Page 199 of The Cruelest Undead

“Make me yours. I want to be yours.”

When she looked around, she needed a blade made of silver.

“Grotto, help me find a knife.”

The walls shifted and morphed, and when the space above them opened, a sword fell into the grotto and into the water not far from her.

Moving him to the shallow, she placed him on a rock, so he could sit up and rest.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, moving away from him to dive under the water.

He watched.

When she came back up, she was holding a sword and looked like a warrior. Her hair was slicked back, she was dripping water, and in her hand, she clutched the shiny, jewel encrusted blade.

“My woman,” he whispered.

She moved toward him, and with the tip of the blade, she made a cut into her wrist.

When she held it out to him, he grabbed her wrist and began sucking on the wound.

Cerise didn’t even have to offer any compulsion. He sucked on her wrist, and the shockwaves rocked her body.

And his.

She could feel his tongue moving over the wound as he drank from her body, and the whole time, she was aroused.

When she could feel the wound slowly healing, she knew he’d had enough of her blood.

He moaned, his body reacting to her.

Cerise watched him, as she straddled his lap in the shallow of the grotto.

He was erect and his dick was against her. She knew he’d likely not feel well shortly, but for now, she wanted to show him what it would be like.

They were bound together.

They were mated. All that remained was consummating that moment.

When he opened his eyes, everything was changing for him. Now, he could hear her heartbeat.

As he looked at her, she came into focus, and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her heart skipped and she moved closer into his body, so that she could be against him. Instinctually, he sought out her mouth, and she kissed him.

The lust was still there, and so were her fangs.

They kissed, and it was difficult at first, but he learned quickly how to make love to her mouth without getting cut. Then again, the blood between them made the heat go up, and already, he was dying to be with her.

She heard him.

Mate with me, Logan.

He blinked and stared into her eyes. Had he just heard her in his mind?

Yes, this is how mates talk. You can now reach me no matter what time it is. No matter where you are. When I go to death, if I ever have to, you’ll be able to pull me back. We’re one now.

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