Page 16 of Blood Moon Heat

“You need that again now, don’t you?”

Another nod, this one subtler, but the way she lifted her hips, seeking more of my touch wasn’t.

I needed to make her come, and fast. I needed to leave this room before I got lost in all that she’d awoken in me. Before my control shattered and I accidentally killed her.

Swiping my thumb over her tight opening, I gathered her juices and continued to tease her clit. Her fangs released me, and she arched back, thrusting her breasts in the air while her thighs trembled.

My blood coated her lips, dripping down her chin, and the sight nearly undid me. A snarl slipped free as she lifted her arms and gripped the headboard, straining and rocking against my hand, her hips moving like they would if I was fucking her.

“Nero?” she gasped out, a question, a plea, it was all there in the sound of my name falling from her lips.

Blood still slid from her bite in my wrist, and I let it run down over my hand and along my finger, then held it above that incredibly tempting mouth. A drop landed between her parted lips, and she grabbed my wrist, pulling it closer. Her tongue flicked out, then she drew my blood-coated finger into her mouth, sucking and licking and moaning, while she writhed like the wanton little creature she was for me.

I felt every suck, every one of those licks along my engorged shaft, as if that lovely mouth was wrapped around my cock.

Her hips rocked frantically now, her skin flushed, body quivering, while she sucked on my finger, desperately lapping up my blood. I’d never seen anything as exquisite as my bride chasing her orgasm.

“Let go,” I said through gritted teeth, because I desperately needed it as well, probably more than even she did in that moment. “Give me what I want, Mina.”

She moaned and moved faster, and I leaned in so I could get close, so I could watch her, so I didn’t miss a thing.

Mina screamed, alarm blending with pleasure, and when her eyes opened, I saw the same. My cock wept at the mix of fear and lust in her eyes, and the way it made my little doll come even harder. My lips peeled back, my fangs elongating as a vicious snarl burst from me, surprising us both, and causing a frisson of strong emotions inside her, sending her high again. I watched the way her pussy clutched around nothing, desperate to be filled, before she crashed back down with a broken moan, coating my fingers and soaking the sheets.

Panting, she stared up at me, watching as I lifted my wrist and dragged my tongue over her puncture marks, sealing the bite before sucking the fingers of my other hand into my mouth, tasting her cunt the only way I could allow myself to.

The daze of satisfaction slipped from her eyes as reality set in. “No, little doll, this was no dream.”

She shoved herself back, yanking up the sheet to cover herself, trying to put distance between us, but there was nowhere for her to go. She swallowed convulsively. “You tricked me,” she accused. “You—”

“I did what needed to be done. You don’t get to starve yourself to death, Mina. I won’t allow it.”

Fury filled her lavender eyes. “Don’t ever do that again,” she said, voice shaking. “I never would have… I wouldn’t have let you…” Her face darkened.

“You’re a vampire. Rejecting your base instincts will only end in you losing control and hurting someone.”

“Good, then maybe I’ll hurt you.”

I stood, sliding my hands into my pockets. “You can’t hurt me, little doll, that’s impossible.”

“I don’t want you to touch me, and I don’t want your blood,” she all but snarled.

I tilted my head to the side, studying her. “We both know that’s a lie, now don’t we? The soaked sheets you’re lying in more than prove that. You crave both, but if you insist on being stubborn, you can go back to feeding from a glass. I’ll have Pretender bring you my blood with breakfast.” She should always feed from me, I realized in that moment. I wanted her to feed from me, only me, straight from my vein every fucking time, but Mina wouldn’t have me, not willingly.

She was breathing hard, her chest heaving with her outraged breaths, and her cheeks burned with what I assumed was embarrassment. “Are you finished?” she bit out.

“Are you, Lalka?” My gaze dipped to her tempting lips. How did just the sight of them drive my need for her even higher? “Your scent tells me you’re not nearly done.”

“Get out,” she hissed. “Get the hell out of my room.”

I inclined my head.

“I hate you!” she yelled as I shut the door behind me, and something crashed against the wooden surface.

Hate was the closest thing to love a being could feel, but to me, muted and cold as I’d been for so long, the sensation of all that emotion rolling off my bride and slamming into me was exhilarating. I didn’t care what caused it. I just wanted more of it. Hate was more than fine with me.

Six

Mina

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