Page 51 of The Succubus's Song

“Are you sure?” Calum looked at Mara warily. “She doesn’t recognize me like this. Do you think you’re safe?” Finley could tell that Calum was serious and genuinely didn’t know if Mara would cause him harm.

“I’m fine,” Finley insisted. “She perceives everyone else as a threat right now. I’ll be okay. We’ll be right behind you.”

Calum didn’t look convinced, but another hiss from Mara and he relented, mounting his horse and trotting out of the manor to join the others. As soon as he was gone, Mara turned around and stared at Finley.

“Mara?” he murmured quietly, sitting down on Katerina’s chaise. “It’s me. It’s Finley.”

Mara shook her head.

“I’m not Finley?” Finley chuckled, tilting his head to one side as he smiled up at Mara. He might be insane, but he couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal run over his body at the sight of her wildness.

Mara growled, “No. Mate.”

Finley’s face twisted up in confusion for a few seconds until he realized what Mara was saying.

“We’re mates?” Finley was surprisingly unmoved by the news. He already knew his feelings for her went far beyond anything he had ever experienced—this was simply putting a name to the emotion.

“Mates. Mine,” Mara snarled. She moved too quick for Finley to see, and the next second, she was straddling his lap. Her eyes scoured his torso, and he stiffened, watching intently as Mara cataloged every scratch and bite on his skin.

“I’ll kill them all,” she hissed, and Finley shushed her gently.

“It’s okay. They’re all gone now. It’s safe,” Finley assured her. At the sound of the word ‘safe’, some of the humanity flickered back into Mara’s eyes.

“Oh god,” she let out a choked gasp. “I’m so sorry. Shat the hell is wrong with me—”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Finley insisted, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You must be disgusted… You saw what I did…” Mara forced herself to look away from Finley as she visibly trembled with the restraint it was taking to keep a grip on her sensibilities.

“It was hot.” Finley shrugged casually, and Mara snapped her attention back to Finley.

“What?”

“C’mere, my mate,” Finley took great joy in crooning the word and watching how it made Mara’s eyes roll back in her head. He realized that it was probably more than a little fucked up to be aroused, sitting in a great hall covered in blood and carnage, but he’d always been drawn to Mara’s most feral pieces.

Finley thrust his hips up until he groaned, grinding his rapidly hardening erection against Mara’s sex. Everything about it seemed so wrong, so dirty. He was in Katerina’s chair, for starters, and she was a pile of ashes, but heat started to coil in Finley’s stomach.

The humanity disappeared from Mara’s eyes when she felt Finley’s cock between her legs, and she braced her hands on his chest. She began to cant her hips in a matching rhythm, and Finley struggled not to come from the sight.

“Come on, Mara,” Finley encouraged. “Give me all of it. I can take it. Mark me up, my love. Give me all your dirty bits.”

Mara didn’t need any more encouragement, and without hesitation, she leaned down and started licking the blood from Finley’s wounds. She kept rocking against him, every stroke feeling like torture as her movements quickened.

Finley was lost to waves of sensation as the heat in his stomach began to expand up his spine. His whole body was tight as Mara’s hot tongue licked and sucked up his entire torso, biting over her sisters’ marks and leaving new ones.

“Mine,” Mara continued to repeat until she was poised over his throat.

“Do it,” Finley encouraged, even though he was certain all the blood in his body was rushing south. “Bite me, use me, please, Mara.”

Finley’s voice cracked as he begged. Mara dug her claws into his torso, sending pinpricks of pain and pleasure all over Finley’s body. He groaned as he felt pre-come streaking Mara’s thighs, so dangerously close to where he wanted to be.

“Please—ughhh,” Finley started to beg again and drowned out his own pleas with desperate cries as Mara’s fangs broke flesh.

Pleasure flooded Finley’s body and overrode all his senses, almost to the point where it was painful. He could feel every suck and lick of Mara at his throat in his cock, and he was reduced to a pitiful mess.

“Mate,” Mara murmured again, breaking away from Finley’s throat with a gasp.

“Yes, yes, all mine,” Finley nodded. It wasn’t the most eloquent claiming that the world had ever seen, but it was soaked in honesty, sweat, and blood—and that was perfect for the both of them.

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