Page 13 of Rock Hard

I open my eyes and his own glint with blue fire. His fangs glisten in the dim light of the moon shadowing the room. His lips are pulled back in a grimace and he looks demented.

But I don’t want him to leave. I want more.

“More, please, more,” I whimper and he grunts. His hips start pistoning in and out of my body and I tremble, shuddering and closing my eyes again as he grinds inside me so deep that it feels like he’s imprinted on my soul.

“You want more, you’ll get it all, little one. Every last drop of me.” My body moves in time with his. In and out, up and down we move, perfectly timed in every single way.

“You’re mine,” he growls and his mouth finds my throat, his fangs scraping lightly on my skin. “You will never be able to be free of me, mate.”

Then his lips close on my throat and I scream as his teeth sink into my skin. I wrench and twist but he doesn’t break free. His hands slip down to my hips and he raises them, finding a new angle, his dick scraping along my walls until I’m a quivering, jabbering mess.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I groan and his dick jerks inside me, each twitch releasing a stream of his hot release.

His hips slam into me one last time and he groans roughly as I feel one last spray of heat hitting my walls and dripping down my thighs. His back arches into me and I groan, shuddering as my walls flutter and tug at his thick length.

“Yes,” I hiss. Then I close my eyes and collapse on the bed, his weight almost crushing me into the softness of the mattress.

“I love you, mate,” he whispers to me and I sigh and curl into him, exhausted. This day has been so long and I can’t help but sink into sleep, his warmth surrounding me, absorbing into me.

A smile curls my lips and I give in to the darkness.

A whisper in the dark tugs at my conscious mind and I flinch slightly. Dark shapes curl in the fog of sleep and I open my eyes and try to focus on the shapes, squinting.

The whispers get louder and my hand reaches over the mattress looking for Granite’s solid warmth. Only cold sheets greet my hand.

“You don’t really think that he’s yours, do you?” The hissed whisper digs into me like spurs into a horse’s flank.

“Who are you?” My eyes search, trying to penetrate the darkness around me but I still can’t find the source of the whisper.

“I’m his mate. I will always be his mate. You can’t win him, you interloper.”

“He says I’m his mate.”

A shadow moves closer, a winking smile coming out of the darkness but it’s the only thing I can clearly see. The rest is just vague shapes and whispers.

“He’s just desperate. He’s bound by my curse and the foolish male thinks that if he focuses enough on something that’s not real, he’ll make it real. That’s why the idiot bit you. He thinks that will bind you two.”

She moves closer and this time I can see the flash of evil in her dark gaze. It flashes red in the deep black of her eyes, slanted like a wolves. Like a predator. Green flashes from her hands as she lifts them. “He’s not yours and he never will be. He will always be mine,” she whispers with a sibilant hiss.

The air grows heavy with anger and violence, then wind roars around us like we’re trapped in a tornado. On the air I hear her roar, “He’s mine, dammit! You can’t have him!”

I wake with a jerk, my eyes opening quickly, the brief fall to the bed waking me sharply.

“Mate?” A rough voice comes from the dark and a huge gray hand pulls me into his broad, hard chest. I can hear his heartbeat under my ear. Slow and steady, real and right.

My foggy thoughts slowly coalesce. “Who is she, Granite? Why does she think she’s your mate?”

He jerks and his eyes open, gleaming laser-bright as he searches the room. “Who are you talking about?”

I sit up on his chest, playing with a light sprinkle of curling dark hair on his rock-hard chest. But my eyes won’t meet his. I don’t know what to think. But what I am thinking is that he hasn’t told me the truth and that this is what I felt him hiding.

He sighs and his hand idly lifts and plays with my hair, brushing the spot on my neck where he bit me. Which reminds me….

I push up higher and glare at him, touching the spot on my throat. “And you bit me, Granite! Why the hell did you bite me? Does that mean something? She said it does but she didn’t say what!”

He grimaces. “It’s hard to explain.”

I cross my arms over my chest and watch his blue eyes darken to midnight sapphire. “Do not try and distract me, Granite. I want to know what’s going on here. Now.”

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