A war between two supernatural races. A beautiful computer genius in grave danger. A seductive, passionate immortal is her only hope of survival…
“The sex scenes were hot! … A strong woman heroine.” – Becky Cox
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“Am I too heavy?” His breath fanned the hair on the top of her head. The timbre of his voice was soft, but deep, and it brought an aching awareness to her body. He smelled of pine, spice, and rugged maleness. Fresh, hot, and all man. How could a stranger whom she should be afraid of awaken her body in the most sensual way? All her senses were attuned to his every move, to the sound of his voice. How could this be? Heat coursed through her with every breath he took.
“No,” her voice was hoarse. “You’re not that heavy.”
He gave a small chuckle before he eased off a little then groaned when Eirene encircled his waist.
“Did I hurt you?” She looked up, suddenly worried that he might have sustained more injuries than she was aware of. When her gaze met his, she almost gasped at the desire she saw in his eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes. They were black with gold flecks, or were they dark blue? His hunger rocked her body, sending delicious tingles down to her sex. She saw his gaze fall to her mouth. Her heart, which was already hammering in her chest, notched up a level. He looked like he was going to kiss her. She should be appalled.
But God! She wanted to feel his mouth on hers. She wanted to know how his tongue felt mating with hers. How it felt on her skin and all over her body.
Then Finn bent down. His breath brushed the tendrils of her hair by her neck. Eirene held her breath, her lids at half-mast. She gasped and closed her eyes when she felt his tongue swirl over the pulse at the base of her throat. Then his lips skimmed the sensitive skin on the side of her neck and up to her earlobe. She couldn’t stop the sighs which escaped her lips when his tongue blazed a trail over the shell of her ear. He lightly nibbled on her earlobe before his lips moved to the corner of her mouth.
This was wrong, Eirene’s mind screamed, but her body argued for her to get a little taste, for this chance might not come again. She nearly melted against Finn. She was a puppet in his arms and her strings were deliberately entangling themselves around him. In surrender, Eirene turned towards him, her palm resting on his chest, over his heart. She could feel it hammering hard beneath her hand. He appeared to be as affected as she was. She angled her mouth so that his lips brushed hers. Their mixed breaths made their arousal more palpable.
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” Finn’s deep voice made her feel like melting chipotle chocolate.
Sweet and hot.
“We have to get you to the house, Finn.” Eirene said, surprised at how easily she said his name and how normal her voice was. “You’re injured.”
“What we’re doing is going to help me heal.” Finn rubbed his lips along her forehead, like he was marking her. The sensual movement allowed his chin to graze against her mouth. Eirene closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation and couldn’t resist nipping at his chin. Finn growled softly in response, and pulled her close, flush against him.
“How?” Eirene moaned with pleasure when her palms moved down his taut abdomen, carefully avoiding the part where the gashes were still fresh. Liquid heat pooled between her legs when she felt his huge arousal nudging her thigh. Her heart was speeding like a bullet train. Instead of answering her, Finn brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her tentatively, giving her a chance to back out. When she didn’t, he nipped at her lips. Eirene sighed as she returned the kiss, letting the tip of her tongue trail over the seam of his mouth. With a groan, Finn claimed her lips. His tongue pressed through the barrier of her teeth and into her mouth, making Eirene gasp with pleasure. Red hot lava suffused her veins. Her pulse beat faster and harder. Her sex involuntarily clenched as her stomach muscles contracted. She held on to Finn for dear life when his hand curved around the base of her head, and slanted his mouth against hers to further deepen the kiss.
Eirene didn’t know which was up or down as their tongues mated, swirling around each other, getting acquainted with one another. Somewhere deep in her mind, she knew instinctively that her mouth was made for his. She didn’t know how she knew this, just that it felt so right. She moaned softly when Finn’s hand came between them to cup her breast. She broke the kiss to arch her back and give herself up to his touch. Eyes closed and holding on to his biceps, she whimpered her approval when he pulled her tank and bra down far enough to free her breast. When his warm mouth closed over her nipple and suckled hard, she cried out, lust swirling around and taking her towards an impending storm. A fresh wave of heat soaked her panties as Finn continued to lave and kiss one aroused nipple before moving to the other, while his fingers tweaked the one his mouth had just left. She would have come right there, had Finn not abruptly broken the kiss to step a little away from her. Suddenly feeling rudderless, Eirene almost stumbled as the balmy air felt like an arctic wind after Finn’s body heat, her nipples now hardened by the night’s gentle breeze.
“This has to stop. We have to go.” Finn said brusquely.