Page 31 of Eternally Yours

Her eyes became glossy as she licked the blood off her lips, the sight of her tongue brushing across her plump mouth making my body stiffen and sending an electric current straight to my cock.

“Do it,” she said, leaning in, her voice breathy. “Fuck me. Or are you only about empty threats?”

I loved the mischief in her eyes and the challenge in her words. She could try to deny it if she wanted, but I felt it. How badly she wanted me to kiss her. How needy she was for my blood. The smart thing would’ve been to end this dangerous game. There was no point in playing if I didn’t intend to finish.

But I was too weak against the lure of her shiny gaze and the warm scent of her skin. Drawing in close, I caged her in my arms as I placed my palms against the tree trunk, taking in that sweetness that perfumed her entire body. Bending my head down, I feathered my lips against the soft flesh of her neck, and whispered, “Oh, Beastie. I’ll only give you what you want if you beg for it.”

What am I doing?

Something new and untamed sparked in my blood. Her dark desire hummed through our bond. Shifting her head slightly, she brought her lips close to mine, teasing my mouth with her breath. My lips parted, waiting for the kiss. Wanting it, despite my better judgment.

My tongue darted out, but she pulled back slightly, and said, “I’d rather die than beg you for a kiss.” Then she shoved hard against me, freeing herself and trekking back to the car.

Beastie had strength. Restraint. More than I did, for sure. Thank God for that. If I’d kissed her, there wouldn’t have been a way back from that disaster. I would’ve lowered those sweatpants and fucked her right up against that tree. Shown her the monster I could be.

That was nonsense. I couldn’t mate her. But my dick was so hard, I couldn’t fathom getting back in the car with her without thinking about the warmth between her legs.

Fucking hell. The need to taste her was beyond my control. Running a hand through my hair, I tried shaking the searing arousal that had my own beast ready to run after her.

I paced, shackling my desire. And for good reason. If I slept with her, drank from her, it would seal the bond. We’d become bloodmated and that was the last thing I wanted in my life right now. Blowing out a breath, I swallowed my pride and followed after her, praying I’d be strong enough to resist her the next time she flashed me those deadly fangs of hers.

Chapter Eleven

Loren

Igrowled into the night as I stomped away from that infuriating man. Who the hell did he think he was, saying those things to me and acting like a self-assured royal asshole, practically forcing himself on me?

As I raced further into the forest, I lost my bearings. Everything looked the same. The car and the road were nowhere in sight. He’d made me so angry I didn’t even care I was lost. It was better than being anywhere near those eyes and that mouth. Those hands…

I growled again. Everything spun as I recalled his words ...Is that what you want then, for me to fuck you?

Out of everything he’d said, even the bit about me being simple-minded and a mere mortal, the only thing I cared about was the fire he’d stoked at my core with those suggestive, crude words. My body was so blazing hot, I prayed to stumble over a lake so I could plummet into its icy bottom.

But it hadn’t been just the words, but the way he’d uttered them. As if he’d meant them. As if he would’ve fucked me against that tree if I’d just given him permission to. His rumbling voice, the shimmer in his eyes, and the scent of his skin. The effect everything about him had on my body roiled my insides because I knew it was deceit.

Like me, Nicholas was designed to seduce and entrap. Clearly, our gifts weren’t mere nets to snare a human meal, but also to secure a mate. Heavens. What was I supposed to do? My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I knew at some point he’d find me, and then what? I still didn't trust him. Not wholly. And now we were supposed to hide out in some cabin in the middle of nowhere. Alone. With this sexual rage?

Gulping air, I settled my nerves and walked through the darkness for another half a mile until the trees thinned and a small house came into view. Slowing to a stop, I felt the heat of Nic’s body as he approached from behind.

Where the hell did he come from?

Had he’d been so close all along?

“You’ll be safe here,” he whispered, the sound of his voice making my skin prickle as he continued to walk ahead of me, carrying the blood-bag cooler in one hand, and our bag of clothes in the other.

Anger whirling inside, I remained still, not wanting to acknowledge he’d caught me off guard. He’d tempted me with his blood to put me on edge and keep me on my toes, and he’d succeeded. I felt the hunger creeping up on me as he passed by and a whiff of the dried blood on his shirt hit my nose. While I'd been able to refuse him, now my stomach was fighting against me.

He must’ve known I’d smell his blood and what it would do to me. The prick.

“You plan to spend the night out in the woods, or you need a formal invitation?” he hollered from the front steps of the cabin. The chuckle that followed made me boil even hotter.

Fucker.

I walked up the rickety old steps of the cabin and examined the small porch and door, which he held open for me. Averting his gaze, I glided past him into the cabin’s main living area, holding my breath to avoid any more rogue whiffs of his blood.

The cabin was small with a large fireplace dominating the space. A kitchenette sat to the right, equipped with only the essentials. A mini-fridge, a hot plate, a sink, and a small breakfast nook for two. At the back, doors led to the bedroom and bathroom, if I were to guess, and a ladder rising to a loft.

It was simple and rustic. Something a person might rent for a weekend away.

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