Finding the Blood Assassin [Lords of the Expanse 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (23 page)

Carefully he lifted his head, his tongue sliding slowly over her skin before dropping a light kiss to her skin. “I love you, Jamison,” he spoke softly against her mouth, and when her nails dug into his shoulders, he let everything go with a bellow of pure pleasure. His seed was a hot splash to her womb that had her screaming out as a third orgasm had her pussy clamping down on his cock.

Both lay panting on their bed, limbs intertwined and connected at the most intimate of places. Jami’s head was on Raven’s shoulder, and a grin curled her lips. “Gods I love you, Raven.” 

Chuckling, he stroked her hair lightly. “Of course you do. I make you scream so wonderfully in the most amazing of manners, too,” he teased.

“Thank the gods that you soundproofed our room or your daughter would be in here demanding to know just why her mother was screaming her father’s name so very much.”

“I think my baby has already figured out just why her mother screams her father’s name so much and with such pleasure. She, thank the gods, just hasn’t figured out why her mother enjoys all that her father does yet. When she does we will have to lock her in her room,” he teased.

Jamison’s mind went to that moment when Emily had come in on them. It had been very amusing to watch Raven scrambling for something to tell their daughter. She, of course, hadn’t helped, not that she could have given she’d been laughing hysterically at the whole thing. Looking back, it did make her cheeks warm with a blush, but she’d never change a single moment she got with her husband. “Gods I love you, husband. That was about the funniest thing that I have ever felt in my whole life.” Once she had gotten past the horror that their child came in on them that was. “That’s why you soundproofed the room that very next day, isn’t it? And why you have worked your way through the house.” Because she and Raven had a tendency to want to make love at the drop of a hat wherever they could.

“Damned straight,” he grumbled with a grin. “She doesn’t need any more of an education on that than she’s had, which I think was more than enough.” Of course, the conversation after, as they’d tried to explain that Raven hadn’t been killing Jamison with anything but pleasure, had been less than fun. His face had been a bright red for over a week. Especially since their rather outgoing daughter had proudly run around announcing that her daddy made her mommy scream with pleasure a lot and it was a good thing.

Jamison could only giggle. “Emily is very vocal isn’t she, darling?” Their daughter was as bold as they came. She knew the line that she couldn’t cross but toed it on a daily basis, all because her father had raised her that way. And Jamison couldn’t be prouder. “You are an amazing man, Raven Kato, and don’t even argue with me,” she added as she saw him drawing in breath to do just that.

Huffing out a breath in her direction, he glared at her. “I’m pretty sure that it’s written in the terms of being a soul tie that I get to argue with you over anything I feel like. How else am I going to make up with you so we can have even more mind-blowing sex to strengthen our bonds of love?”

“You know, as much as I want to, I can’t fault your reasoning, Raven.” Jamison laughed and shook her head. “Because I have to be honest. It is exciting to be spitting mad one minute, ready to beat the other person, and the next second be in your arms, having you kiss me and both of us so lost in the passion we tear off the clothes we are wearing just to get skin to skin.” Which, sadly, happened a lot with the two of them. 

“You do seem to get great pleasure from our quick and dirty couplings,” he teased her. “I definitely can’t complain about them either, though. You get so impassioned that it’s all I can do to even slide into your luscious body before coming.”

“This is true. I get great pleasure from them but even more when we are in our bed at night. We have all the time in the world, and we make love for hours and hours on end.”

“Got to love the slow and relaxed loving,” Raven murmured with a smile, propping up on an elbow, watching her. Stroking back her hair, he gave a slow stretch as he fell onto his back once more. “We should go and find our daughter and see what the feisty little fiend is up to.”

“Knowing
your
daughter”—Jami made sure to stress the important part of that—“she is likely practicing with the guards on the training grounds.” At his look she laughed. “Raven, honey, you are the one who told the guards to train her as they would a son of yours.”

