Page 18 of Claiming the Dhampir

“I need to hear the words,” he said, throwing Mir’s words back at me.

I wanted to smack that silly grin off his face.

I’ll give him words, Mir offered.

Go get him, girl!

A seductive little laugh escaped my throat, and a full smile spread across Elliott’s face.

“There you are,” he purred.

“You better fuck me, Elliott,” Mir demanded.

I wanted to cringe at her foul language, but I could only smile as Elliot laughed. I loved hearing that heartfelt joy that seemed to bubble from his soul—because of me. Yes, I was stupidly horny, but I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging. I knew it like I knew the sky was blue and the grass was green.

“Oh, I fully intend to,” Elliott said. “After you tell me what you need.”

“I need your tongue on my pussy and your fingers filling me,” Mir said while I blushed. “Now!”

I half expected Elliott to tell me I was not in charge. A startled cry escaped me when his finger plunged inside me and his mouth wrapped around my clit. Within seconds, my orgasm exploded. Elliott didn’t wait for me to come down from my orgasmic high, either.

He jumped off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. His blue jeans slid off his hips a moment later, revealing his glorious body. I nearly went over the edge again at the sight of him.

He’s just as pretty as I knew he would be, Mir said.

I could almost see her drooling, but she was right. His perfectly formed pecs and abs were the perfect precursor to the swollen cock standing proud between his muscular thighs. I could have stared at him for hours.

Of course, he had other things in mind.

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, then rolled me over. I suppressed a giggle that my wolf would want it doggy-style. I’d never had sex this way, but Damon and Kenrid had introduced me to quite a few exciting new things that I totally enjoyed, so I wasn’t arguing.

My sex life had been boring as shit before I met the guys, most of it self-imposed. I had no idea what I’d been missing.

I braced myself on my hands and knees, then pressed back against Elliott’s hard dick. But he wasn’t about to let me be in charge. He smacked my ass, but not even hard enough to sting.

“We’ve already talked about this. Now be still,” Elliott commanded.

He caressed my butt cheek for several seconds but didn’t otherwise move. I looked back at him, to find his eyes trailing my body.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered.

I couldn’t stop the blush consuming my face and neck. The sincerity in his voice would have had me melting into a puddle of goo if he hadn’t picked that moment to press the tip of his cock against my entrance. God, I wanted him. I didn’t want this slow and torturous pace he was setting.

Ever so slowly, he slid into me. I moaned with pleasure. He felt so incredible. Maybe I did want it slow. Or not. Elliott grabbed my hips, pulled all the way out, then slammed back into me. With each thrust, he hit that ever-elusive spot that promised another orgasm. Just when I reached the precipice, he stopped.

“Elliott,” I grumbled.

“Lorna.” He leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck.

The heat from his chest warmed my sweaty skin. I wiggled my butt, trying to get him back in action.

“Stop,” he growled. “When I claim you, we will be tethered.”

“Isn’t that the point,” I whined. “You’ve seen my mark; it’s not exactly temporary.”

Elliott chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. Do you know what knotting is?”

I blushed. How was I still blushing? “If it’s anything like the fantasy romance novels I’ve read, then yes,” I replied.

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