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She had thought her first orgasm was harsh, but the second one made her scream. “Harder,” she begged. “More.”

Elijah gave her what she wanted and then so much more. She could hear her cunt sucking him back in on every upstroke, could smell the scent of their combined arousal as he impaled her with his long, thick, black cock. He pounded into her pussy again and again and again and…

He roared as he spurted, no longer able to hold himself back. His jaw clenched and his muscles tensed as his cock spewed like a geyser inside her cunt. Tara threw her hips back at him, squeezing him with her pussy to extract every pearly droplet of semen from his cock.

They lay there joined for stolen minutes, their breathing harsh and choppy, their bodies not wanting to part. He made no move to climb off her and she never once considered moving away from him. Forever they had waited for this moment—she feared it would take just as long before an eve like this between them would ever happen again.

“I love you, Tara,” Elijah at last murmured as he bent his neck to kiss her. “Do not ever leave me again. Vow it.”

She ran her hand over his face, the stubble there somehow comforting. “I wish I could,” she whispered. Sweet Cyrus she felt close to crying. She had to pause for a moment in her words to keep from disgracing herself. Even then, her voice still shook a little. “I would give anything that we could live out our lives as a normal couple.”

Elijah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, they simply stared at each other for a long moment.

“I will not claim you until you come to me willingly,” he said softly. He smiled. “I give you one hour to come to me willingly.”

Tara smiled back—the first real smile she’d entertained in years. “A whole hour?” she laughed. “I—”

The delight on her face faded as Elijah’s eyes slowly dimmed and his massive body slumped atop hers. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched his crimson blood trickle down to stain her pale skin. She barely had time to register that the man she loved had been attacked when Patricia Reddy and Kora Williams hovered over her, a rock in Kora’s hands.

“It’s just a flesh wound,” Dr. Reddy frowned. “He’ll live.”

Tara blinked.

“Your daughter-in-law, however, is another story.” Dr. Reddy glanced between the two women then bent to help hoist the fallen Elijah from Tara’s body. “Let’s go,” she said distinctly, reeling Tara’s senses back in to the mission at hand. “Time is something we don’t have a lot of.”



Chapter 37


Nellie glanced away, uncertain where to begin. The worst part, she conceded, was over. Kerick already knew that Abdul Kan was her sire. She wondered if he hated her for it and figured that he probably did. His eyes fairly screamed of disgust. Disgust and betrayal.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She sighed, moving the journal in front of her as she walked a pace away from him and gave him her back. “I should have told You. I wanted to—I swear to Cyrus I wanted to. But when I found out who You were…”

“You lied instead,” Kerick finished for her.

She nodded, her back still to him. “Yes,” she said softly. “I suppose I did.” She clutched his mother’s journal against her breasts. “You have every right to despise my father. He is guilty of crimes against humanity I cannot even begin to contemplate.” She closed her eyes. “I suppose I feared You would think me guilty by association if You knew I’d been sired of him.”

He was silent for a moment. “Nellie, look at Me.”

She shook her head. “I cannot,” she said quietly, her eyes opening.

Kerick walked the space that separated them, gently but firmly grabbed his wife by the shoulders, and turned her around that she faced him. Her gaze remained cast on the earthen ground, her head bowed. “Look at Me,” he murmured.

“I cannot,” she softly reiterated.

He frowned. “I do not hold you responsible for the actions of Abdul Kan, Nellie. No more than I hold My brother Kieran to blame for Maxim Malifй’s vile life. I hold you responsible solely for your own choices.” His eyes narrowed. “Twice I have asked you to look at Me and twice you have denied Me. Why?”

She took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. Here was where an already tense situation would become impossibly tenser, she thought. “Because there is more,” Nellie muttered, her heart racing when she saw him frown from out of her peripheral vision. “A lot more,” she quietly admitted.