Page 6 of The Salvation

“Oh, god, Merikh!” she wails as the next wave strikes her to her core until she’s fucking strangling my cock with that tight cunt.

Fuck, I love how she falls apart. Love how she screams through clenched teeth while her ink swirls and ricochets all over her skin, exposing every scar to my eye. At any time, I could make myself come. Pain and need overwhelm my cock, but I command the blood to break against Quintessa again, sending her shuddering and rocking her hips from the pleasure.

Leaning over, my wings tight and energy primal with my lust, I savor her blood scent as she comes again, rasping through her climax. It doesn’t carry the same notes as when she’s near death, but it’s a different harmony that transcends my senses and stokes my hunger.

I close my lips around one erect nipple, licking circles around the tip before suckling it into my mouth. A shriek escapes her mouth, and I growl at her nails digging into the sides of my neck. I sink my teeth in, tugging at the bud, inhaling the effervescence of her blood rushing to the sight, but it’s not enough. Fuck!

Ripping my mouth from her breast, I raise it to her throat. Wrenching her hands above her head with one hand, I use the other to hold her jaw steady. And stab my fangs into the flesh.

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I made a vampire, a king, a god tremble...and breathe heavier.

QUINTESSA

Qora triedto drown me on my 11th birthday.

My lungs burned, aching, dying for oxygen while the light dimmed with the rippling currents more like dark spirits blurring my vision. She pulled me out when I stopped thrashing, but my father still needed to pay a water binder to restore my lungs since I wasn’t skilled enough to heal myself. He locked me in the root cellar for three days for my audacity of having him pay for his own daughter’s near-drowning.

It’s not the first time one of my monstrous boys nearly killed me. I smile to myself when I remember the first time Thayne fucked me or how Kyan chained me to the top of an icy mountain all night. Or where I ended up dying from choosing them...I consider Drago and the Hag’s lair and how my spirit walked in those vaporous unknown realms until he pulled me back with the strength of his restored soul. Not to mention almost getting skewered by Wyntris’s ice.

But this was different.

An otherworldly chill engulfs my skin from where Merikh has burrowed his fangs, but I hardly feel it beyond the exquisite fever shivering through my blood and heating all my senses, liquefying my very limbs.

When his eyes snap to mine, the adrenaline rush starts all over again. Time is measured by my heartbeats—how they massacre my eardrums as Merikh reinforces how my pleasure is his to command, to control. More than any other god, his blood-ruling is absolute. If he desired, Merikh could will my body to orgasm into a death of pure ecstasy.

My climax tears through me like a heated storm. My legs and arms are useless limp weights lingering in the icy water. Despite the cold, all of me is wet and warm, swollen and flushed. Another wave washes over me, crashing like stars breaking on the surface of a raging sea. Sweat and gooseflesh compete for territory over my body.

I should tell them Merikh owns every drop of blood and scrap of flesh.

The vampire fucks me strong and deep beyond the brutality of his crypt. All the tension abates from his shoulders as he sucks from my veins, savoring with slow attention. I can’t quite say it’s affection despite how much he holds me. Like he’s terrified of losing me. One hand at the base of my spine. One hand gripping my upper throat, fingers poised on my jaw, their tips trimming my cheek.

“Merikh!” I shriek with hardly any voice left as my bloodstream roars again. “Oh, fucking savage mercy!” I screech through clenched teeth, bucking and writhing through the orgasm, my inner muscles squeezing around him by sheer impulse.

How many orgasms has he given me? I’ve lost count. The pleasure is soul-shattering.

The God of Blood gazes down at me. Tears engulf my eyes, blurring my vision, but my blood staining his lips is undeniable. Those diamond-like fangs glimmer in the darkness. A windstorm of gasps escapes my throat as I stare at his eyes—at the melted moons inside them.

One cock of his head. One deadpan. One dilation of his eyes. And a single, heart-crushing kiss.

“Come with me, little dove,” he commands in the barest of whispers.

With one great thrust, Merikh slams into me with every inch of that blood-engorged cock filling me. He sends me spiraling over the edge, clenching and screaming all over again.

“Fuck, little dove!” he roars, his eyes transforming into bloated moonlit seas. “My fucking dove. Mi?—”

He silences himself against my mouth. Hammering against me, kissing me, licking me through the longest orgasm he’s given me tonight.

We moan together. We shake together. We break together.

“Bloody goddamnnnn you, Merikhhhhh!”

All his muscles lock up, jaw working hard as he pours his essence into me like liquid fire and ice exploding inside me, possessing me with the claim of the strongest and darkest god of the elements.

In the aftermath, our heavy breaths marry one another. Somehow, my hand manages to stray, to skate upon the cold steel muscles of his ass. When he trembles beneath my touch, I feel a little smile tug at my lips. I made a vampire, a king, a god tremble...and breathe heavier.

He says nothing, but his mouth brushes the corner of mine.

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