much pain and suffering, and had done so when most are celebrating, that I thought it fitting I return the favor and hunt them for the holidays.”
“My second year of training, the picture with the men who murdered my family, dead but with a bow on them—that was you?”
He nodded.
The next he knew, she was in his arms, thrusting herself up and at him. Her lips met his and her arms went around his neck. She kissed him thoroughly and to the point his cock could take no more. With a growl, he tore his mouth from hers, his fangs on the verge of breaking through his gums. “Dani.”
“Take me to bed, Cornell, and make me your wife.”
He knew better than to question her or make her second-guess her choice. He grabbed her, lifted her, and rushed into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He took her to his giant four-poster bed within a flash and laid her out, soaking in the sight of her there before him.
Dani smiled and began pulling off her damp clothing, casting it aside in a haphazard manner. The entire time, her gaze was on him as he undid his shirt slowly. He wanted to rush as well, but if he dared give in to the urge, he feared his demon would sneak in and share in the moment. He wanted this to be just between them. Their moment. Not something where he had to fight to keep his demon in check.
Dani had stripped herself down, in record time, to nothing more than a red bra and a matching pair of panties. Cornell cupped the front of his slacks, worried he’d come then and there. She was stunning.
He paused in his desires, his gaze locking on her right side. There was a bruise that looked a lot like a boot print. That stole his control and his demon reared up and surfaced. His fangs exploded in his mouth and he hissed, knowing his eyes were now solid black.
Dani never showed any signs of being afraid of him. Not even with what she’d seen as a child—vampires slaughtering her family.
She lifted her arms to him and shook her head. “I’m not that hurt. I’ll be fine.”
How had she known what had pushed him over the edge?
She propped herself on her elbows, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She offered a silly grin. “Can you get mad about the jerks who jumped me later and maybe have sex with me now?”
He most certainly could.
Chapter Six
Vampired-up
Dani couldn’t tear her gaze from Cornell’s torso. Every ounce of him was sculpted, and with his pale skin, he appeared to be made of marble. She bit her inner cheek a little too hard and drew blood. Cornell sniffed the air and then jerked back, and she strongly suspected he was about to leave her in a state of wanting, just to be a gentleman.
That was not going to happen.
Dani snaked forward fast, grabbing him in the loop of his slacks and pulling him forward. His abdomen was suddenly right in front of her face as he stood before her. She kissed just below his navel and he tensed.
“Dani, I can smell your blood,” he said, his voice terse and tight.
She kissed his torso more, her hands moving to his hips. She tugged on his slacks. They were already undone and the slightest bit of pressure moved them down, exposing his long, thick cock, nestled in a thatch of black hair that was well-maintained. Dani’s mouth watered at the sight of Cornell’s cock. The man just kept getting better and better.
Cornell touched the top of her head and stared down at her as she took hold of his velvety smooth shaft. She flicked her tongue over his lower abdomen, dangerously close to his thatch of hair. He hissed, taking hold of her hair, tugging softly in a needy manner.
She brought the head of his cock to her lips and darted her tongue out and over the slit on the tip of his shaft. He moved, his hips making thrusting motions that were controlled—for now.
Stark possessiveness shone in his dark gaze as she stared up at him, her lips moving over the head of his cock, her fingers wrapping around his girth. His cock eased farther