Page 104 of Blood of Vengeance

I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto my thighs, unfastening my pants and ripping the undies off from under her little skirt before letting her slide back down. And then there she was—all warm and wet and soft, pressing up against my cock. Ready to cradle him and welcome him home. I groaned and thrust upward, so fucking ready to be back inside her. Needing it. But I was nothing if not a gentleman in bed—and I had made her a promise. Two for one.

“Hang on,” I said, grabbing her hips and yanking her up the length of my body. “Let me get you good and ready to take me.”

“I am ready.” But the groan she released when I licked her rudely right between her legs told me she could be even more ready. I settled her on my face and went to town, licking, sucking, teasing that pussy until I had her dripping down my chin. She rode me like a rock star, making sure I hit every part she wanted. Gasping and shaking as I sucked her clit between my lips and growled to give her a little extra stimulation. My girl lost her fucking mind at that point, rolling her hips and making all these adorable mewing noises. I couldn’t see her face, though. Her skirt kept me hidden away between her thighs, which I actually didn’t mind. The setup made everything feel just that much more naughty. A little dirty. Like we were sneaking. A thought that had me ready to blow.

“Flinch, I’m…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but her body went stiff and she groaned this deep, guttural sound. I knew that one—had heard it before—so I grabbed her thighs and got more aggressive with her clit. Sliding two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt so I could feel her come. And come she did, all over me. Shaking, chanting my name, jerking her hips. I loved every fucking second of it, but no way could I last after that. No way could I hold back.

I flipped my mate and immediately sank my cock deep inside her, both of us groaning in concert as I filled her. I needed her to get one more, though, so I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder to expose more of her pussy to me, and I made sure her clit got the attention it needed with every thrust. Fucking her good and hard. Dying as every move made her scent grow around us.

“That pussy’s so good,” I said, growling as I tried to hold back my own orgasm. “You’re just swallowing me up right now. Letting me go so deep. Fuck, baby. How can I resist it? You’re just so fucking hot and wet.” I adjusted my angle and came at her harder, grabbing one ass cheek in a tight hold and slamming her body into mine with every thrust. Grinning as she practically screamed my name. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Like when your mate fucks you rough and mean. Gimme another one, baby. Come on your mate’s cock so I can feel it. I want you to soak my dick with your heat.”

She groaned and arched her back, digging her fingers into my shoulders. So close. I knew she was close. Knew she just needed a little push over the edge. I had to make her come before I did, so I slipped a hand between us and pressed my thumb against her clit, knowing the pressure would be too much. That we would likely cross the line between pleasure and pain. I kept my eyes on her face and thrust as I pushed, not wanting to hurt her.

And when she came, she was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in my life. Head back, hair a mess, makeup smeared, mouth open on a cry that went silent halfway through. Her body clenched against mine, her pussy growing impossibly hotter and wetter as it locked me into place. I followed right behind her, unable to hold back. Dying as that pussy gripped me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight around me. Perfect fucking pussy.” I leaned down and kissed her lips softly, still coming. Still feeling her trembles. “Perfect for me every time. I’m going to ruin that fucking pussy so it only ever wants me.”

Locklyn

Hours later, after more orgasms than I could count, we lay cuddled together in my bed. My back to his chest, his arms wrapped around me, and one leg thrown over my hips. Surrounding me. I couldn’t rest, though. My brain refused to turn off and instead kept circling a subject we hadn’t talked about yet. Which meant I was going to have to bring it up.

“Hey, Flinch?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Tell me about the bite.”

His entire body went stiff, the anxiety rolling off him in waves for a solid ten seconds. But then he relaxed, drawing me close and running a finger over the mark on my neck.

“I was wondering when we’d get to this.” He leaned in and planted a soft, wet kiss to the mark, making me shiver. “It’s a mating bite, my love. A mated pair will bite each other to complete their bond, usually during sex. It’s the ultimate act of possession and passion.”

“But…why?”

“So many reasons. It ties us together as a mated pair, so whenever you’re around another shifter, they will smell me on you. Since you’re human, it will slow your aging so we can spend more time together.”

I spun around, unable not to be looking into his eyes for that one. “It will slow my aging?”

He nodded, looking almost chagrined. “Yeah. Significantly.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I didn’t have family to watch die, and my only real friend was Zella, whose end I truly didn’t want to even begin thinking about. It would likely be just me and Flinch, together for years and years and…

“How slow?”

“I’ve met a mated human who was over three hundred years old.”

All the air left my body in a single exhale. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“So, we are really going to get to know each other.”

He huffed a laugh, pressing his forehead against mine. “Yes, short stack. We are. You ready for that?”

Staring into his eyes, wrapped up in his arms, and warmed by his skin, I really only had one answer for him.

“Yeah, I am. Just don’t keep things from me again.”

He pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. His cock hardening against me. I should have been too tired or sore for another round, but there was no way to resist him. I had missed his touch so much, and I was certainly addicted to it. I couldn’t get enough.

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