Page 31 of Blood Moon Heat

I did, feeling hot and desperate and weak. It was wrong, but Nero’s threat to anyone who looked at us made my belly swirl in a pleasant way. He didn’t want anyone to look at me like this either. Honestly, that made me feel safe here in his arms.

“Very good,” he said. “My little Lalka is drenched. Panties so fucking soaked they’re ruined.” The sound of tearing fabric came next. He tore my underwear from me, then tucked them in his pocket. “The scent of your need is so heavy, bride, that everyone in this room can smell it. Look,” he said against my ear as he slid his thumb along the seam of my slick flesh. “Look around you. They’re wild. You caused this, Mina, you did this.”

He was teasing me. My scent was only one of many in this room, but as I looked around, I squirmed against his hand, seeking more, needing more. The beings in this room were moving against each other, doing things I couldn’t name, things I didn’t understand, but the pleasure they were feeling was blatant to see.

Nero kept up that slow, steady slide of his thumb, teasing me, not giving me more, not until he was ready. I clung to his shirt, caught between wanting more and reveling in his wonderful torment.

I watched as a female moved on top of a large vampire on one of the couches. The male was drinking from her bare breast, while she writhed, moving up and down, sometimes bouncing, sometimes staying tight to him and swiveling her hips. She threw her head back and cried out. At the sound of her pleasure, my thighs squeezed around Nero’s wrist. I was panting now. The vampire dragged his tongue over his puncture marks and lifted the limp female off him, propping her up on the couch beside him.

I gasped. “What is that?”

“What?” Nero asked roughly.

“Sticking up from his…his hips.” It was long and thick and glistening.

The big vampire crooked his finger, and another female walked up, straddled his hips, then reached down, took the flesh in her hand, held it between her thighs, and sat. The glistening length disappeared inside her, then the vampire bit her and she threw her head back with a cry of pleasure as well.

Nero had gone silent beneath me.

“What was that, Nero?” I asked again, my heart beating wildly as I watched the second female bounce and grind on top of the vampire while he drank from her throat.

“Males and females are made differently, Mina, you have to know that?” he finally said.

My face heated. “Well, yes, I just didn’t know how… I’ve never seen…”

He took my jaw in his hand and turned my face toward him, his eyes locked with mine. “That, Lalka, is a cock.”

I blinked up at him. “Oh.” I had no idea what that meant.

“Cocks are soft usually, but they get hard, growing thicker, longer, when a male is around someone they want to fuck. And little dolls have an opening that is made especially for it.” His thumb slid lower, rubbing over a part of me that often felt empty when I was near this male. I’d touched it, ran the tip of my finger over it, but I’d been too afraid to do more than that. “It feels tight and wet and hot when we slide inside.” He pushed his thumb inside me, and I moaned at the intrusion. He dragged it back out, then slid back in, and my thighs spread wider all on their own.

I gripped his shirt tighter, then he slid his thumb out and instead filled me with one long, thick finger. My nails were close to tearing the fabric of his shirt as I gasped and whimpered.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, bride?”

I bit my lip hard to stop the needy sounds coming from me, and I tasted my own blood.

That’s when I realized what the hard thing underneath me was. Nero’s cock was hard. It was long and thick and straining against his trousers beneath me. “Do you want to put your…your cock inside me, Nero?”

“Yes,” he said roughly, his gaze dipping to the blood on my lip. “I want to contort your tight little body in all sorts of ways while I fuck you senseless, Mina. You have no idea how badly.”

His fingers moved faster, sliding deeper, and I fisted his shirt at his throat to hang on and pressed my flushed face to his cool skin. I felt it building, the thing that Nero had done to me several times now, but this time it was more intense, more out of control. I felt out of control. “Then do it.” I moaned against his tattooed throat. “I feel so empty. Oh gods…please, Nero. I need it.”

He growled and added another finger. “I would destroy your little cunt, Mina, the way I want it right now. I’d make it hurt. You’re not ready for the way I’d fuck you.”

My hips were mindlessly rocking against his hand as he filled me with his fingers, thrusting into me over and over again. It was too much, I was too full, yet it wasn’t enough. I wanted him. I wanted his cock. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want it to hurt.” My fangs had extended, and they grazed his throat. “I need… I have to—”

“Bite,” he snarled. “Now.”

I struck, sinking my fangs into his throat, and as soon as his blood hit my tongue, I broke, shattering around his fingers. I pulled my fangs from his flesh so I could cry out and warm blood slid down my chin.

When I opened my eyes, blood had dripped on the bodice of my dress. Panting, I quickly sealed my bite, then dragged my hand across my chin, staining my skin with more.

My gaze shot up to Nero, and he was watching me with starved eyes. I was instantly caught in his predator’s gaze.

“Messy, little doll,” he said, lifting his fingers. He held them up so I could see that they still glistened from being inside me…then Nero slid them into his mouth and sucked them clean. He took my jaw in his hand next and swiped his tongue up my chin, lapping up the blood before sucking on my lips.

It felt amazing. Then he swept his tongue into my mouth, and my head spun, my body reigniting from his kiss.

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