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

her as she lifted up and kissed him. His fangs had grown so sharp, and she offered him her neck as he rocked against her body, pushing the head of his cock into her by inches. Fuck, he was perfect. Perfect width, perfect length, big, but he didn’t hurt her.
    Garret gripped the back of her neck and plunged his tongue into her mouth, ignoring her offered neck, forcing the copper flavor onto her taste buds. God, she loved this. Loved that Garret the Gentle was giving way to the destroyer.
    Fearsome creature devoted to her.
    Protective creature offering her all of him.
    Mine, mine, mine…
    Dawn closed her eyes to the room to give her body completely to sensation and clamped her teeth onto his neck. There was warmth against her chest—something burning like an ember. The talisman was on fire. Garret pressed harder into her, stretching her and stealing her attention.
    “Oh!” she cried as he hit her sensitive clit. She was going to come again. “Garret!”
    His body was water against hers. Stone hard and powerful, but with the grace of ocean waves as he slid deeply into her, then pulled out, never stopping the rhythm, never slowing.
    When she bit down harder on his throat, he snarled a feral sound and gripped her neck tighter. He reared back and slammed into her. She was close. Too close. It shouldn’t have happened again so fast, but Garret was so fucking good at this. He knew exactly how to draw pleasure from her body.
    “I’m coming again,” she gasped out to warn him.
    Garret reacted by slamming into her faster and gritting his teeth, closing his dark eyes to the world, and now he was the one yelling out her name mindlessly. He sank his teeth into her neck without hesitation like their normal feedings. He bucked deeply into her again, and then he was coming with her, shooting heat inside her, filling her while he took from her. This was the trade, and she loved it. He came so much that it spilled out of her and made a warm puddle on the mattress under her, but still he didn’t stop. With a grunt, he pushed her farther up the bed with his powerful thrusts as her body shattered around him. Dawn dug her nails into his back and raked downward as she cried out.
    Garret buried himself and froze as he fed. A few long, hard sucks, and his thrusts went shallow, stayed buried deep, hit her clit in short bursts as she twitched against him. As the pulsing between her legs faded at last, Garret released her neck and licked the marks there until there was no trickle of warmth, no pain.
    She ran her fingertip across his cheek and smiled at the vivid green color that was there now. His pupils were still blown out, but the color meant he was sated and back to himself.
    “I’ve missed you,” she whispered. It wasn’t enough. She should’ve told him what she meant. She should’ve explained she had missed the green color in his eyes and the way his shoulders stayed relaxed when he was well-fed.
    But Garret smiled like he understood.
    And then he kissed her gently and murmured something in a language she didn’t understand. She could guess at his sentiments though.
    “I’ve missed you, too.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Garret pressed the heels of his hands over his eyes and grimaced at the monster headache pounding behind his eyes. What the fuck had happened?
    He remembered biting Dawn, but then his bedroom had faded away to leave his old house in Norway in its place. Every detail was the same, from Torunn’s herbs hanging on the rafters above and the stack of metal plates near the wash bin to the scratched wood floors he’d carried in and secured one-by-one and the table he’d made with his own two hands. It had been midday, and dust was swirling in little tornados in the rays of sunlight filtering through the window. The cabin had been bathed in shades of blue, and under him had been Torunn. He’d just spilled his seed inside of her. They’d been trying for a baby.
    “I missed you,” she’d murmured.
    And he got it. It was