Mating Fever by Crymsyn Hart Page B

an offer to him.”
    I gripped his hand, not liking what he had planned. “What was the offer? Leave me alone or you’ll find your head disconnected from your body?”
    “Nothing so extreme. I want to meet with him. No council involved. I’ll forgive his transgressions and see if the council will bring him back on if he leaves you alone. The city is big enough for the both of us.”
    “So the council isn’t in the city?”
    Keaton hugged me closer. “No. The members are all over the world. It’s made up of the oldest of our race. Those on the council who live within a city claim it for a hunting ground. Any new vampire that comes into the city is supposed to introduce themselves to me so I can tell them the rules no matter if the master has already told him.”
    “How would they know to come to you?”
    “It’s tricky to explain. All vampires have an energy about them. The older you are, the stronger the energy. Think of the moths being drawn to a flame.”
    “And you’re the dark flame?”
    “Yes.”
    I placed my hands on his chest. I couldn’t feel anything. He began to move me off him when I pulled his shirt from his pants. Keaton tried to push it down, but I gave him a smile.
    “Should we be doing this now?” he asked.
    “Trust me.” I kissed the side of his cheek. I yanked the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. I flicked my tongue down his neck, over his collarbone, and then rested my mouth over his heart. I closed my eyes and listened. Something throbbed underneath his chest. It wasn’t his heart because that was dead, but there was a pulse. The energy that came from him was hot and cold. It was bright and dark all at the same time. My lips worked over the spot while my fingers ran along his back, feeling the supple skin. Keaton tasted of soap and his own unique flavor. I drank in more of his essence. The longer my mouth remained over his heart, Keaton moaned, and his back bowed. His muscles strained from the tension. He slid his fingers through my hair and lifted my head.
    “What are you doing?”
    I licked my lips, which tingled. “I can feel it. I can taste it.”
    “Impossible. You shouldn’t be able to draw in my essence.”
    I swept my lips over the muscles of his chest until I came to his nipple. I took the pert bud between my teeth and nibbled on it. I tasted his energy then. I ran my tongue over the edges of it, but didn’t pull it in. Instead I let my tongue sweep over the hardened pea and pinched the other. Keaton quivered when I stopped.
    “I don’t know how I can, but I do. Maybe it’s because I’m supposed to be your mate. But I don’t want to think about that right now.” I slid my hand along his inner thigh and then over his erection that pressed against his jeans. The large bulge was something I had been yearning to get my hands on for a long time. Keaton clutched my breasts. His hunger for me burned in his eyes.
    “I like your line of thinking.” He slowly pulled my shirt over my head and added it to his. He placed his lips over my chest and began to kiss it until he sucked on my hardening nipple beneath the triangle of lace. I started rubbing his cock through the fabric of his jeans. His fingers slid along my sides and then he slipped his thumbs underneath the straps of my bra. Keaton pushed them down, gliding his fingers along my shoulders. Then he grabbed the middle of my bra and ripped it. It tore open, leaving my breasts exposed. He sucked on them hungrily, taking as much as he could of one into his mouth. His tongue twirled over my nipple while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip.
    I dug into his jeans finding the button that held them closed and then pulled down the zipper. His cock sprung out, ready to be abused. My vampire lifted his head from my breast and captured my lips. Keaton thrust his tongue between my lips so they could meet and taste our passion. I bit down and caught his tongue. His eyes widened. I smiled, but then had a surprise of my