Page 15 of Entranced By the Immortal

“So needy,” he said, his mouth falling to the side of my neck again. “So wanton for me, aren’t you? You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by an immortal.”

I nodded, shivering as his tongue danced over the side of my neck. I didn’t know if he was licking up the blood dripping from his bite mark or just teasing but, but I didn’t want him to stop. A second later his fangs sank into my skin again and I cried out, the initial pain sharp and hot. Then, heat swallowed me again.

His cock pressed against my ass, and I realized I hadn’t noticed when he whipped it out. Not that it mattered. Everythingaround me was a drunken mix of heat and lust, and I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his mouth as he drank from me.

“Corvin,” I moaned. His name was the only thing I could manage, a litany playing on repeat in my mind as his hands roamed over me, tugging at my clothes, gripping my cock.

He pulled his mouth free and forced me forward once more. The second I landed on my hands, he let the mouthful of blood drip onto my ass. It slid down my crack, coating my asshole and dripping a trail to my balls. My stomach clenched, and I couldn’t tell if I was more repulsed or turned on.

“Fuck, you look incredible drenched in blood,” he hissed, running the head of his cock through the blood, smearing it all over my hold. “And you’ll look even better drenched in my cum.”

He punched his hips forward, pressing his cock against me, and I held my breath. I hadn’t even seen his cock, but I could tell it was thick. It had been a while—months—since I’d gotten laid, and I knew I’d be sore in the morning, especially without much prep at all, but I didn’t care. I needed him, and I needed himnow.

His fingers dug into my hips, dragging me back against him, and he slowly buried himself in me inch by inch. It stung at first as the tight muscle relaxed, but I was too drugged and horny to care. I shoved my hips back, eager to take more of him, until he was buried to the hilt.

Fucking hell, he was huge.

“You’re so tight and warm,” he hissed, pulling back before punching his hips forward again. “This hole was made for me, Ever. Fuck, you take me so perfectly.”

He picked up the pace, gripping my hips with bruising strength, and I could tell he was trying to take his time. I didn’t know how long it had been for him—he could have been fucking Edith every day for all I know—but the delicious moans and groans he made as he fucked me had my libido skyrocketing. Myarousal was orbiting Saturn somewhere, and I was sure I’d come again at any second if he kept it up.

Picking up his pace, he punched his hips harder, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the woods. As much time as I’d spent in the woods hunting, I’d never fucked outdoors before, much less like this.

This… This was something I could get used to.

Corvin’s hand came around to pump my cock as he drove into me, and his fangs sank into my shoulder through my shirt. I panted, my climax building impossibly fast with the tangling pleasure and pain. I came with a jerk, spilling ropes of cum onto the grassy ground, and a second later Corvin roared out his release.

His hips jerked, slamming into me a final time, and his cock twitched.

“Fucking Christ,” I whispered sharply as he withdrew. I dragged my boxers up before falling over, landing on my back and staring up at the dark canopy overhead.

My head was spinning, my heart racing. Corvin crawled on top of me, his face level with mine, and I locked eyes with him as the edges of my vision began to darken. Even coated in my blood, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, and I hated how much I enjoyed what just happened.

“Corvin,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Rest, my mortal,” he said, brushing his lips gently over mine, making me tingle. “Let your Lord take care of you.”

He pressed his lips against mine, and my eyes closed. It was the last thing I remembered before unconsciousness dragged me under.

CHAPTER 9

EVER

My whole body ached.

As I blinked myself awake, prying my eyes open and expecting to be surrounded by trees, my heart dropped through my ass. I was back in the mansion, laying in the enormous, ornate bed I recognized from the primary bedroom. The room was dark, the only light spilling in from the cracked door in the corner, but it was clear I was alone.

Thoughts of Corvin catching me and fucking me in the woods had my mind spinning, heat sinking through me. My cock twitched, and heat crept up my neck. I’d enjoyed every second of it so fucking much, but it felt like some kind of fever dream.

Confused, I tried to sit up quickly, but was immediately jerked backward by the wrist. Pain shot through my shoulder, and I struggled to right myself, fighting to see what held me in place. An ancient pair of handcuffs had me bound to the headboard.

“Son of a bitch,” I groaned, jerking at the metal in vain. Like the time I woke up wrapped in chains, I knew the cuffs wouldn’t budge.

I looked around frantically, searching for anything I could use to try and pick the lock, and noticed for the first time that I wasn’t wearing what I passed out in. My flannel shirt and jeans had been replaced by a vintage, flowy white shirt and a pair of boxers.

What the hell?

Not only had Corvin brought me back to the manor, but he’d changed my clothes. How the hell had I remained unconscious for all that?

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