Page 17 of A Hunter Born
She felt, more than heard the rumble of a low growl in his chest. The realization was shocking in that she hadn’t thought angels would growl, but it was also erotic as hell, serving to ramp up her need to an even higher level, her core throbbing with need.
Her mouth left his to skate over the smooth skin of his jaw, her fangs punching out with hunger as she heard the rapid pulse beat in his throat. She wanted to taste him, imagined piercing that flesh and drinking deeply from him as the heavy erection currently nestled against her belly surged inside her, bringing her to orgasm again and again.
Swallowing her own growl, she stroked her tongue over the heated, slightly salty skin of his neck, just over the jugular and let out a moan of pleasure as one of his hands found the aching tip of her breast. With a gasp, she pulled back, her hands gripping his shirt on either side of the placket, she tore it open with immense satisfaction.
Firm, sculpted muscle with just a smattering of hair on his chest and below his navel met her greedy gaze as she stripped the shredded shirt from his torso. “Beautiful,” she whispered, glancing up into eyes that had gone yellow, striated with black, the pupils inhuman in the way they contracted as they gazed back at her. Angelic eyes, she marveled, before she lowered her head to lick at the expanse of golden skin she’d just bared, while his own fingers continued to make her crazy with need as they played at the tight buds her nipples had become.
She heard Travis groan and felt her feet come out from under her as he scooped her up and carried her to his bed. Quickly, she stripped off her shirt and bra, eager to feel the press of his hot skin against hers before her mouth returned to his neck as if by instinct. Her fangs grazed his throat and she felt him growl once more, his movements becoming nearly frantic as his fingers went to the fastening of her pants and seemed to strip them from her in record time.
“I need to taste you,” he said, the timbre of his voice lower, altered by his need as well as the persistent near-animalistic growl. Damn, that was sexy. Just listening to him talk dirty to her in that rumbly voice would have her coming in a matter of seconds.
Spreading her legs, she welcomed him with a moan of approval and he certainly didn’t disappoint. His large hands cupped her backside, lifting her hips off the mattress as his lips sealed to her core, his tongue licking with sure strokes. Her state of arousal was such that within moments, Morgan threw her head back with a keening cry at the force of the orgasm that broke over her in waves. Travis stayed with her throughout, prolonging the pleasure until she felt like a boneless heap practically melting into the bed.
But they weren’t done. Not by a longshot. Morgan had barely caught her breath when Travis flipped her over, thrilling her as his strong white teeth clamped with a growl onto one of the cheeks of her backside. “Yes,” she gasped, rearing back as her excitement quickly escalated once more to fever pitch.
His broad palm skated up her spine, fingers spread until they tangled in her hair, gripping handfuls at the base of her skull and gently tugging her head back as his open mouth settled on her throat. She could feel the thick shaft of his erection pressing against her backside and she moved wantonly, nudging it where she needed it most. Both an invitation as well as a demand.
Travis let out another sexy growl as his teeth latched on at the curve where her neck and shoulder met, ratcheting up her own need impossibly higher as that blunt head nudged at her entrance before sliding home in a fulfilling thrust. They both gasped at the incredible feeling, and Morgan felt Travis shudder against her, his hips still as he savored the sensation.
He set up a slow, methodical rhythm, while his hand explored her body from the front of her neck, down her sternum, over her belly, to her hips before making his way back up to her aching breasts. Every breath Morgan released seemed to end with a moan as he brought her higher and higher, her world focused entirely on where they were joined and the fulfillment about to crash over her once more. Her body tightened around him, straining, needing, as the heel of his hand pressed against that swollen bundle of nerves and a rumbly growl in her ear told her, “I want to feel you come.”
Morgan’s orgasm exploded with such force she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her arms shook, could no longer hold up her own weight, but Travis was there, his strong arms coming around her, lifting her upper body against him, as with a shout of pleasure, she felt his own release pulsing inside of her, filling her with heat.
His lips were warm, soft, tender as they skated over her temple, cheek, and jaw. Both of them were panting from exertion, their skin slick with sweat. Still clinging to each other, they collapsed against the mattress.
