Darkyn's Mate (#3, Rhyn Eternal) Read Online Free Page A

the end of their
first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness
of his touch. He slid her dress free, his hands moving over her
body possessively before he lifted her and carried her to the
bed.
    His body was solid and strong, the
sensations of his skin against hers and his scents intoxicating
her. She fell headfirst into his spell. True to his word, he was
aggressive without hurting her. The nip of his fangs at her neck,
inner thighs and breasts almost drove her over the edge while his
hot tongue and hands explored every part of her.
    She found herself nipping back at his chest
and neck, something she’d never done before. The faint scent was
there, pulling her. She was almost able to catch it before it fled
her again. She tasted his skin, but it, too, wasn’t enough. She
wanted something as elusive as the scent. He eased into her body at
first then made love to her hungrily, relentlessly pushing her
deeper into the haze of pleasure and desire, until she arched
beneath him, her body on the verge of shattering.
    His fangs sank into her neck.
    This time, there was a combination of
distant pain and pleasure as he bit her that almost pierced the
hazy dream. Deidre gripped him, craving something she didn’t know
how to ask him for. He drank deeply. The pain faded once more, and
the experience became too dreamlike to be real.
    He lifted his head, whispering,
    “Bite me.”
    Lost in the heady sensations, Deidre
wriggled and strained beneath him. He pinned her hands above her
head to keep her still then whispered the command again.
Desperately trapped by need unlike anything she’d ever known, she
obeyed.
    She bit his neck gently, not wanting to hurt
him despite the strange dream and hunger in her body screaming to
be filled.
    “Harder.” Darkyn moved in and out of her
slowly, taking her closer to her climax.
    Overwhelmed by the
pleasure, Deidre bit him hard enough that she tasted him. Distant
alarm was overwhelmed by need. This was what she smelled, what she ached to taste.
The warm liquid in her mouth didn’t taste like blood; it was
virtually flavorless, tainted by a sweetness hard to quantify. The
consuming need to drink from him swept through her mind, dulling
the rest of the world.
    “Drink.” His voice was hoarse, his body
straining. He growled from low in his chest.
    Barely aware of anything outside of his
commands, she obeyed. She pulled more of him into her, trying to
identify the elusive flavor that left her intoxicated. He pulled
away, and Deidre’s eyes fluttered open. He whispered words she
wasn’t able to make out then bit her again, this time hard enough
for the pain to piece her dreamlike stage.
    Deidre’s world shattered. She cried out,
body convulsing under waves of pleasure intense enough to push her
towards unconsciousness. He rested on top of her, breathing hard,
as he pressed her into the bed. She panted. Their bodies were slick
with sweat, and she lingered in the afterglow, lost in the heat and
silk of his skin. The effect of his blood in her body was twofold:
she felt it moving through her, changing her, while her mind once
more was lulled into dreamy confusion. One thought emerged, fed by
urgency that was quickly swallowed by cool magic.
    She slept with the Dark One – drank his
blood like a demon might. No part of it felt unnatural.
    Or was it a nightmare only?
    Bite me.
    There was no way it was real. She’d never
drink anyone’s blood!
    Deidre lay still for a moment before her
eyes opened. She was alone in bed. Fevered and shivering, she felt
too weak and hungry to focus well, but the shape of the black
hourglass was unmistakable. It sat on the nightstand beside the
bed. She reached for it. Her clumsy hand missed it, and she stared
at the black sand as it fell towards the bottom of the glass.
    It’s too late. Like her other thoughts, this one escaped before
she was able to understand its meaning. Whatever was working
through her system was making her sick. The dream of