“I just hope she can flatten them one day soon to prove that I was right to do so,” he muttered under his breath. “Do you hate me for wanting her to be able to protect herself?” he asked quietly. It had been bothering him of late especially with how much Emily always wanted to learn something new. 

“Not at all, Raven. I love that she’s so outgoing and strong.” Jamison snorted. “Raven, my love, remember how I was raised. Do you honestly think I would take offense at my daughter having the same upbringing?” 

“I just worry that her upbringing is too closely mirroring my own,” he said softly. “We both know how well that turned out.”

“Raven.” Jamison frowned and shook her head. “Raven, honey, she is loved. You didn’t have that as a child. Emily knows that she is loved so very much, and while you are giving her a way to protect herself, you’re also showing her what to demand of life, what to demand of her soul tie when he finds her.”

“He’s going to hate me I’m sure,” Raven murmured with a slight smile before it slid away. “I just feel as though I’m being too hard, too demanding on her. She’s a little girl, and she should enjoy her childhood, and yet here I am encouraging her to learn weapons and self-defense nearly nonstop.”

“No, Raven.” Jamison chewed her lip and then said, “She does enjoy her childhood. Even when you aren’t pushing her, as you call it, she loves this. I know that you haven’t really seen a lot of her being taught because you normally are the one teaching her, but I’ve seen it, Ra, and she loves it. She loves the training. Her mind needs the discipline, I think.” Jami didn’t know why but for some reason she felt as if their daughter would need to be able to separate from her mind, and Raven’s training was going to allow her this ability.

Frowning, he shifted to face her fully. “What do you mean, love?” he asked in total confusion. “I know I’m not all that observant when it comes to you and Em.” He was a self-admitted idiot when it came to the two women in his life, something he’d complained to her often about. “But I really don’t understand what you’re talking about, Jami.”

“She needs the discipline, Raven. This to her is like a big game. I know she doesn’t treat it as one, but it is to her. It’s a big game and she needs to learn the discipline.” Jami sighed and shook her head, “And no, I don’t know why I think that, I just do.”

Raven wasn’t buying it but couldn’t think of any way to understand, so he sighed and nodded. “All right, love, if you say so,” he murmured. Easing down, he rested his cheek to her shoulder. “I just hope she doesn’t think I’m doing this because of, well, you know,” he muttered in reference to his baby girl’s seeming lack of Vampire healing.

“No, darling, she doesn’t think that you are doing this because of her inability to heal. Emily would never think that, darling. She knows that she’s not like other Vampires and that her healing is more that of a Non-Vampire, but she doesn’t let it slow her down.” If anything, it sped her up.

“I hope not,” he murmured softly, pulling her closer to him as he settled back down. Sliding his leg up between hers, he pulled the covers up over them both. “I can’t help but worry, Jami. She’s my baby girl and she seems so fearless all the time, but I know she should be more careful and yet I just can’t seem to want to squash her enthusiasm.”

“Raven, my love, the only reason Emily is so fearless is because you make her that way, and it’s wonderful. She’s fearless because you give her that ability. You give her that confidence in herself and those around her,” Jamison said, stroking his hair in a way that always soothed him.

“Oh gods,” he groaned. “This is all going to come back and bite me in the ass isn’t it?” he asked softly, not looking at her for fear of seeing her howling with laughter.

“She will likely be a force of nature in and of itself, my love,” Jamison agreed. “But would you honestly have your daughter any other way?”

“No.” He had to admit that at least. He never wanted Emily to be weak, but there had to be limits, didn’t there? Sighing, he rubbed a hand down his face. “I want her strong of heart, mind, and body. I want her to be confident in life and in herself always. But I don’t want her to frighten off her true soul tie, either,” he said, a new worry coming to the fore.

“She will be all those things and more.” Jami chuckled. “Besides, if she could scare away her soul tie, would you really want them for her? I mean come on, my love, would you want her to have a soul tie who could be scared away by a strong-willed woman?”

