Page 52 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

I don’t know how, but I’m fucking starved for him. My captor. A male I want to throttle as much as I want to fuck.

Goddess, he’s big.

“Succubus,” he says the name like a curse, but his head falls back, and I smile around him, my eyes flickering up to his.

I pull away enough to speak. “Drifter,” I mimic him before getting back to it, taking him in as much as I’m able.

He tastes like his desire—dark and spicy with a bittersweet note on the end. I lick up and down his shaft, gripping his base in one hand and moving my free one along the inside of his massive thigh.

The male truly is a glorious specimen, even if he makes me want to scream half the time.

“And you said I’d choke on you,” I tease, flicking my tongue over his thick head before sucking him back into my mouth.

He growls, reaching for my hair and tangling his fingers in it before thrusting into my mouth.Hard.

I moan around the move, around the primal dominance in it as he does it again.

And again.

Bolts of pleasure zing along my nerves every time he pumps into me, using my mouth like it belongs to him.

Goddess damn him, it’s hot. It’sdangerousand hot. He’s playing with fire, submitting to his desire and feeding it all to me. I can feel the power in it, the way it’s energizing me, strengthening me. Driving me mad with need.

I dig my nails into his thigh, gripping him as he thrusts into my mouth, relaxing my jaw as he loses complete control of himself. It’s enthralling to watch. To be a part of. To be thecenterof.

“Admit it,” he growls. “You love choking on my cock.”

I moan at his words, pleasure teasing down my spine as he continues to pump into my mouth.

I flick my tongue, swirling it around him as he pumps, and I feel him harden another degree inside my mouth.

“You’re going to take it all.” His pace increases. “Fuck,” he groans, spilling into me as he comes.

I swallow him down before immediately pulling him out of my mouth and sinking my fangs into his thigh.

He hisses but doesn’t dare move. Not while my fangs are sunk into his flesh, his hot blood spilling into my mouth. I drink him down, moaning around his flavor.

I drink and drink and drink.

Until I’m drunk on him.

His anger, his power, his need. Goddess, he wasn’t lying when he said he was more than a drifter, that he was half fae, his blood is searing with ancient power that goes straight to my head.

I pour my own power into the bite, giving him just atasteof what I could actually do to him—which is turn him into a simpering puddle if I wished, but I happen to enjoy the grumpy fuck the way he is.

He groans at the pleasure I pour into the bite, and I smile as I withdraw my fangs, licking his wounds closed before I lick the rest of his blood off my lips.

I’m vibrating with need, both his and mine, and I feel like I’ve had several swallows of whiskey.

“More,” he growls, his eyes dark and heady. He uses his grip on my hair to tug me to my feet, the slight sting sending a wave of warmth crashing over my already sensitive body.

In seconds, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes like the animals we are, him nearly shredding my trousers as he spins me around and presses my back against the tree again.

“Hurry,” I demand, agitated as I struggle with his leathers. They’re hard to get over those massive muscles of his.

A growl is all I’m given before he spreads my legs and thrusts into me so quickly I gasp.

“Yes,” I whisper as he slams home, my body driven mad with need.

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