Dalton, Tymber - Brimstone Blues [Brimstone Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page A

way he’d loved her.
    What a mess.
    Could he ever make it up to her? She blamed herself—wrongly—for Rafe’s death. What if he’d waited to bring Taz in? He’d wanted to hire her to work for him and start the agonizingly long process of gently exposing her to everything so the final truth wouldn’t shock or overwhelm her—which was exactly what had happened.
    Had he not been greedy, had he waited, Rafe would still be alive. So wasn’t the ultimate blame his to bear?
    Even in sleep, Taz still held a barrier in her mind. She was far stronger than she knew, scared of her powers, and terrified of losing control again after almost killing Caroline. She was a true force of nature and would go on to do great things.
    “I love you , cara ,” he sent to her, feeling her heartbeat under his palm. “I love you more than life. I will die for you, because I couldn’t bear to lose this kind of love twice in my life.”
    In sleep, she cuddled closer to him and he kissed her neck. “I love you, Taz,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

    * * * *

    Matthias awoke before dawn the next morning with Taz tantalizingly pressed against him. When he tried to shift position, his morning erection ended up nestled in the cleft of her ass. He stifled a moan.
    She turned to face him and slowly rolled her hips, making his already stiff cock ache with need. He couldn’t resist, nudging against her, gasping as his cock easily slid into her already wet pussy.
    She must have been having really good dreams to be that ready, but she wasn’t totally awake, caught in the twilight between sleep and dawn. That much he knew from what little he could sense through her mental barrier.
    He closed his eyes and slowly stroked his cock inside her, debating whether or not to wake her up. If she was having wonderful dreams, he didn’t want to spoil that for her, not after the horrific past few days she’d had. He folded her against his chest and savored her scent, the feel of her body against his as he slowly made love to her.
    After many long minutes, her arms tightened around him. She nuzzled his neck, her tongue tasting his flesh.
    “Anastazia,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you so much.”
    Her legs tightened around him as her hands traced his spine down to his hips. She was waking up. He felt her awareness grow as her pulse quickened. Taking this as his cue, he gently rolled on top of her and slid a hand between their bodies. In the dim light he kissed her, breathing her name through her lips as he gently explored with his tongue.
    His fingers parted her labia and found her pussy. She moaned, one hand tangling in his hair and pulling his mouth roughly against hers. Now she was awake and wanting more.
    He stroked her swollen clit with his fingers, drawing gasping, keening cries from her, feeling her reactions through his body. When she climaxed, her muscles squeezed his cock, nearly finishing him right there. He held off his own orgasm until he sensed her finally relax. Then he thrust his hips against her, his own release just seconds behind.
    As their final tremors quieted, he rolled to his side, taking her with him and gathering her into his arms. Within moments she was asleep again. He soon drifted with her.

    * * * *

    Taz awoke in Matthias’ arms. She remembered awaking to make love to Matthias after the dream she’d had about Rafe…
    Was that all it was? It felt so real. Perhaps what she did in real life with Matthias simply translated into a superhot dream about his cousin.
    That’s logical.
    It also made her feel a hell of a lot less guilty.
    Matthias kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
    She snuggled closer. “I enjoyed that earlier wake-up.”
    His low, rumbling chuckle sent another wave of warmth through her body. “So did I.”
    She closed her eyes, relieved. A dream. That’s all it was. Ever since the night Rafe died, after she pulled the succubus number on him,