Page 33 of Fated In Blood

I was so tired of being empty and alone; I wanted to be full. I wanted every part of him inside me, filling up every crevice.

“Then that’s what you’ll have,” he rumbled like he’d read my mind. He worked his hand between us, his thumb brushing across my clit. That featherlight touch had me moaning against his throat, hips grinding against his, seeking more heat, more friction.

More, more, more.

More of everything.

“Enough.” Blake’s other hand tightened in my hair, and he dragged my head back, ripping my fangs free when all I wanted to do was sink them back in. “That’senough. Lick the punctures closed. Use your tongue.” I growled softly and he jerked my head back again. “No fang, I mean it. Lick the wounds closed then you can feed again, after we take a break.”

The words were tenuous as spider silk, but I flattened my tongue and dragged it across the wounds, picking up every last drop of blood, lapping greedily until there was nothing left.

“That’s enough for now. Let that settle while you rest.”

“I don’t need to rest.” I gyrated my hips against his cock, panting with need, all pretenses gone. “I fucking need you inside me.”

I’d hate myself for this later. Hell, I hated myself right now, but there was no overriding this driving impulse with logic. Desire lit me up like a torch, fire burning hot in my veins, like Iwas a volcano ready to explode, every piece of me screaming to let this male claim me.

My fingers dug deeper into his bare chest, skin tangled into a knot of primal need, chasing pleasure with every jerk of my hips, dragging my core along the length of his cock in a desperate attempt to find relief.

There was nothing left of my dress, while Blake was fully clothed, his leather pants soaked from where I was riding him like I’d lost my fucking mind. “Get these off.” I tore at his waistband until the leather gave, buttons popping as he rumbled beneath me, a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.

The garden had disappeared behind a nebula of shifting shadows, darkness wrapping around us like a shield. Dimly, I knew this was his doing, though I didn’t understand how.

“You are fucking exceptional.” He paused long enough to stroke his fingers down the side of my face, that spark igniting in his gaze once more. “We are going to get on so well, you and I.”

“Now, Blake.” I braced one hand on his chest, wrapping the other around his thick, engorged cock, fingers barely touching as I frantically stroked him up and down, his body arching up into my touch.

Oh, I liked that. Liked making him tremble for me.

Liked him making that husky, needy sound.

“I’m going to make you fucking scream my name,” I promised as I rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading fluid over the tip. I’d only been with a man—a male—once before. That had been one of the most anticlimactic experiences of my life, but this…

I couldn’t even think around this need to have him inside me.

And while I might not have a lot of experience, I’d read enough steamy books to know exactly what to say. Or at least, what the books said a man liked to hear.

“Do you enjoy that, Blake?” I gave him a particularly rough stroke and his mouth parted, the tips of his fangs showing, that scar pulling up one side of his mouth. “Do you like how I touch you?”

“Yes.” The word ripped from his lips, like I’d forced it from him, and I decided I liked that, too. I’d spent my whole life sneaking around in the shadows, but this was a different kind of power.

This was me, finally taking everything I wanted from a male who’d taken my choices away from me.

Blake’s blood was settling into me, fusing power into my bones, strength into my muscles, my senses sharpening to a razor point. But nothing could keep me from touching the male pinned beneath me, my hand stroking up and down his thick cock, my gaze fixed on those parted, wet lips.

I kissed him hard and like a match to gasoline we ignited, two clashing Titans, fire and ice, or maybe fire and fire from the way I imploded, stars crashing, the world falling away until only this was left.

Lips and tongues and a tidal wave of panting need.

“Make me yours, Blake.” The gold in his eyes glowed like newly smelted metal, my stomach bottoming out at the raw emotion shimmering there, like he’d given up trying to hide behind his arrogant mask. “I need you,” I whispered, because that’s all there was left.

Want. Need. Emptiness craving to be filled.

“Then that’s what you’ll have, little monster.” He gripped my hips and flipped us again, my back pressed against the cool ground, his knee working my thighs apart, one hand gathering my wrists together and pressing my hands up over my head. “You smell like fucking heaven. I want to eat you alive.”

“Yes.” I arched my body up off the ground, trying to rub against him, trying to work my hands free so I could touch him.

His knees spread me wide and held me there, his other hand cupping my sex before his thumb strummed across my clit again. “Please, Blake. Fucking give me what I want. I need you to touch me.”

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