Page 54 of Blood Moon Heat

He growled, the rough sound making me shiver.

“Tell me what you were dreaming about?” he said in the quiet darkness.

He spread my pussy with his fingers, sliding them through my slickness. “You.”

“What was I doing? Tell me,” he demanded as he pushed a long, thick finger inside me.

I cried out, fisting his shirt. “You…you were chasing me. You… Oh gods,” I groaned when he pushed in a second finger, stretching me.

“I was what? Tell me, Mina.”

He thrust into me faster, deeper. If it was anyone but him, I’d be too scared to say, to share my deepest darkest desires. “It was dark, I was…scared. There were noises, then you were there, and you…you chased me, you chased me down, and you were wild, uncontrollable…you—” I cried out when he used his thumb against my clit while he continued to thrust inside me. “You threw me down and tore off my clothes… You shoved my legs apart and…and rammed your cock inside me…” As I said it, he snarled and added another finger, filling me ruthlessly.

I screamed, and my inner muscles clamped down on him.

He pressed his forehead to the side of mine. “You want me to hold you down, little doll? You want me to let go of my control and fuck you, claim you like the monster I truly am?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, rocking against his fingers, soaking them.

He didn’t stop until I collapsed against him, panting and quivering. Then slowly, carefully, he slid his fingers from me and kissed my temple. “You please me so much, Mina. That was so incredibly beautiful.”

I clung to his shirt, trying to catch my breath. When I finally had myself under control, Nero tilted my head back and looked into my eyes. “If you truly want that, Lalka, I’ll give it to you,” he rasped.

“I want it,” I said, voice shaking. “Please.”

I felt a tremble move through him. “Oh, you’ll get it, little doll, you just won’t know when.”

I shivered again, and he chuckled. “Now go back to sleep. I’m right here if you need to come again.”

“I love you,” I said, pressing close.

He purred deep in his chest. “I love you more.”

Eighteen

Mina

Pretender took my bags, and I followed him down the long hall and out to the car.

“How long will it take to get there?” I asked as he loaded my things into the trunk.

“About an hour.”

Nero had been spending several hours each day away with court-related business. Now he was prime, there was a lot he needed to deal with, but he’d promised me a few days away. We were going to one of his homes outside of the city, which sounded lovely. Nero said it was the perfect place for me to rest and recuperate, but I was one hundred percent back to full strength, if only I could make him see that.

He was meeting me at the house tonight, so Pretender had been tasked with taking me, in case his meeting ran late.

I got in the back seat, put my new headphones in, and started the playlist I’d made for the drive. Then I opened the messages and texted Nero that we were leaving the city. He’d bought me a phone a few days ago. I loved it. I loved that I could talk to him whenever I wanted to, even when he was away from the apartment.

His reply came almost instantly.

Nero: You were looking tired this morning. Drink the blood I left for you and I’ll see you later tonight

I hadn’t noticed the insulated cup in the cup holder until now. I took a sip, and my taste buds came alive. The blood was still warm. He thought of everything when it came to my well-being.

How the heck was I going to convince him that I was better? I wanted to be his mate in truth, but that would never happen when he’d convinced himself that I was still sickly and frail.

I leaned back, listening to my music, and drank the blood, while I tried to think of what I could do to help him get past his overprotectiveness. I was stronger than I’d ever been. A constant diet of his blood had ensured that.

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