It was only once Morgan’s breathing returned to normal, she experienced the oddest realization. Normally, at this point with previous lovers, she’d be rolling out of bed and heading for the bathroom to clean up, grabbing her clothes on the way to ensure a quick exit unless she was looking for an encore performance. She was Born after all, and the Born did not cuddle. They weren’t wired that way, or so she had thought. Nor did she particularly like someone at her back as Travis currently was when she was feeling sleepy and vulnerable and yet, she had no desire to move. She was actually enjoying the warm weight of limbs surrounding her. She felt safe with him. As inexplicable as it may be, especially considering that their two species were natural enemies, she trusted Travis St. John. How very peculiar.
That wasn’t the only peculiar thing, however, as she recalled their conversation in his truck on the way here. What had possessed her to confide in him about her mother? Perhaps her earlier conversation with Rodolfo had brought her mother to the forefront of her thoughts and she’d been unconsciously fixating. She never spoke about the woman, and yet, the thought of Travis St. John even partially being of the opinion that she might be of the same character as a woman like Delia Rhys had brought on a cold sweat. She was not like her parents – either one of them. She’d fought hard to escape that life, that jaded, hedonistic existence they both regularly indulged, and while their lives would always be entwined by blood, she had set out to put as much distance between them as possible, both in geography as well as character.
A sharp nip on the crest of her shoulder brought Morgan out of her dark thoughts and had her turning her head with a grin. “Ready for round two?”
Travis groaned. “You’re trying to kill me, vampire.”
Wiggling her backside against the rapidly hardening erection nestled there that put the lie to his words, Morgan made a scoffing sound. “Well, someone’s ready.”
Using her preternatural speed, she flipped around, pinning Travis’s shoulders as she straddled him and teased, “Poor Angel. Did I wear you out?”
He growled, his grin positively wicked as his hips thrust beneath her, almost unseating her. “I’m no angel.”
Lifting, she positioned him where she wanted him and sank down with a groan before she gasped, “Neither am I.”
Morgan closed her eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she rocked against Travis. His broad palms cupped her hips, encouraging her movements before they lifted to squeeze the plump mounds of her breasts. His shoulders rose off the mattress to capture a stiff peak between his lips, every stroke of his tongue against her nipple shooting straight to her core, making her throb, and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
She would have thought it would have taken more time considering how hard she’d come so recently, and yet within moments, she felt her body tightening, her movements quickening, becoming jerky and less graceful as she reached the precipice, her body hurdling over the edge in a wash of exquisite pleasure as she collapsed into Travis’s waiting arms.
Chapter Thirteen
“Five more minutes,” Morgan mumbled sleepily as Travis’s alarm set off an annoying clamor and rudely interrupted their sleep. Shit. He needed to get his ass out of bed and get ready for work but he’d much rather spend a little more time watching the vampire, nuzzled tightly to his side, sleep. God. Last night had been amazing.
For the first time, he was tempted to call in sick just so that he could make Morgan Rhys breakfast, watch her as she did simple things like sipping her coffee as she checked her phone for the latest news updates, and listen to her opinions on what she had read as they ate bacon and eggs. Then, once they were dressed, he would take her out, walk with her around the city he’d come to love and revel in her smiles as he showed her hidden gems not listed on any tourist maps.
The thought was a nice one. Too bad duty called. He needed to look deeper into the recent killings. He’d known vampires were behind the killing of the last victim he’d discovered, had scented vampiric blood at the scene and hoped he might be able to connect it to Rodolfo, but what he hadn’t realized until Morgan had filled him in on her mission was that the victim was one of several and all had been associated with The Order.
It also explained the old man in the alley. He hadn’t been a random human the vampire had picked to satiate his hunger. He’d been targeted, the vampire quickly learning that despite the old man’s physical frailty, the power the man possessed had been anything but. The witches would not go down quietly.
Travis had often dreamed of assuming his other form and grinding Olivier Rodolfo into dust. Unfortunately, his other form wasn’t exactly subtle or discreet, and exposing his kind to the world at large was forbidden, much less making a scene in the heart of the Garden District for locals and tourists alike.
Destin Jourdain, however, was powerful – arguably one of the most powerful witches in the country if not the world – and if Travis wasn’t able to get Rodolfo through legal means as he’d originally intended, the Born’s destruction at the hands of a leading magic wielder might be the next best thing. He just hoped he was there to see it come about.
