his name until she was hoarse, and caused him to see stars. But still he’d held off from finalizing their bond . . . until tonight. He wanted to make it special for her. More than special. He wanted to make it a night she’d never forget and that’s what he was going to give her.

A party in the Great Room and afterward he’d make love to her under the stars next to the lake in a gazebo he’d had erected just for her special night. Her gown had arrived and his present was safely in the drawer next to the bed—a platinum necklace with red rubies. It would go beautifully with the red silk gown she’d be wearing and she’d be the most beautiful woman in the room. Hell, in the entire world. No doubt about that in his eyes and he was going to show her off like the goddess she was. He couldn’t wait to walk in with her on his arm and flaunt what he had: his Bloodmate. Show the world that it was possible for a Vampire to have his happy-ever-after.

The only fly in the ointment was the niggling annoyance that Jana Noskova hadn’t been in touch with them yet and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

“Fuck, Quinn . . .” Amaya shrieked, bouncing on top of him for all she was worth, her tongue poking out slightly as she neared her orgasm.

Grabbing hold of her tightly, he flipped her over, her eyes locking with his in annoyance. “I was right there!”

“I know.” He grinned, “But I’m not quite ready to finish with you yet.”

Swirling his hips, he ground against her and got the reaction he wanted, her mouth opening in a perfect little circle. “Oh!”

Amaya lifted her hips to meet him as he pulled back before thrusting deeply back inside her, one hand rolling a nipple, tweaking it, teasing it . . . just the way she liked it. He’d learned straight away how much she liked having her breasts, especially her nipples, touched during sex and he was more than happy to oblige. They were full, heavy and magnificent and she responded so well whenever he touched them . . . even slightly, but when he tweaked and pulled on her nipples . . . boy, she went into overload.

Her back arched, pushing her breast toward him, and he couldn’t reject her offering. His head lowered, allowing his fangs to spring free, his tongue giving the area a quick lick before he pierced the round, full flesh and took his first sip. Her unique and magical ambrosia slipped into his mouth, tantalizing his taste buds which exploded with delight as the flavor hit his senses sending him soaring toward the skies and his own orgasm. His balls tightened, his back muscles tensed, his cock pounded into her warmth as she writhed beneath him, his name on her lips as she reached that point of no return and tipped right on over the precipice into ecstasy.

Amaya shook, and quivered beneath him, her nails raking down his back as he lapped at her breast, one more mouthful, two, three . . . and he was there! His orgasm hit like a fucking freight train, sending him to the moon and beyond. His seed exploding from him as his body was engulfed in a pleasure so great that he grew light headed from the magnitude. He had to force his fangs from the sweet, round breast, barely remembering to flick his tongue over the two pinpricks to seal the wounds, his head collapsing onto Amaya’s chest as he gasped trying to catch a breath.

One of her hands ran through his hair, her own breaths matching his. “Jeez, I need food. Lots of food.”

Running his fingers over where he’d fed, he softly kissed the area. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Her arms came around him, cuddling him. “No, of course not, but I wish we were fully mated, Quinn. My beast is growing impatient.”

“Not long, darling. Tonight.”

“I know.” She wiggled out from under him, turning on her side so she could look into his face. “I’m not looking forward to this party. You know I don’t need it.”

“I’m aware of that, but please allow me to show you off. I’m ecstatically happy to have found you and I rarely have anything to celebrate. Allow me this small thing, darling.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “But if I do something to embarrass you, you’ve been warned.”

Quinn chuckled, rolling to get out of bed, holding his hand out. “Shower and then food for you. I’ve a lot to do today.”

One of those things was to try and contact Jana Noskova and see when she was going to set up their interviews.