Seduced by the Vampire King. Laura Kaye

tore up her throat. She wasn’t even sure what she needed, she simply knew her body yearned for something more. From him. With him.

      What was happening to her?

      A big hand squeezed her hip and Kate jolted at the pressure. He shifted his position again, bringing the weight of his chest hard against the increasingly sensitive nerves at the junction of her thighs.

      She thrust her hips upward, helpless to resist her body’s growing need. The heat between her legs was all the more noticeable for the cold air surrounding them. But the longer he fed, the hotter she got, as if there was a cocoon surrounding and protecting them. All Kate could feel, all she knew, was the two of them intertwined in a moment more intimate than any she’d ever experienced.

      Over the sound of her panting breaths and his wet sucking, she swore she could almost hear something like purring, a low growl of deep satisfaction. The soft rumble added to the electricity building between her legs.

      Around her, the world spun until it blurred. Within her, a white-hot energy pooled low in her belly. Never, ever had her body threatened to go to pieces this fast. It was as if his very presence had flipped a switch inside her. He shifted between her legs again. Oh, God. Oh, God, if he didn’t stop, she was going to explode.

      He whimpered, trembled. Kate shook off the heavy haze of her arousal and forced herself to lean up onto an elbow. His head shook on his shoulders, as though he struggled to hold it upright.

      She remembered the shredded appearance of his neck and winced in sympathy. “You could—” Kate swallowed thickly “—let me sit up and lay with your head in my lap. It’ll be easier for you that way.”

      His mouth stilled against her, but didn’t release.

      “It’s not a trick,” she said. Kate pushed herself into an awkward sitting position, and the vampire moved ungracefully to allow her. His head lolled back onto her thigh, one hand still forming a manacle around her arm. She looked down into his face, burning with the desire to see him more clearly. His eyelids fluttered and sagged as if they were too heavy to lift, and ultimately fell closed.

      When she was as settled as she could be with him sprawled over her legs and lying in her lap, she stroked his forehead back over his messy hair. “Okay, just hurry. You need to get out of here. And leave me some.”

      His mouth and tongue moved languorously against her skin. The sensation ricocheted up her arm and through every vein, spiking the fire raging within.