Page 46 of Claiming the Dhampir

Damon said he would.

Damon replaced Elliott in her fantasy. My desire turned into an aching need. I’d never been horny like this until after I’d claimed Kenrid and Damon. As a matter of fact, my ex-boyfriend was lucky if we had sex once a month. I had no idea what I’d been missing out on. I hadn’t even given my ex a chance to explore anything kinky. I’d been so caught up in my need to … I wasn’t even sure what I’d needed back then.

You needed me and your mates, Mir said.

Possibly.

Kenrid’s bedroom door opened. I spun around and slid off my chair. I started to apologize for not realizing he was awake, but all my thoughts abandoned me at the sight of him.

He stood in the door wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that were already tented. He wasn’t using a glamour to tone down his fae beauty. His lean muscles flexed beneath the faint bruises still showing on his skin. Pink patches marked all the spots where the iron chains had burned his torso. The little bird on his chest fluttered its wings.

I’d kill that fae bastard again if I could, Mir swore.

I didn’t stifle her anger. While I wasn’t onboard with killing anyone, I would’ve loved to see Brance punished over and over again.

Kenrid scrubbed a towel over his wet hair then tossed it back into his room. He must have taken a shower, but how had I not heard him wake up and turn the water on?

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you,” I said, crossing the space between us.

He pulled me into his arms as soon as I reached him. “I deliberately tried to be quiet.”

His cool summer rain bloomed around me, soothing all my anxieties. I hugged him back, enjoying the feel of him against me. One of his hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, pressing me even closer. Kenrid was hard as a rock beneath his boxers. I wasn’t the only one who was horny.

“I’m going to be selfish,” Kenrid whispered. “I want you all to myself.”

My entire body heated at the thought of having alone time with him. Every time I’d had sex in the last few weeks, it’d been the three of us. Me, Kenrid, and Damon. And usually after I’d tried and failed to suck Damon dry. He healed too quickly for me to ever really hurt him, and I was beginning to think he was indestructible.

“Like I’d ever tell you no,” I said, leaning back enough to look at my beautiful fae.

“I’m so glad to hear that.”

He gave me one last smoldering look then kissed me, sweeping his tongue against my lips. I welcomed him with enthusiasm. We stumbled back into the room, refusing to release each other or relinquish our kiss until Kenrid’s legs hit the bed. We only separated long enough to get naked.

Kenrid reversed our positions, laying me down on his mattress. I ran my fingers through his silky hair that fell around his face as he hovered over me.

“I was so worried that I’d lose you,” I whispered.

His magic wrapped around me again, but this time it felt a little different. A little more intense, like the charged air just before a thunderstorm.

“So was I, but I’m not interested in talking about what happened yesterday.” He nipped my neck. “I need to feel you.” He feathered kisses over my collar, giving me shivers. “Just you.” He inched downward, circling his tongue around my nipple. “Only you and me.”

The trail of kisses he left down my stomach ignited a fire in my core. I wanted him inside me, but I didn’t want to miss the chance of finding out what he could do with his tongue. So I dug my fingers into the blanket beneath me and held on tight.

I wasn’t disappointed. He knew exactly how to lick me in all the right places and use those long fingers to bring me to the edge. His tongue circled my clit, and his fingers explored every part of me. Teasing. Touching.

Just like Elliott, he stopped before my release.

“Kenrid, please,” I begged.

He chuckled, then finally gave me the orgasm I so desperately needed. I gasped, riding the intense waves of pleasure for several seconds. Kenrid didn’t wait for me to come down off my high. He crawled up the bed, hovering over me again before sliding his cock into me.

I groaned, wrapping my legs around his hips to give him more. He thrust into me, then slowly pulled back. A smile spread across his face. Not the reassuring smile I was used to. No, this one matched the magic circling us.

Powerful.

Intense.

Possessive.

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