Page 29 of The Kill

Incorrectly, it appears, I expected her to be afraid of me. Not jealous.

Certainly not possessive over how I get my blood, but it appears it’s not just my wolf’s needs that my mate is being driven to meet. The bond is making Mandy want to take care of all of me, and I’ve never felt so lucky in my life.

“If you let me feed from you, properly taste you, I won’t be satisfied with anything else ever again. I vow not to take another drop of blood past these lips unless it’s yours.” She stares up at me, wide-eyed, seeming stunned herself that she wants this so badly. But I can scent that it’s true. Her body craves it just like mine. The perfume of her arousal makes my mouth water.

Leaning closer, pressing against her, needing her touch, I relish the little gasp that falls from her lips when she feels just how much I like her response. Our hips line up, and I push forward, pressing my hard length against her, enjoying the friction between our bodies.

“And, soon, I’ll taste you while my fat cock is buried deep inside you, stretching you wide, and my fangs are buried in this delicate throat. I’ll not only feed but mark you as mine forever.”

Despite her attempts to smother it, a needy whimper passes her lips, and she squirms, grinding her pussy against me and making me see stars. The scent of her need for me hits the air, and I growl hungrily, dragging the scent of her arousal deep into my lungs. I can’t wait to taste her cream on my tongue, to lap up every last drop of her hunger for me.

“Fuck, yes. Once we’re mated, I’m going to feed from your neck, while I take you from behind, bent over this sideboard right here. That’s going to be my breakfast our first morning as marked mates.” My voice is barely more than a rumble, almost unrecognisable, as my index fingers trail down her neck, enjoying the path of goosebumps that erupt on her skin in their wake.

I rock my hips, seeking some friction to help with this ache, this need, that’s burning me up, but there’s only one thing that’s going to work. “But I won’t fuck you until then, because if I get inside your body, I won’t be able to stop from claiming you. You’ll be mine forever whether you like it or not, and I’m not a good enough man that I’d regret it either.”

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, relishing how my words make her shiver. I swear I feel her wolf calling out to mine, to all of me, good and bad.

Kissing her, I start gently, slow and sensual, giving her time to pull back, to change her mind. Instead, Mandy leans in, deepening the kiss, reaching up to tangle her fingers in my hair and pull me closer.

“Are you sure? This will strengthen the bond, not like marking, but each feed…” Trailing off, I nip at her bottom lip, nicking the skin and groaning as a tiny hint of her blood hits my tongue. She moans, sexy as hell, and licks her lip, staring up at me under hooded lids.

“I’m sure. No-one else,” she demands.

It’s the possessiveness in her tone that does me in, and I grip her under the thighs, lifting her so her legs wrap my waist, and she clings to my neck. Turning, I carry her to the long, elegant dining table, one end completely empty as it’s just set for two. Lowering her down on it, laying her out like my own personal feast, I climb over her and kiss her again, devouring her pretty mouth and claiming it as my own.

Panting, breasts rising and falling with each breath, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful.

“Stay,” I command, as I blur to the door and lock it, pausing for a moment to admire the view of her spread out and waiting before I return to her side.

“Will it hurt?” she asks breathlessly as I stand between her legs, and look down at her. Cheeks pink and growing shy under my gaze, I stroke up Mandy’s thighs, pushing her dark dress up over her hips, tucking two fingers into the hem of her panties. She gasps, her body twitching under my touch and my name falling from her lips.

“There’s a pinch, and then I’ll make it feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” She nods enthusiastically, but then her brow wrinkles in confusion as I tug down her underwear, carefully lifting each foot to remove them, tucking them into my back pocket.

“But… I… where are you going to bite me?”

Fuck. The idea of taking blood from her anywhere other than her neck hadn’t crossed my mind, but as much as the idea appeals to me, we’ll save that for another time.

And there will be another time, because, for me, there will be no going back. I’ll be as good as marked the second my teeth pierce her vein.

Reaching forward, I brush my thumb over the thin skin of her neck. “Right here.”

Leaning down, I kiss the sensitive spot and she relaxes instantly, her hands tangling in my shirt and pulling me closer, encouraging me to take what I want.

Instead, I climb onto the table with her, straddling her hips, my cock pressing against her needy clit. Prying her two hands from my clothes, I pin them over her head and kiss her again, taking her full pillowy lips until we’re both gasping for breath and frantic with need. Removing one hand, but keeping her firmly in place, I slowly trail my hand along her body and down underneath the hem of her dress.

“Tyson,” Mandy whimpers as I stroke over her hipbone and across the soft flesh of her stomach. She wriggles, needing more contact, more something.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her ear, kissing and caressing her sensitive neck and letting her feel the sharp points of my teeth as I tease and tickle her, leaving her writhing and eager beneath me. Her hips rise, seeking more friction as I slide one finger across her slick entrance and up over her needy clit.

“Yes, yes,” she moans, eyes closed as she enjoys the slow and steady strokes, building in both speed and pressure as I figure out exactly what my little mate likes. Mandy’s so responsive to me, her mewls and whimpers telling me when I hit the right spot. When she’s writhing, hips pushing her clit harder against my hand, I smile to myself. She’s almost there.

She grumbles in protest when I stop my even strokes, but her complaining vanishes when those same two fingers push deep inside her, curling to brush against that magical spot inside. Grinding the heel of my hand against her clit as I pump my thick fingers in and out, she loses it, bucking her hips to meet me and thrashing against the tight grip I have on her hands.

“You’re not allowed to come until my teeth are in your neck,” I demand, using my teeth to tug down the low neck of her dress and kiss the soft mounds of her breasts. She nods, looking dazed as she tries to focus on my words, but when I wrap my lips around her nipple and tug, her pussy clenches hard, gripping my fingers tight as she comes, back arched and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Knowing this is the perfect time, I kiss her neck sweetly and strike the exact same spot with deadly precision, fangs out and ready to feed.

“Fuck! Tyson!” she shrieks, as the slow, steady sucking on her neck matches the wave after wave of climax surging through her, pushing her to new heights of ecstasy. She comes again and again, as I continue to tease her delicious cunt while trying not to come myself from just the taste of her.

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