Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers Book 3) by Kelly St. Clare

Author:Kelly St. Clare [St. Clare, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-29T18:30:00+00:00

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My feet hooked around his ass as I helped his slow thrusts into me.

Our gazes were locked. Nearly nose to nose, sweat slickened our bodies. We existed alone in bliss, and there wasn’t any hurry.

My vampire’s pulses were almost lazy, and I smiled sleepily up at him.

“Mine,” he whispered, trailing his nose from my jaw to temple.

I gripped his forearms as our bodies tightened and we crested a wave that was one of thousands.

This wouldn’t end.

Our world would always be shared pleasure, equal pleasure, double the joy for experiencing it myself and through him.

“Ky,” I breathed, my blinks slow and heavy.

“Mate.”

He stayed inside me, rolling us to the side. My mouth was tender, and so his kiss was whisper soft.

Kyros tilted my chin, and I frowned at him, shivering as the fire surrounding me edged away.

I blinked at the loss of it, exhaling shakily with my sudden terror.

“There’s nothing to fear, my beauty. The thrall is ending,” he said, kissing my forehead.

The thrall?

I frowned as the last of the mindless fire drained away. Pushing up, I peered around us.

I gasped.

Oh my god. The thrall!

“Is there anything left?” he rasped, not budging his focus from my face.

I glanced down. We were on top of blankets on the floor. “The sofa. Thank you.”

Kyros snorted.

My jaw dropped as I glanced around. Because I remembered everything this time.

Every. Single. Thing.

What was I supposed to say after three days of mind-blowing sex with a vampire? “I didn’t black out.”

He eyed me. “You didn’t?”

I shook my head. Sex in the shower, on the dresser, the bed, the walls, the kitchen bench, and the mirror. It was all there. “How am I still standing?”

“You’re not,” he drawled.

Someone was feeling proud of himself.

Honestly? He should.

He brushed his thumb along my collarbone, eliciting a sigh. “You heal faster now, and I helped you a few times, if you recall.”

Blood flooded my cheeks. “I recall.”

“Thought you might.”

I shifted, and my eyes widened. “You’re still inside me!”

Kyros peered down. “So I am.”

I choked on a laugh.

He pulled free, and I did my best not to acknowledge the mounting heat in my cheeks as he did. We’d never done this part before—the immediately after sex part.

He cradled me in his arms, holding me tight.

“I don’t want to stand in case I can’t,” I admitted after a few minutes.

“I’m not sure I can manage it either.”

“Wait, you’re saying I wore your ass out?”

“I already knew you were creative, vixen. That quality extends to the bedroom.”

Grunting, he got to his feet with me in tow and weaved toward the bathroom.

Kyros really couldn’t walk. My body shook as he leaned against the tiled wall in the shower and slid to the ground.

“Would you rather walk?” he asked, setting me on the tiles beside him. We’d broken the shower partition and the mirror. Damn.

I reached up and turned the shower on in answer.

Tried to.

My jaw dropped as the handle came away in my hand. “Shit. I broke the shower.”

Kyros grinned. “Well, we’re fucked because I can’t walk any farther.

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