Page 72 of Hot Blooded

He laughed. “I’ll make you.” And then he shoved in deep, one hard, steady plunge that filled her all the way up with his thick cock and buried him to the hilt.

Her thighs fell open wide, back arching, hips tilting to receive him. She moaned as the brutal stretch sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her entire body. “Oh god,” she whimpered. “Oh god, oh god…”

Amos bent down low, skimming his lips along her cheekbone. “Let’s see how long you can come on this cock,” he whispered against her ear. His fangs pierced her throat.

Amos nearly blacked out with the pleasure of burying both his fangs and his cock inside of Tessa. She cried out at the pain of his bite and her pussy clenched down on him like a powerful fist. He made an inhuman noise against her throat, drinking deeply. As his venom intoxicated her, her snug, hot pussy squeezed over and over and over on him.

He’d never felt anything so good. The taste of her blood singing across his senses while he fucked her—the one person he loved best in the world—was beyond comprehension. His hand came away from her wrists, gently cupping the side of her face as he drank, thumb stroking soothingly along her cheekbone.

“Amos!” she cried hoarsely, again and again, chanting his name like an involuntary prayer.

He felt himself coming, balls drawing tight against his body, the hot flood of his release spilling into her eager body. It was the most soul-wrenching, physically devastating thing he’d ever felt in his life. His vision whited out, his hearing faded to just the drumbeat of Tessa’s heart. His entire body shook with the power of his climax, and when he thought he was done coming, another debilitating wave of euphoria washed over him.

As the ecstasy faded, he jerked his fangs from Tessa’s throat and sank limply against her still-writhing body. She gasped and moaned and trembled as the last effects of his venom faded from her system. Her eyes blinked open, foggy and dazed.

“Amos?”

“Here, sweetheart.” He kissed her temples, her forehead, her lips. “Are you ready?”

“Ready? For what?”

“It will hurt when I put my mark on you.”

Tessa slung her arms around his neck, pulling him in close with a lazy, sated smile. “I like the way you hurt me.”

“Good,” he said, cock twitching, still hard inside her. He sucked hard on his teeth, drawing on the venom reservoirs in each fang, pulling it into his mouth and swallowing it away. When he couldn’t pull any more venom, he cupped Tessa’s jaw and tilted her face to the side, revealing the unmarked side of her neck. He’d decided a while ago that he wanted his claim mark to be very visible on her. High on her neck where even the most demure turtleneck wouldn’t totally hide it.

With dry fangs, he bit into her, sinking deep, feeling the tear of skin, tasting the welling blood.

Tessa stiffened and cried out, arms tightening around his neck. He tried to soothe her, gently stroking her hair as he bit down harder, sinking in deeper. He wanted a thick, unmistakable scar on her. He wanted everyone to know exactly who she belonged to with a single glance.

Tessa whimpered, trembling a bit. Amos hummed, still stroking her hair. He wanted to assure her that she was safe, that it would be over soon, but he didn’t dare pull his fangs out before he felt the claim take.

The spot he’d chosen wasn’t arterial, so she didn’t bleed as profusely as when he fed from her, but the blood that filled his mouth still imparted her vibrant flavor. He bit down more, sinking dangerously deep without the healing benefits of his venom. He was starting to wonder if he’d have to heal this bite and try again in a different spot when suddenly, the claim hit him.

A wave of possessive joy suddenly enveloped him as he released his bite. His awareness of her sharpened and magnified until he could faintly sense her mind in a way that didn’t feel invasive or voyeuristic—it just felt right. Like he’d finally come in from the cold, and was only now just realizing how frozen he’d truly been.

“Amos,” Tessa breathed his name, awed. “You’re… we’re…” she trailed off, clearly lacking the words to describe what they were experiencing.

“Yes,” he said simply.

It wasn’t mind-reading or telepathy. It was just a gentle awareness. Amos suspected that, even if Tessa were hidden on the other side of the world, in the remotest possible place, he would be able to find his way to her without hesitation.

“Stay,” Amos said, letting it be a command.

“Yes,” she agreed easily.

When they’d recovered somewhat, Amos brought Tessa to the kitchen to feed her the catered meal he’d ordered. They spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other, playing and teasing and exploring, learning what made the other crazed with pleasure. As dawn approached, they returned to the bedroom. Amos shut the door and sealed the lightproof shutters before they both went to the bathroom together to shower away the accumulated sweat and blood and other bodily fluids.

Clean and exhausted, they fell into bed and rolled into each other’s arms. Before the sun had even risen, they were both asleep.

Chapter 20

Tessa woke to complete darkness. Amos was still curled around her, his body totally still. He wasn’t breathing. When she felt for a pulse, there was none. It was unnerving, but he’d warned her that it would happen. Oddly enough, he was still perfectly warm.

She shifted slightly, reaching blindly for the nightstand. She found her phone and checked the time. A few minutes to sunrise. Taking advantage, she slid out of bed and groped in the darkness until she found the bathroom door. She rinsed her mouth and answered the call of nature before sliding back into bed with Amos.

She curled into his arms and he shuddered, his chest rising as he drew in a deep breath. His hold tightened around Tessa as he shifted into wakefulness. His purr resonated in the peaceful silence. Without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach and rolled his weight on top of her. His cock was already hard, nudging against the curve of her ass.

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