Page 117 of Her Blood Revenge

‘That’s how shifters get their females?’ she replies. ‘By making them succumb to your desires, or they burn alive?’

‘I didn’t do this intentionally.’

‘And yet you look so happy.’

I force myself to lose the smile and attempt to look upset. I’m not. I’m fucking thrilled.

I love this girl. I know it. I fucking throb with it in every part of me. Inside and out. What I failed to mention is that she would only fall into heat with me if she feels exactly the same way as I do.

She’s unwilling to admit it, and I would rather she hate me for this than be forced to face a truth she simply isn’t ready to face and hate herself.

‘This isn’t your fault,’ I tell her. ‘It’s just nature, Pix. Think of it as medicine.’

I rest my hand on her ankleand slide it up to her inner thigh. My fingers stop at her underwear as she looks anxiously around us.

‘You’ll have to wait. The others-fuck!’

My fingers sink into her slick and starving pussy.

‘This will make you feel better,’ I purr.’ She clenches around me and lets out the most adorable little breath.

I massage her, slowly twisting and spreading my fingers before adding a third, filling up my girl so her head falls back. Her temperature has already started to drop.

I know it’s cruel to make the object of our deepest desire suffer if they refuse us.

But shifter nature is cruel.

Blood witches are even crueller.

She winces as I jar my fingers roughly, an unintentional reaction to the thought of her as a blood witch. Her eyes peer down at me, and guilt grips my heart.

‘Sorry,’ I tell her, focusing on being gentle. ‘I didn’t mean to.’

She isnota blood witch. She’s an earth witch.

She’s Pix.

She’s my Mate.

My focus returned, the betrayal that flickered in her eyes fades, and she relaxes.

She likes pain. And I like to make her squirm. But there’s a difference between being rough and being nasty.

Her scent is intoxicating and driving me mad. My cock strains against my trousers, desperate to get inside her. To claim her as mine. As my Mate.

My Mate… I never thought it possible that I would ever findmy soul mate.

I go beneath her skirts and seal my lips around her clit, sucking and licking her up with eagerness. My fingers are soaking wet and slide in and out of her with the most satisfying sound.

She’s moaning in pleasure as her orgasm builds, and when she cums, she clenches tight around my fingers, and her taste only gets better.

I free my cock and grip her hips before pulling her down onto my waiting length with a firm and desperate movement.

‘Shit…’ I groan, relishing in filling her. She moans and grabs onto me, and her fingers dig into my arms as she feels a little more relief.

I thrust into her hard. A human would scream, but she’s no mere human. Her moan is music to my ears.

I pull out, flip her over on her hands and knees, and slam into her again. Pulling on her hair, I lift her head and smile as I fuck her hard and fast.

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