Hero: Lobo. Skinwalker. Banished from Moonbound Clan for a crime he didn’t commit. When his pet wolf is seriously hurt, he breaks all the clan laws to get her help.
Heroine: Tehya (Kristen). Saved by Lobo 12 years ago after she turned into a wolf and almost died. Getting shot turns her back to a vampire. Now it’s her turn to save Lobo.
She took an extremely hard pull, and a burst of extreme pleasure-pain shot through him.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “How long has it been since you last fed?”
Her only response was a moan and a slow grind of her hips, which dredged up a moan of his own. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, creating sizzling pops of pain that heightened all his senses. He became aware of the way her breath tickled his skin. The way her hard nipples pressed into his chest. The way her sex rocked against the bulge beneath his fly. His hands shook as he gripped her waist, but what he really wanted was to slip his fingers between their bodies, release his cock, and drive into her the way he did in his dreams.
Everything that made him the male animal he was demanded he take what she was offering, flip her onto her back and give her his blood and his seed. But even as he shifted to make it happen, he snarled in frustration. He couldn’t do it. She was clearly suffering from feeding deprivation, leaving her vulnerable and too easily swayed. So he gnashed his molars together and kept his hands in neutral territory as she moved against him, feeding with increasing fervor.
The scent of her arousal surrounded him, chipping away at his willpower—and the enamel on his teeth. Heat consumed him as she rode his erection, making little sounds of ecstasy with every back-and-forth sweep across his lap. He could feel her pleasure mounting, could practically taste it as an electric bite in the air. His heart pounded in anticipation.
“Come on,” he rasped. “Take what you want.”
She rocked faster, the friction and damp heat between them shocking him with its intensity. He could come like this. An orgasm edged closer, boiling in his balls and swelling in his shaft. Nails scored his back, digging deep, and a heartbeat later, she stiffened and clamped down on his throat hard with a husky shout. Her climax shuddered through her, vibrating his body and putting him so close to the tipping point that he felt the cool wetness of precum spread across the tip of his cock. Then she went limp, the sexual storm fading as she disengaged her fangs.
His body still coiled tight with need, he grimaced as he eased them both onto their sides, and for the first time since she’d burst into his cabin, he got a good look at her face. High cheekbones, flushed with color, sloped gracefully to her hairline, and remarkably long lashes framed drowsy, sated yellow eyes that drilled into him not with their intensity, but with their familiarity. He knew those eyes . . . but from more than just the visions. Why?
“I guess maybe I should get your name now,” he said, his voice rough with unspent lust.
Forsaken By Night by Larissa Ione is the 3rd book in her Moonbound Clan Vampire series and available for purchase now.