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FREYA’S SKIN WAS SHOCKINGLY pale compared to my olive toned skin. I lay beside her and kissed my way from her neck down to her collarbones. It was strange not to see her chest moving and not to hear a heartbeat. I cupped her breast and rolled my thumb over her nipple, then kissed my way over to her other breast.
Using the same tactics she’d used on me, I lightly scraped my teeth over her nipple. When I glanced at her face to judge her reaction, I was glad to see her fangs had elongated in anticipation. Either that, or she was hungry. I lowered my face before she could see my smile and take it the wrong way. The last thing I wanted was for my mate to think I was laughing at her.
I worked my way down her body, using my hands and mouth to worship her lush curves. She was muscular rather than soft, but there was nothing mannish about her. She tensed when I kissed my way towards her groin. I knew better than to go down on her. One taste of her could be my death. Instead, I used my fingers to bring her pleasure.
One thing I’d found after hooking up with my own kind was that shifters weren’t shy about telling me exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it. I’d also learned how to give women enjoyment from reading their gasps, moans and how their bodies moved. Freya was nothing like the werewolves and humans I’d slept with. The only signs she gave that she liked what I was doing was how much fang she showed and how lidded her eyes became.
Stroking the nub that was usually enough to make most women I’d bedded scream with ecstasy, I watched Freya’s face intently. She looked at what my hand was doing rather than at my face. When I slid my finger into her depths, her fangs grew slightly longer. I stroked her slowly to begin with, pausing to rub her nub in maddening circles. When impatience flicked across her face, I thrust two fingers into her and her head fell back in reaction.
Knowing she was getting caught up in her pleasure, I stroked her far harder and faster than I’d ever dared to with any other woman. Vampires were strong enough to withstand rough treatment. From what I could tell, she didn’t find it rough at all.
Her hand clamped down on my shoulder, bruising my flesh. She could rip my arm off and I wasn’t even sure I’d care. All I wanted was to make her call out my name when she came. She neared the edge, legs quivering and fangs fully extended. I moved so I was straddling her and furiously rubbed her nub as I stroked her.
Eyes closed, mouth open and deadly fangs exposed, Freya jerked her hips upwards when she orgasmed. I kept rubbing her pleasure center, but grabbed hold of her waist to stop myself from being thrown off her. “Take it all, babe,” I said and kept stroking her until she finally went limp. I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them soothingly, grinning like a fool until she’d recovered.
“Why didn’t you satiate yourself?” she asked, gesturing at my straining shaft.
“I will,” I replied, stroking the silky skin of her thighs with my palms. “But I’m going to work you up to the edge again first.”
She contemplated me with a puzzled look. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Nickolas Levine-Garrett. Why are you so different from other men?”
“Because you’re my mate,” I reminded her. “It’s my duty to make sure you achieve your pleasure first.”
“Are all werewolves like you?”
“Not all of us find our true mates. I’m one of the lucky ones.”
“How lucky can you possibly be if you’ve chosen a woman who can kill you with one kiss?” she asked skeptically.
“I didn’t really have a choice about it. My wolf and I knew you were ours the moment we saw your face.”
Baffled by my explanation, she rolled us over so she was on top again. “We’re wasting too much time. I’ll bring you to orgasm quickly, so we can continue our hunt.”
“I don’t mind if you take your time,” I said, a bit worried about what she planned to do to me. I knew she couldn’t hurt me intentionally, but this was my first time in bed with the living dead and I didn’t know what to expect.
“Trust me, you’ll like this,” she said with a smirk. Seeing the fierce warrior sinking down onto me was another sight I would burn into my memory forever. She barely gave me a chance to brace myself, then she started riding me.
I’d had plenty of women ride me before, but not like this. Freya’s eyes locked on mine as she grasped hold of my hips and thrust herself up and down on me. Her speed was astonishing and I felt pleasure building within just a few seconds. My eyes closed as my orgasm approached. I reached out to her and she grasped hold of my hand. I entwined our fingers and bucked beneath her as I came.
Freya didn’t stop riding me and I stayed hard from the pleasure the friction created. I opened my eyes to see her fangs were fully extended. Her fingers clamped down around mine as she reached her peak. I went over again with her, crying out in ecstasy as she accidentally crushed the bones in my hand.
Hearing the broken bones grating together, my mate released me and climbed off the bed. “I shouldn’t have been able to hurt you,” she said with a frown. We’d both just had an intense orgasm, but it had clearly had a greater impact on me. I didn’t take any offense to her detached tone. Somehow, she would come to love me as much as I already loved her. Fate had put us together and nothing would tear us apart now.
“You didn’t do it on purpose and I’ve already healed,” I said, opening and closing my fist to show her I was fine. Accidents happened even with vampires sometimes, it seemed.
“Get dressed,” she ordered. “We need to get moving.”
I left my clothes on the floor and ducked into the bathroom to clean up. Epsilon looked up at me and I bent down to pick him up. I put him on the sink while I took care of business. Glancing into the mirror when I was done, a huge grin smiled back at me. Liam isn’t going to believe this, I thought. It was a wonder I hadn’t broadcast my ecstasy all the way to our base two hours away from here.
Freya was dressed and was impatiently waiting for me when I left the bathroom with the mouse cradled in my hand. She’d taken one of the machetes out of the duffle bag and was practicing with it. Yas was a formidable fighter, but Freya was clearly an expert with long blades. “You’ll have to teach the team how to use swords,” I said as I got dressed.
My mate rolled her eyes and put the machete back in the bag. She hefted it over her shoulder and headed for the door. I quickly pulled on my boots and laced them up, then hurried after her. I’d chosen black clothes and we were dressed almost identically. We needed to be stealthy and to blend into the shadows while we were stalking our quarry.
This time, I left my phone behind. I couldn’t afford to have anything distracting me and I didn’t want Liam to decide to track me down in the middle of our battle. I would never forgive myself if my twin turned up to help us and died because of me.
“You’re being very quiet,” Freya said as we exited from the hotel.
“I’m running battle plans through my mind,” I replied. I was thinking of all the strategies we could use to take the nest of leeches down.
“We’ll decide how to deal with them once we’ve found their lair,” she said, then took hold of me and sped to the same park we’d been using to come and go from the city.
Epsilon knew what to do and took us back to the dam. We arrived at the same spot we’d left last night and I took the gold watch out of my pocket. The hour hand was pointing to the south, but the minute hand was no longer spinning madly. “We have a problem,” I said and showed the watch to my mate.
“They’re no longer here,” Freya surmised. “They could be out hunting for food. We should search the area for their lair. If we find it, we can hide and wait for them.”
I nodded in agreement and took the duffle bag from her. She took the watch from me and led the way. Her sense of smell was superior to mine. If the vamps had been anywhere nearby, she would be able to follow their trail to their den.
