Page 63 of The Blood Moon Oath

As my hands roam over her body, my mind flashes back to the way she teased me earlier, how she’s been toying with me the entire time. She’s had the power, made mechaseher, and now, with her choice made, I’m taking it all back.

I lower her onto the bed, my hands gripping her hips as she falls into the sheets, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face. She’s still in control, in a way, but I can feel it—the shift in power is mine now.

This moment? This is ours.

I lean down to whisper in her ear, my lips brushing against her skin. “You’ll remember me, little huntress. Every second. Every touch. I’ll make sure of it.”

Chapter

Thirty-Three

SABLE

His words send shivers down my spine as he lowers me onto the plush velvet of his bed. The room spins around me, heavy with anticipation and the heady scent of his magic. My heart races, pounding in my chest like a wild animal desperate to break free.

I look up at Kael, his piercing gaze holding mine captive. In that moment, I'm acutely aware of every inch of our bodies touching - the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscles beneath, the way my curves fit perfectly into the contours of his form. It's intoxicating, almost overwhelming.

His fingers trail along my jawline, tilting my face up towards his. "You're so beautiful, Sable," he murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. "I've wanted you since the moment we met."

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. His proximity issuffocating, yet I crave more. Crave the sensation of his lips on mine, his body moving inside mine.

"Take me," I whisper, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. "Claim me completely."

With a low growl, Kael captures my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, stroking against mine with a dominance that leaves me weak in the knees. I moan into the kiss, arching my back to press my breasts against his chest.

His hands roam over my body, mapping every curve and valley with a possessive intensity. Fingers dance across my nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before trailing lower.

I gasp as his hand finds the warmth between my thighs, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my veins. "You're so wet already," he groans, his thumb rubbing circles against my aching core. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

I shake my head, lost in a haze of desire. "Show me," I plead, my hips bucking involuntarily against his palm. "Teach me everything."

I lay there, exposed and trembling, as Kael's eyes drink in the sight of me. His gaze is molten, consuming, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. I've never felt so seen, so desired.

He kneels between my legs, his large hands spreading my thighs wide apart. "Perfect," he rasps, his eyes locked on my most intimate place. "Absolutely perfect."

Before I can react, he leans in and drags his tongue through my slick folds, a low moan vibrating against my sensitive flesh. I moan, my back arching off the bed at the sensation.

"Fuck," I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair. I can feel his desire for me growing through our binding. It feels somehow stronger now. Maybe it's because I've stopped fighting this. Fighting him.

His tongue works me over, lapping at my clit with a relentlesshunger. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, building a pressure deep within my core.

I'm panting now, my nails digging into Kael's scalp as I grind against his face. "Yes, right there," I cry out, my voice high and needy. "Don't stop."

He doubles his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips while thrusting two long fingers deep inside me. I scream, my vision blurring at the intense sensations. My inner walls clench around his fingers, trying to milk them for more.

Suddenly, he withdraws, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, he flips us over, pinning me beneath his muscular frame. "I'm going to take what's mine now, Sable," he growls, his eyes blazing with dark promise.

"Bastard," I whisper, but there's no heat in my words. "You should have let me come."

He shakes his head with a smirk on his lips. "Tonight, the only thing I want you coming on is my cock."

I whimper as I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Despite the fear and uncertainty, a part of me is eager, craving the stretch and fullness only he can provide.

"Please," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"It won't be gentle," he says, his dick pressing against me again.

I want nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of me. I put aside the feelings of guilt and betrayal. At my oath to hunt his kind and avenge my family. I can deal with all of that later. Because right now all I can feel is my desire for him and his for me through our binding.

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