Page 37 of Eternally Yours

He hiked an eyebrow and gasped as I reached down below his waist and cupped his dick in my hand over his sweats. The fullness of him was dizzying. It dwarfed what I’d seen in my dream. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to beg me to let you kiss me.”

His breath caught and that was all I needed to know. He hadn’t expected me to call him out on his challenge.

Yeah, I have gifts too, Vampy.

And I didn’t need to be a vampire to use them. “I distinctly remember you asking if I wanted you to fuck me.” I drew even closer, causing him to lean back on the couch. Straddling him, I brought my lips to his ear and said, “Well guess what, Nic? I do.”

The hard ridge of his cock twitched against my center, spurring a sexual tingle that radiated from my groin to all my extremities. Nic’s hands grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh in such a possessive manner it fired up my inner beast. I gyrated on top of him, images of my first dream running vividly through my mind.

Peering deep into his eyes, I watched as they turned entirely black and his fangs descended. Fuck. I’d woken up the animal inside him and there was zero doubt in my mind he wanted to play with mine.

“What are you doing to me, Beastie?” he said breathlessly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my lips.

If he wanted a beast, I’d show him one.

When his thumb took another sweep over my lower lip, I quickly opened my mouth and bit down, my fang nicking his skin. He hissed from the sharp sting, but when he went to pull away, I snatched his hand and drew the finger fully into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the wound, lapping at the warm blood, and savoring the taste before it healed over.

I watched his eyes widen as I licked and sucked on his finger, knowing well that what he was imagining was me sucking on his cock. So I indulged him further, reveling in the way his lips slacked and his body tensed. But one drop wasn’t enough. I didn’t care that vampire blood wasn’t as satisfying as warm human blood. His tasted divine and I could gorge on it.

When his wound healed and there was nothing left for me to lick, I released him, watching a new kind of hunger burning in his black eyes. A primal one.

“Fuck, Loren. Your mouth. You drive me crazy when you do that.” Threading his fingers through my hair, he brought my lips closer to his. “You like the way my blood tastes?”

I nodded, intoxicated by the way one small drop had spread heat throughout my body.

He bit into his bottom lip, making blood bead on the surface. “Is this what you want? For me to give you the one thing I shouldn’t? To break every one of my vows? For you?”

Unable to meet his gaze, I turned away. What I wanted sounded foolish when he put it like that.

He pulled my chin toward him. “Ask me to kiss you.”

Ask? I wanted to demand it.

I moved forward, about to take that kiss, but he jerked away.

My tongue darted out, and my body vibrated with anticipation. The blood from the nick on his lip was already dripping down his chin. I wiggled my hips, desire heating my core.

“Kiss me, Nic.” Realizing there was still too much aggression for it to be considered a question, I quickly added, “please?”

His grip on my hair tightened as his eyes narrowed over my lips. “I like the way you sound when you ask for it, Beastie. Say. It. Again.” That last word was a growl that left no room for negotiation.

“Kiss. Me. Right. Fucking. Now. Nic.” My reply rumbled with my own growl as my fangs elongated, my gums throbbing for blood.

“There she is,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. “My beautiful fucking beast.”

When his mouth crashed into mine, it was clear he’d no intentions of being gentle. His tongue swept into my mouth, the blood mingling with the kiss, barely satisfying my hunger. I wanted more. Needed it to fill me. We wrestled for dominance. His fingers knotted in my hair and tugged, the pain enough to make me gasp. God. He could own me.

There was nothing I desired more in this world than for him to make me his. And this time I wouldn’t let him deny me what I craved.

Chapter Thirteen

Nicholas

What the hell are you doing, you fucking asshole?

I attempted to talk myself out of this mistake, but who was I fucking kidding? Loren was unlike anyone I’d ever been with. Her lips were on fire and her body was ready to singe me to oblivion. As she gyrated on top of me, I reached up her shirt and felt the softness of her bare skin. Her breasts were full and her nipples hard.

She groaned against my mouth, the sound turning my cock to granite. “Nic, I need you,” she moaned, as she pressed harder into my rock-hard erection.

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