Rehv looked back out of the window. At the rate the flakes were falling, it would take a while before the landscape went white.
No wonder his mother had watched for hours.
Wrath came awake in darkness, but it was the delicious, familiar, happy kind. His head was on his own pillow, his back was against his own mattress, his covers were pulled up to his chin, and his shellan’s scent was deep in his nose.
He had been blissfully asleep for a long time; he could tell by how much he needed to stretch. And his headache was gone. Gone…God, he’d been living with the pain for so long, it was only in its absence that he realized how bad it had gotten.
With a massive sprawl, he tightened the muscles of his legs and arms until his shoulder cracked and his spine realigned and his body felt glorious.
Rolling over, he found Beth with his arm, slipping a hold around her waist from behind and curling himself into her so that his face was buried in the soft hair at the nape of her neck. She always slept on her right side, and the whole spooning thing was totally up his alley-he liked to surround her smaller body with his much larger one because it made him feel like he was strong enough to protect her.
He kept his hips back from her, though. His cock was rigid and full of the I-wants, but he was grateful just to lie with her-and not about to ruin the moment by making her feel awkward.
“Mmm,” she said, stroking his arm. “You’re awake.”
“I am.” And then some.
There was a shuffle as she eased around, moving in his arm until she faced him. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, yeah.”
When there was a gentle tug on his hair, he knew she was playing with the curled ends, and he was glad he kept it as long as he did. Even though he had to tie the heavy black load back when he went out to fight, and the shit took forever to dry-so long, in fact, that he had to use a hair dryer, which was too frickin’ girlie to believe-Beth loved the stuff. He could remember many a time she had fanned it out over her naked breasts…
Right, slowing that train would be a good plan. Much more of that kind of thing and he’d have to mount her or lose his damn mind.
“I love your hair, Wrath.” In the darkness, her quiet voice was like the touch of her fingers, delicate, devastating.
“I love your hands on it,” he replied roughly, “in it, anything you like.”
They passed God only knew how long just lying side by side, facing each other, her fingers twisting and turning in the thick waves.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, “for telling me about tonight.”
“I’d rather have some good news to bring to you.”
“I’m still glad you told me. I’d rather know.”
He found her face by touch, and as he ran his fingers over her cheeks and nose to her lips, he saw her with his hands and knew her with his heart.
“Wrath…” Her hand settled on his erection.
“Oh, fuck…” His hips jacked forward, his lower back going tight.
She laughed softly. “Your language of love does a trucker proud.”
“I’m sorry, I-” His breath jammed in his throat as she stroked him over the boxers he’d worn for her modesty. “Fu-I mean-”
“No, I like it. It’s you.”
She rolled him over and mounted his hips-holy shit. He knew she’d gone to bed with a flannel nightgown on, but wherever the thing was, it wasn’t covering her legs, because her sweet, hot core rubbed right on his hardness.
Wrath growled, and lost it. With a sudden surge he threw her on her back, shoved the Calvins he rarely wore down his thighs, and drove into her. As she cried out and scored his back with her nails, his fangs fully elongated and throbbed.
“I need you,” he said. “I need this.”
“Me, too.”
He didn’t spare her any of his power, but then, she liked it like this sometimes, raw, wild, his body marking hers hard.
The roar when he came into her shook the oil painting that hung over their bed and rattled her perfume bottles over on the dresser and he kept right on going, more beast than civilized lover. But as her scent flooded his nose, he knew she wanted him just as he was-every time he orgasmed, she came with him, her sex gripping his and pulling at him, keeping him deep inside.
With breathless demand, she said, “Take my vein-”
He hissed like a predator and went for her neck, biting hard.
Beth’s body jerked under his, and between their hips he felt a welling warmth that had nothing to do with what he’d left behind inside her. In his mouth, her blood was the gift of life, thick on his tongue and down his throat, filling his belly with a furnace of heat, lighting up his flesh from the inside out.
His hips took over as he drank, pleasuring her, pleasuring himself, and when he had his fill, he lapped at his bite marks, then went at her again, reaching down and stretching up one of her legs so he could get even deeper as he pounded hard. After he came in another rush, he palmed the back of her head and brought her lips to his throat.
He didn’t get a chance to voice a demand. She bit him, and the instant her sharp points punctured his skin and he felt the sweet sting of pain, he orgasmed again, more brutally than all the others: The knowledge that he had what she needed and wanted, that she was living off of what beat through his veins, was erotic as fuck.
When his shellan was finished and had closed the wounds by licking them, he rolled over onto his back and kept them joined, hoping to-
Oh, yeah, he got good and ridden. As she became the master, he went to palm her breasts and found that she still had her nightgown on, so he whisked it over her head and tossed it to who-the-hell-cared. Finding her breasts again, the weights were so heavy and full in his palms that he had to arch up and take one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled as she pumped them both off until it became too difficult to maintain the connection and he had to let his upper body fall back to the bed.
Beth cried out, and then he did, and then they were both coming together. Afterward, she collapsed off of him and they lay side by side, panting.
“That was amazing,” she breathed.
“Fucking amazing.”
He patted around in the dark until he found her hand, and they stayed there together for a while.
“I’m hungry,” she said.
“Me, too.”
“Here, let me go and get us something.”
“I don’t want you to leave.” He tugged on her hand, drawing her to him, kissing her. “You are the best female a male could ever have.”
“I love you, too.”
As if they were plugged into the same outlet, both of their stomachs rumbled.
“Okay, maybe it is time to food up.” Wrath let his shellan go as they laughed together. “Here, let me turn on the light so you can find your nightgown.”
Instantly, he knew something was wrong. Beth stopped chuckling and went dead still.
“Leelan? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Oh, God…he’d been so rough. “I’m sorry-”
She cut him off with a strangled voice. “My light was already on, Wrath. I was reading before you woke up.”
FORTY-ONE
John took his fucking time in Xhex’s shower, washing himself thoroughly not because he was dirty, but because he figured two could play at the whole wipe-the-slate-clean, what-happened-didn’t-happen thing.
After she’d left however many hours and hours ago, his first thought had been a bad one. He wasn’t going to lie: All he’d wanted to do was walk straight out into the sun and just be done with this loser-ass joke called life.
There were so many things he failed at. He couldn’t talk. He sucked at math. His fashion sense, if left to its own devices, was anemic. He wasn’t particularly good with emotions. He usually lost at gin rummy and always at poker. And there were a lot of other shortcomings.
But sucking at sex was the worst of them all.