Hero: Rykr. The descendant of two Gods and a Guardian of Earth. Cursed with demons. Fated mate of Lucy. Obscenely tall according to the cover of the book.
Heroine: Lucy. Older than Rykr and makes him wait ten years to come for her – so he can experience life. But their mating bond is strong – and when danger starts to come for her, Rykr can’t stay away……
“Kiss me, Rykr.”
The sound from his throat was primal and wild. Suddenly, he grabbed her waist and lifted her, pressing his body even closer to hers.
Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, and she gasped against his mouth. The kiss was hard, meant to punish her, and she let him, gladly accepting all of him, even his anger. He had never hurt her, and she knew he never would. She submitted eagerly, understanding the fury came from fear for her.
She sought his mind with hers, wanting even more of that connection. Love me, Rykr.
He groaned into the telepathic bond quickly solidifying between them. I’ve never fucking stopped.
The vibration of his voice in her mind and the torment she detected there were enough that she pulled him closer, desperate for his touch. All of him. His thumbs circled against her hips as he held her up. She felt his thick cock pulse between them, throbbing against her clit. Groaning, she tightened her legs, straining for more contact.
So much heat burned between them she thought the door at her back might turn into ash.
With a blast of speed, he moved. Hard wood was replaced with soft bedding, and he was above her, devouring her lips. One of his strong hands gripped her hip and the other tugged on her hair. His mouth left hers only to trail down her neck.
She tilted her head, moaning and writhing beneath his weight. The beast in her demanded it harder, needed him to unleash his control. “More. I need more, Rykr.”
His lips slid over her shoulder and nipped. Her beast went crazy, and then his tongue was on the tattooed flowers. He lifted her arm to kiss the sensitive flesh on the inside. Gooseflesh rose all over her skin. It was torture. He was going too damned slow while both of them vibrated with pent-up desire. She pushed with all her Immortal strength, but he didn’t budge. He only gave her more of his weight, pressing her deeper into the bedding, grinding against her clit. There was no controlling her whimper.
Her nails clawed into his back as she pulled him closer. More. Her animal was wild inside her, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips against his hard length. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
You started this. Now fight for my cock.