Second of the Winterset Coven by T. S. Joyce Page A

his throat. His body was fluid against hers as he rolled his hips.
    She hadn’t worn panties tonight on purpose, and when Garret cupped her sex and smiled against her lips, she knew she’d made the right decision. He dragged his fingers through the wetness he’d been creating between her thighs while Dawn worked biting kisses down his neck to tease him. Garret reached to her back and slid the zipper down slowly, then pulled the straps of her dress forward and exposed her breasts to his cool palms. Dawn arched back and rolled her eyes closed as he dipped his lips to her nipple and drew her into his mouth. He licked her in languid strokes until she was drawn into a tight, needy bud. “Oh,” she murmured softly as he rolled his hips against her again.
    Could she come against his pants right now? Hell yes. Did she want to finish without him buried deep inside of her. Not a chance. Reaching between them she popped open the fly of his jeans and pulled his thick erection out of his briefs. Already, he was hard as stone and engorged for her.
    She pulled a long stroke of his dick and immediately felt his teeth on her breast. For a moment, she considered asking him to feed there, just to see what it would be like, but Garret had other plans. He flipped her over on the bed so fast her stomach dipped. He dragged her roughly to the edge of the mattress and rested her knees over his shoulders. When she realized what he meant to do, she instinctively sat up to deny him. Garret’s hand was there, soothing, firm against her belly as he dragged his tongue up her slit, then sucked gently on her sensitive nub.
    Fuuuuuuck, okay this was happening. Dawn flopped back on the mattress as if she had no muscles at all. Already with three, four, five licks, Garret had the lower two-thirds of her body engulfed in pleasure. He was creating a ball of erotic heat that was expanding by the moment and taking her over completely. He worked her clit like he knew exactly what her body craved, eased off, grazed a fanged kiss against her inner thigh, and then moved back to eating her.
    Ooooh, he was preparing her for what was coming, but for the life of her she couldn’t tell whether she was supposed to be scared or turned the hell on. Right now, this was the sexiest thing she’d ever been a part of. There was no fear, only growing excitement about the oncoming orgasm and the sting of fangs she would feel. She couldn’t even imagine the endorphins he would pump into her system, but she was desperate to find out.
    Her hands in his hair, she grabbed the back of his head and rocked her hips the next time he sucked on her clit. Garret reacted by plunging his tongue deep inside of her. She was floating on a high of absolute ecstasy, writhing against him, chanting out his name. Orgasm exploded through her in deep pulses, gripping at his tongue. He eased back and sank his teeth into her inner thigh as he worked her clit with his thumb, dragging aftershocks from her as he pierced her skin. The transition was so fast she didn’t register the pain until the numbing sensation Garret gave her with his tongue was already working. She was still panting and twitching as he drank, so she reminded herself to relax. Clenching up would hinder blood flow and make Garret desperate. Already he clung possessively to her leg, and his black eyes flashed intensely at her.
    When the last of her aftershocks pulsed softly, Garret released her and licked the puncture wounds until they stopped seeping and closed up.
    He stood up, tall and powerful, muscles rigid. His pants were open and hanging low on his thighs as if he’d been getting off while he’d eaten her. His face was twisted and fearsome, and his chest heaved with each breath. His lips glistened with red, but her man wasn’t sated yet—not after such a short feed. Not after he’d gone so long without eating.
    Garret shoved her farther up the bed and climbed over her, spread her legs with his knees. Relief washed through