Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [740]
Claire kissed her way around his thick cock, admiring the breadth and length and power of him before she dipped her head and caught the blunt tip of him in her mouth. She only teased for now, loving the silky, salty taste of him. She didn’t want to rush. She wanted to prolong this moment, this stolen night that she’d dreamed of for so long.
When she spoke, her voice was husky from passion and a fresh, kindling need. “Do you have any idea how many times I wanted to seek you out when I was sleeping? There were days, sometimes weeks at a time, when it was all I thought of… all I wanted to do was run away to find you. To know this pleasure again with you. You were the only one, Andre. It’s always been you.”
He growled, a sound of total, unabashed possessiveness. His hands were rough in her hair, hard against the back of her skull as she bent over him once more and took him fully into her mouth. He arched up, hissing a wordless cry as she sucked him deeper.
“Ah, God,” he gasped. “That feels so damn good. Claire, if you don’t stop …”
She didn’t stop. She couldn’t get enough of him, not even when his body gave a hard shudder and his release roared out of him. She stroked him with her tongue and throat, greedy for everything he would give her after so many years of wanting him.
Of loving him.
She couldn’t deny that it was love she felt for him as he drew out of her grasp and plundered her mouth with a fevered, demanding kiss. It was love that filled her heart as he filled her body with his own.
Love that made her scream his name as he brought her to the height of another devastating climax, before he began to seduce her all over again.
The bitch was sorely trying his patience.
Wilhelm Roth fisted his hand and drove it through the clouded window of the Boston warehouse he’d been forced to relocate to recently. Pain ripped through him as he brought his hand out of the shattered glass, the flesh over his knuckles shredded and bloodied. He knew Claire would feel it, too, if distantly, just as he was feeling the proof of her current infidelity with Andreas Reichen.
Her pleasure made acid boil in his gut.
That it was pleasure shared with Reichen made him want to kill them both.
Savagely.
He’d been more than a little surprised to detect Claire’s presence near Boston earlier tonight. The awareness of her had since faded, but he was certain she was in New England somewhere. She and Reichen both, apparently
The only thing keeping him from hunting the pair down was the fact that his hands were full with the current mission for Dragos in the city. His priorities had been made crystal clear by Dragos when he’d exiled him to Boston, and Roth wasn’t about to let him down.
He would have his chance to make Claire and her damnable lover pay. He was certain he’d have ample opportunity to inflict great pain on both of them soon enough.
And he could hardly wait.
He’d been chewing on the fact that Dragos had intimated that Reichen was involved with the Order. It wouldn’t be surprising if it were true. Despite the male’s arrogance and insubordination, there had long been an air of self-righteousness about him.
Roth supposed the male had subscribed to a certain code of honor, even then, in the past, when he had come sniffing around Claire’s skirts after Roth had already decided she would belong to him alone. Never mind that he already had a mate; he and Ilsa had been a poor match, one he’d made hastily in a moment of passion and grown bored of not long afterward. He should have gotten rid of her sooner than he had, but then Claire came along and gave him all the excuse he needed.
Or, rather, Andreas Reichen had provided the excuse, just a short time