Page 20 of Bloodline Unbound

Caden should have been pissed. Why wasn't he pushing Seth away? Sweeping tongues drove questions from my brain again. Electricity arced from their mouths down to my pussy, wetness leaking down my thighs. Every muscle fiber shook. Every nerve screamed as the waiting release built. Their fingers dug into me, kneading pliant flesh, their fangs coming out to tease me.

Seth slid down, propping one of my thighs on his shoulder before delving his tongue inside me. I almost came on the spot but hovered frustratingly near the edge instead. Caden rose up, a dark power rolling in his gaze. He leaned in, those fangs brushing my throat before sinking like knives into my flesh.

I jolted awake, sweat coating my skin. Caden sprang up and Seth flung to the ground with a yelp and popped back up in his panther form.

“It’s fine,” I said, pressing a hand over my pounding heart. I gulped in air, my body still tingling. “Just a dream.”

HA.

What a fucking dream it had been.

Guilt welled up in my gut. Caden would be heartbroken that Seth had been in a dream like that, even if I couldn’t control what went on in my sleeping brain. I couldn’t tell him.

Fucking hell, Lo. Seth’s voice filled my head. You scared the shit out of me.

I sat up properly and he pressed against my legs, flopping down at my feet.

Caden settled back down next to me and took my face in his hand. You’re sure you’re okay?

I nodded.

His nostrils flared. You’re wet.

Heat flooded my cheeks and I nodded again. Seth made a weird sound, sort of a huffing whine, and an answering growl rose up in Caden.

“Stand guard,” Caden ordered.

He took my hand and his gaze flickered toward the bedroom and back to me. I rose off the couch and followed him, forcing myself to not glance back at Seth.

Caden didn’t have to know what had gotten me horny in the middle of the night. He’d probably assume it was a nightmare, given how my brain worked. Besides, he was the only one I needed to slake my lust.

How do you want me?

“As hard and fast as possible.”

He flashed me a grin before tossing me onto my stomach, hoisting my hips up. He pulled down my leggings, and his fingers brushed over my clit. I knew I was embarrassingly slick. I could feel it as he moved his hand over me, and it only made it worse. I wiggled my ass and groaned as he settled himself behind me, reaching one hand forward to hold my throat while he drove his cock into me. Each textured ridge made me shudder, stretching and teasing as he sank in.

I braced myself on the crisscrossing logs of the headboard, a wordless cry pushed out of me as he buried himself to the hilt. He usually took more time, but I didn’t want that tonight. As much as I adored the slow and methodical approach that drove me to the brink, made me beg and come apart under his focused attention, sometimes a girl just wanted to get railed senseless.

Caden fucked hard, hips snapping, the slap of skin on skin impossibly loud above my laboured breathing. My nails bit into the wood beneath my hands. Hunger snaked up my spine and Caden leaned over me. A deep, threatening growl rumbled against my skin. Goosebumps flared to life as his teeth held me in place by the curve of my throat. Panic and pleasure sang through me, an intoxicating swell that hit me like a drug and knocked me breathless.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped, shuddering as I squirmed, and found myself unable to gain an inch without risking the points of his fangs.

He reached around and it took only a few strokes of my clit to send me over the edge.

Caden held me immobile, hips snapping against me as he came. My whole body pulsed to the beat of my orgasm before he lowered me to the bed as it tapered off. I shivered as he wrapped around me, his mouth teasing up my throat.

Better?

I let out a contented hum and snuggled closer. I should go wash up, but my limbs felt like lead and I had no great desire to move.

If Caden could keep fucking me like this, I’d probably forget we were being hunted. An impatient whine sounded from the main room now that we’d gone quiet. Heat flushed my cheeks.

Seth had definitely heard us.

I hadn’t been remotely quiet and somehow I wasn’t upset about it. I should have been, or at least embarrassed, but as I waited for the emotion to surface, it lay silent.

I pulled on one of the robes provided—a cozy flannel—and slipped out of the bedroom towards the bathroom to shower. I caught Seth’s gaze as I crossed the brief distance and tried to ignore the rush of heat those panther eyes invoked.

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