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and Nikolas most certainly did. Jon just didn't understand why.
"Why?" Jon asked, voicing his question.
"Do you not scent it?" Nikolas asked quietly as he moved closer. He stroked
the side of Jon's face then brushed his thumb over Jon's lips. "Do you not feel the
connection between us, Rajaaka?"
Jon frowned. "You keep calling me Rajaaka. What does it mean?"
"Mine."
Chapter Four
Nikolas didn't give Jon time to respond before he lowered his head and
covered Jon's mouth with his own. He could feel Jon's shock in the sudden stiffness
of his body. But then he melted against Nikolas, groaning as he opened his mouth to
Nikolas's exploration.
Nikolas's calm was shattered by the hunger welling up inside of him as he
kissed Jon's mouth. He slipped his hands down Jon's arms then gripped his hips,
pulling him closer. He caressed the length of Jon's back.
The hard shaft pressed against him told Nikolas Jon's desire mirrored his
own. He couldn't be more thrilled at the prospect. To not be desired by his Rajaaka
would be a nightmare of epic proportions.
Jon groaned, his hands tightening on Nikolas's shirt. Nikolas felt a low
rumble build in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he licked his way down to
the soft pulse in Jon's neck and sank in his teeth.
Jon arched toward Nikolas. The combination of Jon's hard body pressed
against his and the taste of sweet, hot blood exploding across his tongue created a
heady combination. And knowing it was his Rajaaka he held in his arms only added
to the desire coursing through his veins.
Using his superior strength, Nikolas picked Jon up in his arms and carried
him back over to the bed. He lowered him to the mattress, moving to cover Jon's
body with his own.
Nikolas extracted his teeth and licked the bite mark closed before lifting his
head to look down into Jon's dark, chocolate brown eyes. He smiled, nearly
overcome with the knowledge that the man he held in his arms was his Rajaaka . . .
the one he'd searched for all these years.
"I want to make love to you, Rajaaka," Nikolas said softly.
Jon inhaled, his eyes widening. "J-Jon."
Nikolas smiled and reached up to caress the side of Jon's face again. He
couldn t get over how soft the man's skin felt, how wonderful it felt to just touch
him. He couldn't wait to feel Jon's naked body pressed against his. The sensation
would be like wrapping himself in warm silk.
"I know who you are, Rajaaka." Nikolas saw the wonder in Jon's deep brown
eyes and smiled. What color would those eyes be when the man was in the midst of
an orgasm? "I still want to make love to you."
"I-I don't even know you."
Nikolas could see the confusion in Jon's face, the uncertainty. He could also
see the desire to give in. Nikolas stuck his index finger into his mouth and pricked it
on one sharp fang.
"You know me," Nikolas said as he rubbed his bleeding finger over Jon's lips.
"You know me better than anyone in the world."
Nikolas growled low in his throat when Jon poked out his tongue to lick at
the blood on his lips. He rubbed against Jon's tongue with his finger then slipped it
into Jon's mouth.
Nikolas inhaled sharply. His cock grew achingly hard when Jon's lips closed
around his finger and the man began sucking on it. He felt each draw of Jon's mouth
on his finger in his cock.
Nikolas suddenly knew his Rajaaka was going to be big trouble for him. He
seemed very oral. Nikolas had no doubt Jon could get him to come just by sucking
on his finger. He'd probably pass out from ecstasy if Jon sucked on his cock.
When Jon's brown eyes fluttered up to his, Nikolas knew he was lost. He
clawed at Jon's clothing, ripping them away. He needed to feel the man's body
beneath his hands. He needed to feel his body pressing down on Jon's. He just
needed.
Nikolas's lips followed his hands. He kissed each inch of naked skin he bared
until Jon writhed under him, small pants and moans falling from his lush lips. And
Jon had the fullest lips Nikolas had ever seen.
"Nik-Nikolas," Jon moaned beneath him.
"Petjya, my sweet," Nikolas corrected. "I want to hear you call me Petjya."
"Petjya?" Jon frowned. "I thought your name was Nikolas."
"It is. Petjya is, um . . . ." Nikolas frowned as he tried to best to translate the
ancient vampire word into one Jon might understand. "It is like lover or mate. It is
the proper way to address someone you are intimate with."
"Are we going to be intimate?"
Nikolas glanced down at the nearly naked body beneath him then looked up
to give Jon a feral grin. "That s the plan." He leaned down to take one brown-hued
nipple into his mouth.
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and Nikolas most certainly did. Jon just didn't understand why.
