Page 105 of Blood of Vengeance

“In the spirit of not keeping things from you, there’s more,” he said, breaking apart from our kiss but still rocking his hips into mine. “The bites link us emotionally, too.”

I grabbed his hand and dragged it between my legs. Needing his touch. Wanting so much to stop talking already. “What does that mean?”

He groaned as he slipped a finger inside me, both of us sighing at the contact. “Fuck, baby. I can’t think and finger-fuck you at the same time.”

“Try.”

He growled deep and low, filling me with another finger and rocking his hand against me until he had me panting and clinging to his arms.

“Like now—right now—I can feel your pleasure. Your happiness. That bite left a little bit of me inside you?—”

“Fuck.” I arched into him, my muscles clenching at the pleasure running through me. My pussy feeling so wet and stretched by his hand. “I want a big bit of you inside me.”

He nipped at my lips, growling. “Naughty girl. You asked the question, let me answer. Then you can have every inch of me.”

I sighed, spreading my legs wider so he could have better access to me even as I said, “Fine. Emotions—linked by them.”

“Right, linked. I can feel yours. Not as strongly as if we had completed the bites, but enough to know your emotional extremes.” He leaned closer, kissing the bite on my neck again as he pressed his palm against my clit. Slowing his movements as he whispered, “It broke my heart knowing how sad you’ve been and not being able to fix it.”

I threw my leg over his hip, pulling him on top of me. Needing to feel his weight. He pulled his hand from between my legs and notched his hips to mine. So close to filling me. So ready to bring us both together.

“I needed you to make the first move,” I said, my voice hoarse and soft. Weak.

He nodded against my forehead. “I know. Zella told Cutter, who told me. I had been trying to give you the space you’d asked for.”

“I know, but I didn’t actually want space. I’m just an idiot who couldn’t pull my own head out of my ass.”

“Don’t talk about my mate that way.” He slid inside me, pressing deep with a groan that I felt all the way through me. Filling me and joining us just how I wanted. The slow slide of him pulling out caused my nerve endings to sing, and the harsh thrusts forward made them scream in something close to agony. I was sitting on the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain, unsure which way I wanted to fall. Knowing both brought so much to my already exhausted body. But I still wasn’t done. I wasn’t ready to end the conversation, even though his cock sitting so deep inside me made words hard to find. We had one more aspect to discuss.

“Wait,” I said, bringing a hand to Flinch’s face when he froze. Trying to soothe the look of fear and confusion that appeared there. “So, do I get to bite you now?”

His hips jerked almost as if in reflex, as if he had no control over them, and a low growl bubbled up from within him that he had to cough away.

“I would be honored if you did, but that would tie us together forever. Permanently. My only biting you is an incomplete link, and it would fade over time. You would never have to deal with the loss of it. But if you bite me…”

“It’s us forever.”

“Yeah.” Forehead on mine, he began a slow dance of in and out. Forward and back. Leaning down to kiss me deep, thrusting slower than ever. As if savoring the connection between us. Something in the way his entire body seemed to be wrapped around mine, about him being around and inside me at the same time, left me feeling so attached to him. Needy for him. In love with him.

I had to.

Without asking, without even thinking too much about it, I bit him right where his neck joined his shoulder. He jerked and slammed into me, his growl deep and loud. His body tensing as sparks shot off along every inch of me.

“You have to break the skin,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby. To complete the mating, you have to bite harder.”

I took a deep breath through my nose, preparing myself for what was to come. Knowing this would be it—we would be bonded forever. Accepting that, falling in love with the idea of it, I bit harder. The metallic tang of his blood hit my tongue, and my world flipped upside down. Or rather, he flipped me to the side so that he could completely encapsulate me in his arms. It didn’t matter, though. I was lost to the most erotic sensations coursing through my body. Pleasure unlike any I had ever known tossed me right over the edge, throwing me into an orgasm the likes of which I hadn’t known existed. I came with a scream, my entire body tense and alive as every single nerve ending possible sang with pleasure.

“My mate. My fucking mate. You’re all mine,” Flinch said, hissing through his words as he growled and arched and locked me in his grasp until I could barely breathe. And then he fucked me, so hard and fast and out of control. Pumping, thrusting, growling the entire time as he held my head in place with one hand and used the other to grab my ass right up to the point of pain. My headboard pounded into the wall as he used his entire body to bring pleasure to mine, as he gave himself over to the need to fill me relentlessly.

I came again with my teeth still embedded in his neck, only letting go to be able to breathe, but that wasn’t the end. The emotions swirling through me—the feeling of intense love and connection and ecstasy that weren’t my own—dragged me over the edge again. And again. And again. Five orgasms later, I clung to Flinch as he roared through his own release, as his happiness raced through the bond and smoothed all the jagged edges. As we became a true mated pair.

“My love,” he whispered, still inside me. Clinging to me like a life raft in rough seas. “You’re everything to me, and I’ll forever put you first. I swear it. You will never question where you are in my priorities. And I will never—not ever—neglect to tell you something as important as what this moment means to us. I swear it.”

And I believed him. Truly. Not even the club would come before me.

Because his honesty bled through our bond. His surety locking in that promise.

He loved me. No doubt.

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