Page 147 of Crimson Oath
Her braid had come loose, and her long blond hair fell over her shoulders. He gripped her thighs and slid his thumb to her clitoris, stroking the sensitive point as he felt her sex tighten around his cock.
The moment she started to climax, he sat up, slid his hand along her shoulder, her neck, angling her head to the side and lowering his fangs to her skin.
The bright, pure taste of her blood burst in his mouth as his fangs pierced her skin. She shuddered violently in pleasure as her amnis flowed into him, entering his blood, covering his body.
The fire danced from his hand to the small of her back where it teased the air over her skin, heating and licking along her body, provoking the rise of her own amnis that met his in a steaming kiss.
Oleg drank deep, sealing the small wounds in her neck with his tongue before he captured her mouth in another blood-tinged kiss.
Tatyana’s body was electric, her skin alive with goose bumps as the hairs on her body burned away at Oleg’s touch.
He leaned back, braced his arms behind him, and still she rode him. His erection was aching and ready.
He caught her eye and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck.
Tatyana’s fangs grew long. She licked her lips, then leaned forward, and Oleg fell back so that she was draped over him and her golden hair fell around them, curtaining them as they made love.
“Milaya,” he whispered as he trailed his fingers from her temple across her cheek. “Take what you want.” He cupped the back of her head, sliding his long fingers through her silken hair and pulling her mouth to his neck. “Take it.”
He thrust his hips up, driving into her, and as she slid her fangs into his vein, the most delicious wave of pleasure crested over him; the release of elemental fire singed the silken sheets beneath him before Tatyana pulled the heat away from his body, wrapping her amnis around him even as she took his blood into her body.
They were one in that moment. She was his, and he was hers. The heady pleasure wrapped around him as Tatyana drank him in.
His body stilled as he continued to release, holding her tightly as she fed from him. His right hand rested gently on her head, and his left stroked her back, dancing along her skin as their energy spun together like threads in the wind.
By the time she finished drinking, Oleg was wrung out with pleasure and his entire body was at peace. She licked at his wounds and raised her head. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused.
“Oleg?”
He tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. “Tatyana Vorona.”
“What is this?” She blinked. “I feel…”
“Connected,” he murmured. “Our bond will be even stronger now. If we exchange blood like this again, it will be… quite binding.”
It would be permanent. It would be a blood bond that would last for centuries. She would live in his blood, and he would live in hers.
Tatyana started to move away, but he held her still, their bodies still joined, their blood and amnis mingling, twisting together even as they lay spent.
“I want you as my mate,” he said.
She froze. “What?”
“My mate,” he repeated. “I want you as my blood mate. Not my employee. Not a minion like you said. Not ever. If you are my mate, you will be my greatest counselor, my most trusted friend. There will be no hierarchy between us because your will will be as my own.”
Tatyana pulled away from him, and this time he let her go.
She crawled off his lap, though she stayed on the bed next to him, staring at the wall.
Oleg didn’t press. He waited.
What he was asking was no small thing. It wasn’t a passionate whim or an impetuous decision. What he was asking was no less than a bond that could be eternal and a role that would require her sacrifice.
“Oleg.” She looked everywhere but at him. “I don’t… I mean?—”
“You must take time to think about this.” He sat up and proppedhis back against the headboard. “You are new to our world, so let me put this in human terms.”
Oleg took her hand in his and waited until her eyes met his.
