Page 43 of Blood Moon Heat

“Do you like the way your bonded tastes?” he asked as he watched closely, his nostrils flaring as I lapped up every drop.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Very much.”

His chest expanded on an unneeded breath. “How slick are your thighs?”

I slid them together. “Very.” I looked down and gasped. His cock was still hard, thrusting from his hips, large and intimidating.

Hooking me around the waist, he pulled me down the bed and rolled me to my side, so my back was to him, then he covered me, pushing my hips forward so I was half on my stomach. I tried to pull away, but he curled a hand around my throat and gripped my hip with the other.

He yanked my underwear down my legs, tossing them aside, then his cock was prodding me from behind, and he shoved it between my slick thighs. It parted my pussy, rubbing over the place he liked to use his fingers, but not going inside me.

“Squeeze your thighs together, nice and tight,” he said roughly against my ear.

I did as he said, moaning as he started to thrust between my clenched thighs. One hand left my hip and covered my mouth. “Bite,” he demanded.

I did, sinking a fang into the finger he pushed past my lips. Blood bubbled up and dripped from the tip. Before I could lap it up, he slid his hand under me, cupping me and using his bloody finger to ease the way as he slid it between my folds, making it extra slippery as he rubbed. Oh gods. So good. I was already past excited, and when he touched me, I couldn’t hold in my plea for more.

“Please, Nero. I need it.”

“Who do you belong to, Mina?”

I gasped when he rubbed faster, pushing the swirl of tension building inside me higher. “You. Oh gods, only you make me feel this way.”

He slammed against my bottom, thrusting faster, his hard length teasing my sensitive flesh. “That’s right. And no one else will ever touch this cunt, little doll, no one else will ever make you scream, and if they do, I will fucking kill them.”

He sank his fangs into my throat, and I screamed, coming instantly. He thrust twice more, groaning against my skin, and then he pulsed between my thighs, coating them with his come.

His hand slid from my throat, down to my breast, and he massaged as he sucked gently, while he continued to feed from me.

I loved it, all of it.

Finally, he lapped at my skin, sealing his bite. His weight vanished, then I was rolled again and pulled up against him. His arms were still a little stiff when they came around me, when he held me like last time, but my heart filled, because he was trying.

“I have to leave for a while,” he said into the darkness.

I froze, trying to pull away. “You’re leaving me?” I hated how pathetic I sounded, but there was no holding in the way I felt.

He didn’t let me go. “I won’t be gone long. A week at most.”

“Then take me with you.”

“I can’t do that. It’ll be too dangerous.”

“Does this have to do with your meeting with the prime?”

“Yes.”

I remembered the last time he’d visited me at my parents’ house, late at night, and two days late. He’d smelled of blood, his and someone else’s. “Are you going to kill someone?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “There is a risk to us, not just to our people, but to you, because you belong to me.” He tilted my head back, his touch more gentle than it had ever been. “I have enemies, Mina, because of who I am and what I’ve done. Enemies who would love to hurt me.”

“How can they hurt you? Nothing hurts you,” I said, because it was the truth. My fated mate wasn’t capable of feeling for me the way I realized I was starting to feel for him.

“Word will have gotten out about the blood moon ceremony. About the little female who I keep locked away, protecting her from anyone who would harm her.” He shook his head, and a look passed over his face, one of surprise. “I should never have claimed you. I should have walked away the day I found you.”

Dread filled me. Was he going to send me away. “You don’t want me anymore, do you?”

“I want you more than ever, Lalka. I should never have claimed you because I’m not fooling anyone, not even myself, not anymore.” He searched my face. “You are melting my heart, little doll. I don’t know what I feel for you, but I feel something, for the first time in centuries…I feel something, and that makes you incredibly dangerous.”

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