Page 57 of Blood Moon Heat

Still pinning my wrists over my head with one hand, he undid his belt with the other. “You came out here looking to get claimed by a monster, didn’t you, little doll?”

I shook my head, kicking and bucking, and with each wild and failed attempt to get free, I got hotter, slicker. “No. Get off me. Stop. Stop!”

The head of his cock brushed my pussy, and I bucked harder.

Nero’s nostrils flared. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Liar. You’re dripping. So fucking desperate for your twisted male to stuff you full.”

I snapped my fangs at him, and he laughed.

“You are mine, Lalka, and after this, you’ll be mine for eternity.” He pinned me with a dark stare as he took something from his pocket. Pink diamonds glittered in the dim light.

The choker he’d gifted me for our blood moon ceremony. He secured it around my throat, leaving his hand there, and squeezed lightly. “Mine.”

The heavy weight around my throat was like another claiming. I loved it.

He was giving me everything I’d asked for, everything I needed. This was perfect. He was perfect. “Then do it,” I bit out, panting hard, wanting this so bad I trembled. “Do it!”

He slammed his hips forward, filling me completely with one hard thrust. I threw my head back, an animalistic sound bursting from me as I came instantly around him.

Nero roared, thrusting into me with vampire speed. It was too much, he was too big, this feeling was too wild, still I arched my back, lifting my hips so I could take more, so I could welcome more of this out-of-control feeling and give every part of my mind, body, and soul to Nero, to my mate. I came and came until I was slick with sweat and shaking uncontrollably.

“Look what you do to me,” he snarled, slowing his thrusts, now slamming into me hard and deep. “Only you make me feel this way, only you can draw out the monster inside me.”

“Prove it, bite me,” I moaned helplessly. “Make me yours.”

He didn’t hesitate. He turned my head to the side, and sank his fangs deep into my throat. I came again, a raw sound that I’d never made in my life unleashing from deep within me. He drew hard, and my pussy contracted with each deep pull. I shuddered and moaned and clawed at his back.

Nero sealed his bite, then rolled so we were facing each other, and led my mouth to his throat. I knew what I had to do, and I struck, biting him as deeply as he had me, sucking hard on his vein. His cock pulsed inside me, as he gripped my ass, holding me to him, and stayed there, filling me, coming for me.

He continued to thrust until we were both utterly spent. I lazily dragged my tongue over his skin, sealing my bite, and Nero rolled me to my back again, looking down at me.

“My perfect little Lalka.” He brushed my hair back gently, in that reverent way that still managed to surprise me. “My precious mate. I will love you, Mina, protect and cherish you, until the end of existence.”

I slid my hand over his shoulder. “And I will love you right back, my beautiful, vicious mate. You are mine, and you are all I will ever need…” I slid my hand lower, over his chest, and froze.

Nero went on instant alert, searching the trees, then frowned and looked back down. “What is it?”

“Your heart.” I blinked rapidly. “Nero…can’t you feel it? Your heart’s beating.”

He stilled.

Taking his hand, I lifted it to his chest. “Do you feel it now?”

His throat worked, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down. “I feel it,” he rasped and pressed his forehead to mine. “I feel it,” he said again and swallowed thickly. “It’s beating for you, my love. Just for you.”

Epilogue

Nero

Seven months later

I sipped my drink and closed my laptop.

“You need anything else?” Pretender asked.

It was late, both clubs were closed and I’d finished working for the night. “No. Get some rest, tomorrow will be busy.” He nodded and headed for the door. “Are you seeing anyone?” I asked before he could leave, the words slipping from me out of nowhere. Though I had been wondering, now that I had Mina.

Pretender paused at the door. My interest in his life still surprised him, and on occasion surprised me as well. I held…great affection for him. Mina had unlocked my emotions and, seven months later, I was still adjusting to it. No one saw me this way except my mate and, on occasion, Pretender, and, of course, my brothers. I loved my Lalka with my entire heart. What I felt for my ward, for my brothers was, I guess, a kind of love as well.

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