Blood Legacy

Excerpt

The hotel room was silent except for the sound of heavy snores coming from a sleeping Ebonee Lane. She lay sprawled face down on the large bed with only a towel wrapped loosely about her waist. The door to the hotel room opened and closed softly as Elijah returned. He smiled ruefully as he stepped into the room silently to see Ebonee lying exactly the way he had left her nearly 5 hours ago. She was a vision of beauty. Even the loud snoring could not diminish her in his eyes. Elijah inhaled deeply as he continued to stare at his woman, feeling the desire slowly creep into him as it always did whenever his eyes would linger upon her for more than a brief moment. He placed the large shopping bags down next to the bed and then quietly set the bag containing her breakfast on the nightstand. After leaving Kenyatta, the two of them had come here to catch up on lost time. However, the night had proved to be too much for Ebonee in her weakened state, and she had passed out no sooner than she had stepped from the shower and lain on the bed. Elijah sighed as he remembered the disappointment he had felt and the guilt for feeling that way, which stuck in his gut like a rusted arrow. Here was his queen, who had literally been through hell and back for him, and all he could think about was sex.

But Elijah had somehow found the strength to deny the sudden and inexplicable sexual urges that he found dominating his thoughts, and he sat in silence, staring at his beloved for hours. But even in his victory over his powerful lusts, he had failed, for every moment that he had sat there had been full of lascivious thoughts so powerful that he found himself growling in the darkness, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, his teeth gnashing, and his erection throbbing. Even now, as he stared at the smooth skin of her thighs, he could feel the lust taking over. It would be so easy to climb on top of her and push the towel aside, enter her…

“Elijah?” Her eyes were blinking as they stared at him, trying to bring the room into focus. “Are you okay?” she asked softly through a yawn, her head falling back to the pillow as she stared at him. Her lips seemed to glisten with moisture, calling out to him, begging to taste of his kiss, so full, so perfectly shaped. Elijah remained silent, his stare transfixed upon Ebonee as if he were in a haze.

Then she stretched. Elijah swooned as he suddenly felt his skin burning as if he were on fire. His eyes watched her body elongate, her arms out wide, the small of her back arching inward, pushing her behind into the air, sliding the towel up just enough so that the flesh of her rear end and her shaved genitalia were bared. His mouth watered through ragged breathing as he unconsciously undressed and made his way to the foot of the bed.

Ebonee held the soothing stretch for a long moment, her eyes closed and her lips parting as she released a pent-up moan of tension relief. The moan of relief was instantly replaced by Ebonee’s sudden exhale of sheer delight, pleasure, and shock as she felt Elijah’s tongue push deep into her from behind. Her body convulsed, her shriek dissipating into a long, drawn-out whine of pleasure. His tongue retreated slightly, just enough to dance splendidly upon her clitoris, making her hips jerk and grind hungrily. “Shit, Elijah,” she moaned with her eyes shut tightly, her fists gripping two handfuls of the bedspread. Her back arched, pressing her shaven mound back to meet Elijah’s desire, longing to feel the waves of an orgasm wash through her body.

It had been too long since they had last made love, and already she felt the first explosion building. “Oh my God, baby!” she cried out as Elijah’s strong hands went between her thighs, each gripping her by her hips as his tongue went into a frenzy of circular motions. Yes. Yes. Yes. Never would she deny Elijah... never in a thousand lifetimes. Her body was still stiff and her muscles sore from inactivity. She knew she could not meet Elijah’s insatiable desire with her own on an equal level, but God, how she wanted to!

Elijah’s mind was a swirl of chaos, driven by a blinding, inexplicable lust. Ebonee was his, and he intended to make her understand that in the most primal of ways. He quickly crawled up to his knees, straddling her backside, lining his throbbing manhood up for penetration. The fire burning in his loins exploded in a wave of immense pleasure as he slowly pushed into her softness. Ebonee stiffened as she felt his thickness dive into her, sucking in a deep breath, feeling him spreading her apart, pushing deeper, and filling her to the point of overflowing.