"Why?" Jon asked, voicing his question.
"Do you not scent it?" Nikolas asked quietly as he moved closer. He stroked
the side of Jon's face then brushed his thumb over Jon's lips. "Do you not feel the
connection between us, Rajaaka?"
Jon frowned. "You keep calling me Rajaaka. What does it mean?"
"Mine."
Chapter Four
Nikolas didn't give Jon time to respond before he lowered his head and
covered Jon's mouth with his own. He could feel Jon's shock in the sudden stiffness
of his body. But then he melted against Nikolas, groaning as he opened his mouth to
Nikolas's exploration.
Nikolas's calm was shattered by the hunger welling up inside of him as he
kissed Jon's mouth. He slipped his hands down Jon's arms then gripped his hips,
pulling him closer. He caressed the length of Jon's back.
The hard shaft pressed against him told Nikolas Jon's desire mirrored his
own. He couldn't be more thrilled at the prospect. To not be desired by his Rajaaka
would be a nightmare of epic proportions.
Jon groaned, his hands tightening on Nikolas's shirt. Nikolas felt a low
rumble build in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he licked his way down to
the soft pulse in Jon's neck and sank in his teeth.
Jon arched toward Nikolas. The combination of Jon's hard body pressed
against his and the taste of sweet, hot blood exploding across his tongue created a
heady combination. And knowing it was his Rajaaka he held in his arms only added
to the desire coursing through his veins.
Using his superior strength, Nikolas picked Jon up in his arms and carried
him back over to the bed. He lowered him to the mattress, moving to cover Jon's
body with his own.
Nikolas extracted his teeth and licked the bite mark closed before lifting his
head to look down into Jon's dark, chocolate brown eyes. He smiled, nearly
overcome with the knowledge that the man he held in his arms was his Rajaaka . . .
the one he'd searched for all these years.
"I want to make love to you, Rajaaka," Nikolas said softly.
Jon inhaled, his eyes widening. "J-Jon."
Nikolas smiled and reached up to caress the side of Jon's face again. He
couldn t get over how soft the man's skin felt, how wonderful it felt to just touch
him. He couldn't wait to feel Jon's naked body pressed against his. The sensation
would be like wrapping himself in warm silk.
"I know who you are, Rajaaka." Nikolas saw the wonder in Jon's deep brown
eyes and smiled. What color would those eyes be when the man was in the midst of
an orgasm? "I still want to make love to you."
"I-I don't even know you."
Nikolas could see the confusion in Jon's face, the uncertainty. He could also
see the desire to give in. Nikolas stuck his index finger into his mouth and pricked it
on one sharp fang.
"You know me," Nikolas said as he rubbed his bleeding finger over Jon's lips.
"You know me better than anyone in the world."
Nikolas growled low in his throat when Jon poked out his tongue to lick at
the blood on his lips. He rubbed against Jon's tongue with his finger then slipped it
into Jon's mouth.
Nikolas inhaled sharply. His cock grew achingly hard when Jon's lips closed
around his finger and the man began sucking on it. He felt each draw of Jon's mouth
on his finger in his cock.
Nikolas suddenly knew his Rajaaka was going to be big trouble for him. He
seemed very oral. Nikolas had no doubt Jon could get him to come just by sucking
on his finger. He'd probably pass out from ecstasy if Jon sucked on his cock.
When Jon's brown eyes fluttered up to his, Nikolas knew he was lost. He
clawed at Jon's clothing, ripping them away. He needed to feel the man's body
beneath his hands. He needed to feel his body pressing down on Jon's. He just
needed.
Nikolas's lips followed his hands. He kissed each inch of naked skin he bared
until Jon writhed under him, small pants and moans falling from his lush lips. And
Jon had the fullest lips Nikolas had ever seen.
"Nik-Nikolas," Jon moaned beneath him.
"Petjya, my sweet," Nikolas corrected. "I want to hear you call me Petjya."
"Petjya?" Jon frowned. "I thought your name was Nikolas."
"It is. Petjya is, um . . . ." Nikolas frowned as he tried to best to translate the
ancient vampire word into one Jon might understand. "It is like lover or mate. It is
the proper way to address someone you are intimate with."
"Are we going to be intimate?"
Nikolas glanced down at the nearly naked body beneath him then looked up
to give Jon a feral grin. "That s the plan." He leaned down to take one brown-hued
nipple into his mouth.
Jon cried out and arched up into him. Ah, a sweet spot, Nikolas thought. One [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]