Chapter 24

Dmetri found her curled up on the settee in the library. She stared out at the bright sky without a book in her lap, content to watch the clouds drift by. Dmetri cursed and marched to her. She sent him a wicked smile.

“You haven’t given me an answer yet.”

She feigned shock for a moment, then stood and darted down the library stairs on light feet. “Oh really? Hmm, that is unusual.”

He followed after her on hard steps. “Dammit, Christine, you’ll give me my answer—the one I want—once and for all. I’m tired of these games.” She stopped walking to put her hands on her hips, cocked her hip out to the side. The damned woman knew exactly what she was doing because his eyes strayed to those sexy hips like a magnet. He swallowed hard over the dry lump in his throat.

“I deserve an answer.”

This time she laughed, the sound throaty and finally back to normal after the damage Claude caused. She turned around to give him a wink then sauntered away.

“I don’t know, millaya moya. I think you deserve to suffer a bit more. After all, you did get some of what you wanted didn’t you? I’m here in this fabulous house with you. With more space than I know what to do with.”

She tried to slip out the library door but he caught her arm and spun her back up against it. Impatience had him burying his lips at her neck, sucking on the soft sweet skin. He palmed her ass over her damn frayed shorts, then ruthlessly tugged them to the ground.

She made a sound of denial and pushed at his shoulders, but ruined the effect by laughing. “Dmetri, not here,” she whispered.

His hands molded her soft ass then lifted her against the door. “Fuck, I need more hands.” That made her laugh even harder as their lips met in a hungry kiss. Dmetri tried to touch her everywhere, had to feel the soft sun-kissed skin against his fingertips. He found her breasts then yanked her bra away to pull her nipple into his mouth. She might laugh, but he was dead serious—he needed more hands.

Using one hand to hold her up, he clumsily jerked his pants down with the other, and then he positioned himself between her sweet thighs and thrust deep. She took him, soft, wet, and so fucking hot like a perfect cocoon, gripping and clenching as she bordered close to release.

“Give me what I want now,” he said and sunk his fangs into her neck, hips working between her lithe thighs.

She moaned incoherently, blabbering words that didn’t make sense in any language. And he knew several. Her sweet honeyed blood filled him, pushing them both.

“Oh Dmetri, but I still don’t know,” she said sweetly as her hands bunched around his shoulders to hold him close; her sweet little hips rocking against his, seeking, pumping.

He pulled away from her neck with a growl and stared her hard in the eyes, only inches away. She had no room to escape now as he thrust again and again inside her, filling then withdrawing, filling and withdrawing.

“I love you,” he said.

She sucked in a breath, her entire body stilling. Her brow furrowed in confusion or maybe shock and then a brilliant smile lit up her face, brighter than the sun.

She rained kisses over his face before he finally caught her lips with his own. His hands massaged her sweet ass, clenching and releasing as he drilled into her, his seed boiling hot and fast inside him.

“Say it again.”

“I love you. Ya tebya leblue.”

He landed deep inside her and she cried out, tightening around him in little shivers. “I love you too. I love you so much.”

She started to climax, her body flushing, breathing erratic. “Say it,” he growled. Her sex clenched tight around his shaft and he was gone.

Groaning, cursing, he held her close, pumping his shaft into her sweet depths. She screamed his name as pleasure consumed her for long sensuous moments, and he was right there with her. He couldn’t have stopped it if he wanted to. His cock thickened inside her, then the sweet, almost painful, pleasure seared down his spine and out the tip of him. He slammed deep, shouting, as hot seed filled and filled her.

The pleasure lasted forever until his legs shook with the effort to hold them both up. He rested his cheek against hers and struggled to catch his breath.

“Yes.”

The sound was almost so quiet he didn’t hear it over his ragged breathing. He’d been waiting for the answer for weeks and damn if his ears didn’t latch onto the sound.

He jerked back to see the truth in her eyes. “Yes?”

She smiled wide, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck, pulling his lips close to nibble. “Yes,” she said, biting his bottom lip. “I’ll mate with you.” She nibbled the top lip, but didn’t get any further because he captured her lips as utter joy coursed through his body.

Great moments came and went in his life, but this one, was the greatest. He kissed his future mate’s lips and realized this was much, much better than a belt.

About the Author

T. A. Grey lives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart-pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has two wild cats that never leave her alone and a loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, listening to old music, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she now spends her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. You can learn more about her books at www.tagrey.com.