Page 42 of Eternally Yours

I kicked the clothes aside and eyed the lake again.

“Don’t go back into the water, Loren. I mean it.”

Who did he think he was, my father?

“You could always join me.” I glanced down at the outline of his erection pressing against his pants. “The cold water might do you some good.”

He grunted. “Seems you do enjoy getting ariseout of me.”

Glancing back up, my heart fluttered when his lips twitched, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“If you force me to chase after you,” he warned, “I will haul that pretty ass of yours over my shoulder and drag you out kicking and screaming.”

“Challenge accepted.” With that, I sprinted back toward the lake.

His rumbling laughter slid across my skin, making me shiver, and when I got knee deep in the water, he collided with my back, arms wrapping around my chest. We both flopped forward, going under.

I twisted in his grasp, but he pulled me against him. Through the murky water, his green eyes shined before flashing to the all-black, lustful version I knew so well, and my heart skipped. He forced us both to the surface, and I sucked in air, suddenly struggling to breathe.

Nic pulled a tendril of wet hair from my eyes, the smile on his lips gentle and tinged with sadness. “You keep testing my resolve, Beastie.”

“Not a test, Nic,” I said as I sighed with a heavy breath. “I just know what I want.”

His wet hair hung over his eyes, water dripping down his face. My gaze paused over his mouth, the memory of how savory he tasted making me lick my lips. “What about you?” I asked. “What’s the one thing you most desire, Nic, if there were no strings? No threat of death.”

Cupping my face in his strong hands, he brought his lips down to mine, his breath feathering across my mouth. “What I want is forbidden. If I—”

He cut himself off before finishing the sentence, the entire forest going silent as if the night held her breath along with me, waiting to hear what he’d say next.

Every contour of his chiseled body was outlined through his wet clothes. I swallowed hard, wondering if luring him into the lake had been a smart ploy to disarm him or an idiotic mistake designed to lead me to my own downfall.

“If nothing could come between us, Beastie...” he uttered, gently sliding his hand down my face, caressing my jaw before trailing further down and pressing on the pulsing artery right below my jawline. His touch was as soft as a rose petal, yet as searing as molten iron. “I’d take the one thing I’ve coveted more than anything in this world. Your blood.”

My clit throbbed at the thought of him tasting me. “Stop holding back.”

As if sensing what I desired, he dropped the hand he held at my neck below the water and reached between my legs. I didn’t object as his fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves that had been throbbing for his touch. I gasped, my fingers wrapping around his wrist. His other hand pressed into my back, holding me in place.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” he said, mouth still hovering over mine. “You talk a big game, but now what?” His fingers flicked over my clit, and I squirmed. He held me tighter against him. My breasts pressed into his soaked shirt, and every inch of me ached for more.

I tugged on his hem. “You’re a bit overdressed for this occasion.”

“Right now, this is all about you.”

I could’ve let him thrum me to a climax, but my appetite was ravenous. And if he was going to claim that part of me, I wanted to claim him too. Luckily for me, he was still dressed in those sweats. Without wasting any more time, I loosened his drawstring and reached below his waist. His shaft was hard as steel and felt warm as the cold water lapped against my hand.

Stroking him in fluid motions, my body flared with feverish need, wishing he’d pick me up in his arms so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

He buried one finger inside, and I moaned. The sound seemed to awaken something within him because his body stiffened. Another finger pushed inside my tightness, and my knees weakened. Nic massaged my inner walls, coaxing me to an ardent climax as I stroked him harder, listening to the quickening of his breath.

“Loren... you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

I leaned in, pressing my lips against his neck and taking in his distinct, masculine scent. “And?”

He trembled against me.

We were chasing the same high, both of us about to reach the peak. “That’s it,” I said. “I want to see you come undone for me, vampire.”

The beast inside him stirred, growling as Nic’s face completely transformed. Those onyx-colored eyes, the angled cheekbones, and his fangs. How desperately I wanted them buried in my flesh. He crashed his mouth into mine as he continued to finger-fuck me and I stroked his cock, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths until with one last growl, we claimed each other’s release.

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