Page 117 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

Nothing could keep me from her now. The scent of her arousal coursed through the room, revealing that my little slut was dreaming of me. Paired with her delicious, sinfully sweet essence that reminded me of summer heat, violent storms, and sex, I was drunk off her, my fangs nearly aching in my gums.

I carefully slid under the covers beside her. It was alarming how well she managed to sleep through most of my break-ins, especially when I pulled her into my arms and she only relaxed deeper.

Tonight, my intentions were far less sweet. Instead, I carefully pulled her onto her back. I waited for her to wake, but she only murmured something indecipherable, her intoxicating scent growing more powerful and driving me deeper into my own madness.

“Oh, Little Flame,” I murmured. “Vulnerable, and…” I slipped my hand between her legs, growling when I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. “Very fucking wet.”

Even in her sleep, her body leaned into my touch. She was such a perfect, obedient girl when she was unconscious.

I rubbed her clit as her breathing picked up, soft whimpers escaping her lips as her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her dreams melded with my touch, and I felt her body tensing like it did when she was close.

I slipped two fingers inside of her and pumped. Her pussy tightened and clenched around me. “Good girl, Scarlett,” I whispered in her ear. “Find your release on your God’s hand.”

I moved back up to her clit, and finally, I could hear the unmistakable sound of her pulse quickening too rapidly to maintain her unconsciousness.

As she roused, I worked quickly, knowing exactly how much pressure she needed to spill over the edge. When her eyes flew open, I’d already straddled her, my free hand covering her mouth. I bent forward, my face inches from hers. Her blue eyes widened with terror as she came violently and screamed into my palm.

Her body shook underneath me, and my cock had never been harder as it pressed up against her stomach. I reveled in her trembling, her shock, her delicious fear. Her blood would never be more divine than it would be at this very moment, soaked in her release and flooded with adrenaline.

For a frightening moment, I nearly considered burying myself inside of her as I finally sunk my teeth into her throat. If my particular brand of insanity didn’t make me care for her well-being just as much as I yearned for her pain, I might’ve thrown all caution to the wind.

Her thunderous heart slowed, her body going still beneath me. She trusted me—the poor, helpless thing.

I uncovered her mouth and kissed her instead, the taste of her lips a monumental tease compared to the pure sin swimming in her veins. Yet, when it came to Scarlett, I would take anything she gave me. Even if it was but the tiniest spark from her eternal flame.

Though I’d never let her know that.

She loved being powerless, captive, mere prey. And I quite enjoyed being her Master.

This dynamic required I never reveal how out of control I felt around her, or how beholden I was to her desires, moods, and affection. Though the sly thing likely knew it all, anyway.

I kissed her like I owned her. I did own her. I invaded her mouth with my tongue and then pulled back, sucking on her lips and nipping at the bottom one with my fangs.

I retracted an inch. “Better have been me you were dreaming of.”

“You can’t control my dreams, Rune,” she said, always the brat.

“Like hell I can’t.” I thumbed over her jugular.

She laughed, and I melted at the sound. I kissed her neck. When my cock throbbed, my shadows began to leak, and my fangs grew undeniably uncomfortable, I had to pull myself off her and to the side.

She tracked my movements with a frown, turning to face me. “You want my blood.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. It came out a tad harsher than intended. “Yes, baby, I want your blood.”

When she casually freed my cock from my pants, I nearly decided she was one of Lillian’s demonesses right then and there.

“Is that why you won’t fuck me?” she asked, her small hand closing over my length. “Because you don’t want to lose control?”

I was too weak to stop her, instead rocking my hips slightly into her hold. She looked far too pleased with herself, and it made me want to fuck the smugness right out of her. Which, of course, was exactly what she wanted.

“I will fuck you and feed from you when you agree to be mine, officially,” I said, stifling a groan from her tightening hold. “Because once I’m addicted to both your blood and your tight little cunt, I will demand you accept the full protection of the clan. And gods damn me if a single person in the realm remains ignorant of exactly who leaves marks and bites on your body and has claimed your beautiful soul.”

She stopped teasing me for a moment, her eyes widening—the captivating blue depths that haunted my dreams, vast enough to drown in.

“I’m scared that as soon as I give you what you want, you’ll get bored,” she admitted softly. “Or worse, that you’ll change. Reveal that it was all a grand seduction you crafted to capture my vulnerable heart, only to shatter it irreversibly. That I’ll become just as much a slave as Isabella.”

At first, her words angered me—the insinuation that I was the same as the born sending a jolt of righteous fury to heat my blood. But underneath my instinctive emotional reaction, I could see the fear behind her words. The woundedness.

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