Dream Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book 1) Read Free Page B

with a plush, black rug, silencing her heels. The walls were the same burgundy color as the hall and the only furniture in the room was a black, leather couch that rested along one wall.
    She reached for him, but he stilled her hands. He needed fast and hard right now for the physical release his body craved, not the leisurely exploration he knew she wanted. Plus, he didn’t want to be touched by her. He had her tight, blue shirt and black bra off before she could blink. Her ample breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled her into a deep kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. With one hand he captured her wrists and held them behind her back, pushing her breasts further into his chest.
    Leaning back, he latched onto one breast and suckled her pert nipple into his mouth, squeezing her other dusty-rose peak with his free hand. Her nipples elongated with his attention and she arched into him, moaning. She began to sweat, releasing more of the honeysuckle scent. Damn, he loved that perfume. He wanted to buy a vat of it and bathe daily in it. His lust had never been driven so high, driving him to the edge.
    She wriggled her hands free and he shuddered when she ran her hands under his fitted, black t-shirt. Much to his dismay, the shudder was not from pleasure. Nope, no touching. He recaptured her hands and inhaled deeply, taking in the honeysuckle.
    He turned her back to him and unzipped her black miniskirt letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in lacy, red panties. He refused to step back and admire the view, his need was too high. He slipped his fingers into her panties and found her slick and wet for him. She was always ready for him. He placed her hands onto the back of the leather couch. “Doona move your hands. Bend over, now.”
    She knew to comply with his demands without hesitation, which is one reason she was one of his partners. He pushed her panties down her long, lean legs. She wavered on her feet as she stepped out of her underwear. He stepped back and unzipped his leather pants, freeing his cock. She spread her legs and bent over the sofa, exposing her slick channel to him. She looked back over her shoulder at him, “Come. I need you inside me, Zander. I ache.”
    He palmed his cock and stroked it. Damn, that felt good. “You want this?” he taunted. He didn’t want her to think his need meant she held any power over him. It wasn’t about Lena at all tonight. In fact, he was highly disconcerted by the knowledge that it was one hundred percent about a bewitching, human female.
    “Always. Fuck me. Now, mon cher .” She arched her back presenting a better view of her wet pussy. He didn’t need to be told twice and stepped up behind her with his feet apart, bracing him. Without a thought to further foreplay, he slammed into her core. She cried out, but he gave her no quarter as he began a punishing rhythm.
    “You like that, Lena? You want me to fuck hard and fast?” he demanded.
    “Mmmm, mon coeur , yes,” Lena hissed. She pushed back and into him so he could go deeper. “Yes, Zander, harder. Mon grand , oh yes!” Lena flipped her long, blond hair over her shoulder, exposing her throat to Zander.
    Losing himself in the carnal pleasure and increasing his pace, his fangs slowly descended. He was famished, yet, as he bent over her back, intending to bite her and feed, his fangs scrambled back into his gums. He cursed. His fangs had been doing this for a year and a half. Ignore it. Not wanting to go over thoughts of his lack of ability to feed or consume any blood, he straightened and the scent of honeysuckle reached him again. His fangs once again lowered. Never slowing his thrusts, he prepared to bite into her flesh, only to have his fangs hide once again. Before he could become distracted by his feeding issue, she climaxed, pulsing around him. The fragrance of her perfume intensified once again, causing him to quickly join her.
    Even before his orgasm waned, he realized the anxiety that had