Page 35 of Fated In Blood

No. Yes. Kind of?

“No, I’m not,” I decided, digging my fingers into the nape of his neck to pull him to my mouth. “This is what I want. Don’t try and talk me out of it.”

“Fuck.Fuck.” He panted, the tips of his fangs brushing my cheek before he swallowed hard. He reached between us and slid his fingers through my swollen folds then into me. The tip of his finger stroking up inside me felt amazing.

Too much yet not enough all at the same time.

“You are so fucking tight.” He groaned, pulling his finger out and plunging them into his mouth, tongue working furiously to clean them before his hand went back between my legs. One finger, pumping in and out, then two, and my hips started to roll up to meet each shallow stroke.

“I need more.” I arched my back, trying to push those fingers deeper, to where I needed them. “I want your cock. I want you to fuck me, Blake. Please, this isn’t enough.” His throat was only a few inches away, my fangs throbbing as viciously as my core as I twisted between hunger and need, like a flag torn by the wind. “Please, Blake.”

He slowly pulled his fingers out, pink tongue working between them as he studied my face. “I’ll give you anything you want. Anything you need. Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You. You’re what I need, Blake.” His groan was rough when I dragged my hand up and down his cock, the skin hot and hard and smooth as velvet. I guided him to my entrance, gasping when he took over, pushing my legs wider, dragging his cock up and down through my folds, where his mouth had just been.

“Deep breath. I’ll go slow.” He eased into me, my body stretching around his girth, a tug of war between pleasure and pain before he stopped, eyes at half mast, teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

“Almost there. I’m going to make you scream, little monster. Just wait and see.” Heat gathered in my body when he pressed into me slowly, a little deeper. Then deeper still.

Short, shallow strokes became longer, every one reaching deeper, stretching me wider, my arousal coating the insides of my thighs like honey. I smelled myself above the scent of crushed moss and spiced musk, the pain turning into a storm of aching need that had me digging my fingers into his shoulders.

“God, you’re tight as a glove. Feels so damn good,” he hissed, sweat gathering along his spine, my fingers digging into his muscled ass as he tipped his hips forward for another plundering stroke. He was so big, so thick, I whined at the invasion, while at the same time trying to take him deeper.

“You are so…fucking…tight.” Rough, calloused hands gripped my hips, and he groaned then drove himself into me in one long, hard thrust. A flash of pain rocketed through me, but before it took hold, I sank my teeth into his throat, my world imploding.

“Okay?” He grit out the word and I moaned, savoring the way he stretched me tight, the taste of him in my mouth, all these strange, foreign sensations combining into the most perfect storm. I tore my fangs from his throat, barely remembering to drag my tongue over the punctures, whipping my head back and forth, my entire being tensed against the coming explosion.

He didn’t go slow, didn’t go gently, instead thrusting fast and hard, and I dug my heels into his hard ass, feeling every powerful flex as he fucked me, my hands gripping the shirt stretched tightly over his strong shoulders.

I lifted my eyes, enough to see a corded neck glistening with sweat and the sharpened point of white fangs, then I was falling. Plummeting through a world frozen into stillness as I shattered.

Blake groaned out something that sounded a lot likebaby vamp, his cock jerking inside me. I was so swollen around him, every pulse felt like an earthquake. Then he groaned again and rolled over onto his back, taking me with him.

Cool air kissed my heated skin, and I half opened one eye, making out another scar on his chest, visible through the shirt I’d shredded earlier.

“Are you…” He dragged a hand through his hair, eyes wild. “Are you okay? I meant to go slow, but I got…carried away.”

“I’m fine.” I was so exhausted, my words slurred together, only the heat from his body tethering me to consciousness. “I’m just…so…tired.”

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BLAKE

My entire fucking world spun around me like a gyroscope.

And when the spinning stopped, everything was different.

My blood roared. I’d never felt such a strong instinctual drive to claim, to ravage, and to keep a female safe all at the same time. But there had been an undeniable spark between us from the beginning, first when we’d locked eyes in the castle and now…now I was consumed.

The girl—Ihadto find out her name—lay half asleep across my chest, sated and uncharacteristically compliant as I tugged her close, cradling her in my arms, burying my nose deep in the crook of her neck. Stealing stolen breaths that sent my stone heart racing.

She’d need to feed again soon.

Then again in a few more hours.

Two or three times a day for a week, and if this firestorm was the outcome every time…my cock hardened as anticipation shivered through me. I’d be well satisfied and sore as hell by the time she was through the change. I pulled in a shaky breath andtightened my embrace, my magic curling around us, shielding us from sight.

I’d give her anything she wanted.

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