Page 219 of A Vow of Blood and Tears

Drink, I commanded, and untied the laces with a smooth motion.

“My lady,” he breathed, fastening his lips over the wounds in my throat.

It took creativity and patience to remove his cock from the constricting trousers whilst seated on his lap, with his mouth at my throat, but I managed with eager hands, the stroking movements of my fingers making him growl.

Shifting my skirt, I settled myself against him, arching my hips as he throbbed against my clit.

Anticipation writhed inside me, the frisson of excitement settling in my core with molten heat. With Bane’s cock nestled firmly between my legs, I leaned forward to press myself against him fully, letting my head loll back as he drank.

The spiny crown of his cock dug into my lower belly, twitching with every slight shift of my hips.

I wanted him now, wanted to try my slightly-altered body and see if the tiny change would make a world of difference, but I didn’t want to stop the dizzying sensation of his sucking pulls, the clasp of his lips on my throat.

Not until he lapped his tongue against the wounds, sealing them, his eyes opening to reveal the glistening, ash-smeared gold of his irises.

He raised his claws to his own throat, waiting for me to say the word.

Yes, I said, taking his hand and moving his claws away. It was my turn to tilt my head, kissing the strong, corded muscles of his neck, tasting skin musk and salt. I moved down to the thick muscle between neck and shoulder, nipping once and then sinking my teeth in.

I didn’t break the skin. Not even close; my blunt human teeth would never pierce Bane’s dense, armored flesh. But he burst out with a brief laugh, his hips jerking upward, the rigid barbs on his cock flaring.

“How vicious,” he murmured with a grin. I dragged my teeth over him, finding the thinnest skin on his throat and kissing his own racing pulse. It thrummed against my lips like a bird’s wing, powerful but contained.

Here, I told him, and ran my tongue over the spot.

Bane nicked himself with his own claw, and unlike mine, his blood didn’t burst forth. It dripped like dark syrup, sweet and spicy, and I let it flow before catching it with my tongue.

The heat filled my throat, burning all the way down to my stomach and into my veins. I felt him filling me, the bond between us growing every time I drank from him.

It was a never-ending circle inscribed between us now. Me and him, him and me, from one into the other and back again. We were in each others’ veins, flowing through each other’s hearts, written together all the way down to the marrow in our bones.

The circle between our blood and souls had met, and I wanted our bodies to match, finishing the loop of completion.

Before Bane could have second thoughts, before he could warn me or stop me, I rose up, the barbs grazing my stomach and mound, until he was poised at my wet entrance.

I sank down, not giving myself any time to worry. There was the pressure, the sensation of being invaded, and then… richfullness. I gasped, wriggling down further, even as Bane let out a strangled snarl.

“Cirri, for… how?”

I was impatient, I signed quickly, gripping his shoulders as I took more of him. The barbs flared inside me, locking him deep in my pussy.

I knew my idea had succeeded when my stretched core reached the base of his monstrous cock, and a thrust of my hips ground my clit against the hard plane of muscle above it. No pain, only pleasure, thatfullness.

Bane grumbled, hands clamped on my hips, and he sucked in a breath as I rose again, feeling the length of his shaft sliding easily inside me.

I couldn’t break the bond between us, not with those flared barbs, but I rose high enough to drag my tongue over the wound in his neck, lapping at another spicy, burning mouthful of blood.

He groaned for me, thighs flexing to drive his cock upwards, deeper.

Yes, I signed again, braced on my knees and clinging to his shoulders, lips wrapping around his throat as he pumped into me. The heat in my veins melted into the spiraling bliss in my core, the barbs of his crown smoothly grazing my pussy with every thrust.

They stroked against that sensitive spot deep inside me, melting my knees to liquid, a squirmy, unfamiliar but not unpleasant feeling rising. I pulled from his throat, licking my teeth for every last hint of that spice, my breath coming quick and hard as the sensation increased.

I looked up into Bane’s eyes, licking my lips for the last drops of his blood, and he slid his hands under my thighs, mindful of his claws, and lifted me, exposing the glistening length of his cock. His barbed crown was flared out completely, hard and grasping, refusing to leave my body.

I wriggled in his grasp, sinking back down. His lips drew back, exposing his reddened fangs in a feral snarl.

When I rose again, he lifted me, moving me around—adjusting me without his cock ever sliding from me, turning me so that my back was to his chest, my legs splayed wide open and held apart by his powerful thighs. I was nestled in his lap, his cock buried to the base and sending those thrilling jolts through my nerves.

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