Page 76 of Claiming the Dhampir

I soaked up the sight of her bare skin, only stopping when I reached her face. Mir’s black eyes stared back at me.

“I need you inside me,” she growled. “Right now!”

I grinned. “You’re cute when you think you’re in charge.” I had no intention of letting her rush me.

“Damn it! Why won’t anyone let me be the boss?”

I laughed, then leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. She groaned and gripped the blankets. She might be complaining, but she clearly loved being teased. I nipped the skin on her other thigh, drawing a tiny pebble of blood, then licked it clean. Her essence tickled my tongue, but the unrelenting urge to feed off her was absent. The only thing unrelenting was the blood flow heading straight to my aching dick.

Maybe I wouldn’t be drawing this out any longer.

Mir squirmed beneath my touch but didn’t stop me. So I trailed my tongue up her sweet folds. A pitiful whine escaped her, and my cock throbbed. Yeah, I was done torturing both of us. I feathered kisses up her abdomen, giving special attention to her breasts.

She released the blankets and slid her arms around me, scraping my back with her nails. I bit back my groan of pleasure and pressed the tip of my erection against her entrance.

“If you ask me if I’m sure, I’m going to slap you, Nathan,” Mir said.

God, this woman! I kept my mouth shut and seated myself fully into her hot core. This time I didn’t hold back my moan.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to her neck.

Her fingers gripped my ass and she thrust her pelvis forward. “I need more,” she whimpered.

“Whatever you wish.”

A soft chuckle rumbled from my dhampir, making me smile—again.

I slowly pulled all the way out then slid back inside. My skin pebbled, and my muscles twitched with the urge to hammer into her. But I knew if I did, this exquisite pleasure would be over in seconds. I wasn’t ready to be done. Not yet.

Lorna thrust her pelvis again, then swiveled her hips.

“Do you want to cum, beautiful?” I asked, resting all my weight on one arm and sliding my free hand between our bodies.

“That’s a stupid question!”

I laughed. “I suppose it is.”

I found her clit with the tips of my fingers, then finally gave in to my need. I slammed into her, grinding my pelvis against her and my probing fingers. She gasped and squeezed her eyes closed. I did it again and again, watching her face flush and her body arch, until she finally cried out. The walls of her pussy clamped around me with her orgasm.

My eyes rolled back, and instinct took over. I slid both of my hands beneath her ass, laying my naked body over hers, then pounded into her. Darkness consumed me with my release. I’d never felt anything like the power surging through my body and into Lorna’s. It should’ve been draining, but it was the complete opposite. It was almost like we’d swapped blood again.

Everything around me suddenly seemed more. Every scent in the room assaulted my nose, mingling with the smell of our sex. Lorna’s ragged breaths wisped in tandem with the wind blowing outside my windows. I could feel every inch of Lorna’s skin pressed against mine. But I couldn’t see.

I blinked furiously, trying to dispel the complete blackness. A soft swirl of lavender light caught my attention. It danced around me, almost playfully, zipping back and forth just out of reach. A red glow brightened the space behind Lorna, casting deep shadows across her face.

I could still feel her in my arms, but I would’ve sworn we were no longer in my bed—or even in the fortress. Panic should’ve had me clawing around for a door, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move.

The lavender swirl flew around Lorna and emerged on the other side, completely entwined in a glowing drop of red. It had to be blood. My blood and Lorna’s magic… it had to be. Before I could put any more thought into it, the two essences merged and raced around behind me. I jerked my head, expecting them to reappear on the opposite side.

They didn’t. A sharp, stabbing pain erupted beneath my shoulder blade and burst through my chest. Lorna jerked in my arms, her soft sigh completely unexpected. Hadn’t she experienced the same pain?

The darkness fell away, leaving me in bed with Lorna still wrapped in my arms. I rolled off her, searching her body for injuries. My eyes got stuck on the new tattoo softly pulsing on her chest. A deep red heart—the kind teenagers use as emojis, not the anatomically correct kind—with a drop of blood falling from the pointed end, sat above the other three runes. I almost scoffed at the ridiculous mark.

I fell back and rubbed my hands across my face. She wouldn’t be the only one with a new mark, though. I jerked my hands from my face and looked at my own chest. A tiny, midnight blue bird blinked its lavender eyes at me. A feeling of contentedness radiated from it.

“Sorry,” Lorna mumbled. “I forgot to mention the pocket realm thing.”

I pulled my attention away from my new mark and looked over at her. I didn’t care about the pocket realm. I was more concerned about the corny symbol I’d left on her body.

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