His intense growls rolled over her eardrums like a pleasure parade, igniting her own fires. Slowly, his pace quickened as her moisture coated his length. Grinding, thrusting, alternating speeds, pushing deeper, hitting spots that sent shivers of pain through her body, he took her. His legs burned her where their skin touched, his belly felt like molten lava against her behind. He was on fire with passion and lust. Harder and stronger his thrusts became, causing her to squeal with each shard of pain.

Tears began to roll from Ebonee’s eyes, but never had she felt such pleasure. His hands groped at her hungrily, pulling her arms back forcefully, painfully. Her body was torn with indecisiveness, longing to give into every deep thrust he gave, yet pleading to pull away from the pain. She panted heavily through her tears, crying out as she gave into her lover, allowing him to plow into tender areas like an animal, terrible and starved. Her intermittent whimpers slowly coalesced into one long howl of sheer, brutal, pain-filled ecstasy. She would be his, completely and forever, if not before, then most definitely now.

Elijah grunted as he felt the change in Ebonee’s body movements, as she gave in to him completely. He thrust into her, feeling her wetness split and engulf him like warm, soft silk, taking his length, accepting the pain. His growls came from the pit of his belly, guttural, animal-like. “Give it to me!” he growled, dropping his lips down to her ear as he felt the explosions building in his loins. “It’s mine! You’re mine!” The impending orgasm triggered his body to react in a way he had never anticipated. His right hand shot up to grab Ebonee’s throat, and his left hand grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling it back as he cursed, driving his seed into her.

Perhaps it was the savageness of Elijah’s lovemaking that sent Ebonee into a sea of tremor-like convulsions, her body jerking as she fought to breathe through the choke hold upon her neck. Brilliant lights flashed before her eyes as she listened to Elijah’s primal grunts and growls. Her eyes opened wide, and she caught a glimpse of him as he leaned back, the first gushes of his love emptying deep into her womb. Ebonee’s moans ceased abruptly, and her eyes rolled back into her head as if she were having a fit. Never had she reached the levels of climax that her man was now taking her to. Later, Ebonee would swear before anyone that it was the powerful, earth-shattering orgasm that had sent her into unconsciousness and not the strong hand that gripped her by the throat.      

No! Stop it! You’re hurting her! The perplexity swimming around in Elijah’s mind as he stared down through his own eyes at the line of crimson liquid that rolled from the wound in her neck where his thumbnail had punctured her skin was unparalleled. Satisfaction ruled out any halting of the union; ultimate pleasure would not slow his thrusts, and domination refused to give in to mercy. Tears blurred his vision as he fell forward onto her limp body, his member releasing the final drops of his love, causing him to shudder wildly.

Lust would not release him. It coursed through his veins like liquid lightning, searing away every trace of remorse and compassion. His hand shot to the headboard; wood cracked and splintered beneath his fingers as a guttural growl tore from his throat, riding the fading waves of orgasm. Eyes slammed shut. Teeth ground together until his jaw ached. The pleasure ebbed—and he drove his fist into the wall. Plaster buckled and powdered, drifting onto the bed like soft gray snow.

He fought to claw back control, to force the lust from his heart…

Elijah rocked backward as the realization struck like a blade between the ribs. His gaze dropped to Ebonee—unconscious, blood already crusting dark along the crescent wound on her neck.

Lasentana.

His long lashes snapped shut. The name arrived as a sweet, melodic whisper inside his skull, stroking his soul like warm honey, promising only satisfaction. Both palms flew to the sides of his head, fingers digging into his scalp as though he could physically cage the madness.

She is yours now, completely and utterly. She will tolerate no other.

Elijah lurched sideways, stumbling off the bed on drunken legs. He groped for the incantation he knew by heart—the ancient syllables that would drag the demon from its hiding place and force it into flesh so he could end it. “Anel… Anel Nath—”

Look at her! Never has she been taken so! She desired it! She craved to be taken by a man! She longed to be filled completely by you! See… behold the glow upon her face!

The words smothered his chant. He rocked on his heels, eyes drawn inexorably back to Ebonee. And it was true—her features were calm, almost serene, lips softly parted in the aftermath of release. Her chest rose and fell in slow, peaceful rhythm. The terror in his gut eased, just enough for doubt to creep in.

“Anel nathrak, doth del—” he began again, voice hardening with resolve.

Silence!