“Of course not, but any male is going to reconsider if the woman that’s for him shoots him,” he pointed out. Shaking his head, he groaned. “Let’s get off this topic, please, the more I think on it the more I see as going wrong. I need something happy and good to think on for a time, like how delightfully rumpled you appear, my love.”

Jamison grinned. “Well you know, there is always ways to make me even more rumpled. I certainly wouldn’t argue if you had the urge, the need and desire to make me as messy as you want to.” She all but purred as she spoke, her body waking in the need she was feeling.

Rolling over her, Raven peered down into her face with a grin. “I don’t know about messy, but I think I might like to get you a little out of sorts.” Shifting, he yanked the blankets up over his head and headed down under them after he tucked them around her shoulders. “No peeking,” he called out just as he reached her feet.

Jamison laughed and then twisted. “Don’t you dare tickle me, Raven. Remember what happened the last time.” She had kicked and bucked out of knee-jerk reaction and broke his nose and blackened both his eyes. “So be very careful as you are down there doing whatever it is that you are doing.”

“I still get headaches from that,” he muttered, his words muffled from the blankets as she felt the first gentle touch to her leg. His fingers stroked slowly up before the damp heat of his mouth moved over the arch of her foot. Moving slowly, he kissed and licked his way up and over her leg. There was a brief pause before he gave her other leg the same treatment.

“Oh.” Her sound of pleasure came out in a long moan and soft breath. “Raven,” she whispered softly as she adjusted herself under the blankets. “Baby, yes,” she all but cried out as he nibbled his way up her legs.

She heard a soft, dark chuckle from under the blankets and watched the movement. His breath on her naked pussy was her first warning of his next target. When he moved her legs over his shoulders, she tensed in anticipation. The first stroke of his tongue, though, nearly had her aching off the bed. If not for his arm over her hips, she likely would have bucked him right off.

She wasn’t going to last and knew it. Every stroke of his clever tongue against her body had her nearly whimpering and drooling more and more until finally she fisted the covers, arched her back, and screamed.

Smiling, Raven licked away every drop she gave and then eased up her still quivering form, his lips and tongue mapping a path over her body. Rolling to his side, he leaned up on an elbow. “That was very satisfying,” he told her softly. “I think I’ll do it again in a few minutes, after you get your breath back that is.”

Jamison laughed and pushed at his shoulder, rolling him to his back. “No, I think that my breath is back and I am determined to taste you now.” Tugging the blanket up, she gave him a slight smile. “No peeking,” she teased as she disappeared under the blanket just as he had.

Chuckling at her mirroring of his words, Raven stretched and then settled with his arms behind his head. “Well, at least you don’t have to worry about getting a knee to the nose,” he teased her. He wasn’t in the least ticklish.

Jamison worked her way down his body, her breath pausing at his cock for so long he was tense in anticipation. Then she kept moving down, the brush of her hair over his skin causing him to shiver. Light kisses and nibbles at his ankles had him smiling. He could feel her working her way up his legs until she teased the back side of his knee with her tongue and moved up once more.

Trying to hold still under her gentle tormenting, Raven just couldn’t and found himself squirming about. “You are a cruel woman, Jami,” he teased her with a groan of need as she scraped her teeth over his inner thigh. Holding his breath, he waited to see what she’d do with where she was.

Sitting between his legs, Jami smiled and spread his legs wider. Lying on the mattress she looked up at the object that made her whole body splinter more than once and smiled. “I’m going to taste you,” she whispered. Not because she didn’t want him to know more than she couldn’t seem to form loud enough words.

“Oh gods.” His groan had her smiling. A faint creaking noise had her peeking out of the sheets briefly to see his hands clutching at the headboard in a death grip.

Ducking back down, she took his cock in hand, gently rubbing her thumb to the underside of the broad head. Rubbing the small drop of pre-cum around, she leaned in to gently close her lips around one of his balls, sucking lightly and letting out a throaty moan.

She felt his whole body jerk. “Jamison.” His voice was guttural, her name a pray and a curse all in one. It was rather empowering really.