Page 42 of Blood Moon Heat

I shivered, feeling unsure, but also full of anticipation. “I understand.”

He released me suddenly, and excitement rushed through my body as I immediately dove for the edge of the bed. Nero grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me back, while I kicked and fought. He shoved my legs wide, and came down on top of me, grinding against me.

My underwear was the only barrier between us and I gasped. “No,” I cried. “Stop.”

He chuckled. “How loud will you scream, do you think, when I fuck you for the first time? Will you cry and writhe and beg for more when I finally fill that tight little pussy and claim what’s mine?”

I whimpered, his dirty words, and his big body covering me, grinding on me, made it hard to think, let alone breathe. I tried to lift my hips to chase the feeling quickly building inside me.

“My shameless little doll,” he said, pinning my hands over my head.

His eys held mine as he started moving his hips in a way that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

It didn’t take long before he had me crying out, shaking and groaning for him as he pushed me over the edge, and before I could catch my breath, Nero lifted me off the mattress and shoved me against the pink velvet headboard. My back was to the fabric, my legs out in front of me. He climbed to his knees, one on either side of my thighs, and I shoved at him, still playing our game, as his cock jutted from him right in front of my face.

I’d never seen it up close before, and I wanted to touch it, badly.

He fisted my hair and jerked my head back, making me watch as he bit down on his palm, then slid his bloody hand along his hard length, coating himself in blood.

My mouth watered and a needy whimper slipped free. He was going to make me do what I saw others doing in his club.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

He was going to use my mouth for his pleasure. I shook my head, slamming my lips together, while my fear of what was about to happen mixed with the thrill of it all and my longing for the taste of his blood. He jammed his thumb in the side of my mouth, forcing it open and, ignoring my punching and scratching, gripped his hard length and pushed it into my open mouth.

Saltiness mixed with the decadent flavor of his blood hit my tongue, and his scent was deeper, muskier now.

“Wrap your lips around me, little doll, while your bonded fucks your pretty mouth.”

I stopped hitting and dug my fingers into his hard thighs when he pushed deep, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged. “Relax your throat, Mina,” he said huskily. “Let me in.”

I swallowed convulsively, and he groaned and started thrusting. He was thick, and my mouth was stretched impossibly wide, so wide my jaw already ached. He was too long to fit all of him in, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him feel good, like he had done for me.

“Eyes on me,” he said, tugging on my hair.

I did as he said, my eyes locking on his, and just the sight of his violet eyes, hot and hungry, had me moaning and squeezing my thighs tightly together.

“That’s it, Lalka. Suck off every drop of my blood.” He cupped my face with his other hand and ran his thumb along my jaw while he thrust into my mouth over and over. “You’re doing so good.”

His touch was gentle, tender, a complete contrast to the way he filled my mouth. How could I love this? How could I want it? But I did. I’d never felt so wanted in my life.

“I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop, understand?” he said huskily.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I would do it, whatever it was. I wanted to make him happy. The saltiness intensified, something was leaking from the tip.

“When I say bite, sink those little fangs into my cock, Mina.”

Oh gods. I nodded.

Nero gripped my hair even tighter, his cock growing thicker, making me whimper. He pulled out, so only the swollen head was in my mouth. “Bite,” he said. I did, biting into the firm flesh. “Now release.” I did, and he snarled and thrust deep again into my mouth, flooding it with blood and something else. His come.

“Swallow,” he growled.

I gulped, but there was too much, and it slipped from my mouth, sliding down my chin, while he continued to thrust.

Nero finally slowed, and with his eyes still on me, he slid from my mouth. Swiping his thumb over my chin, he collected what I’d spilled and pushed it back past my lips. “All of it. Suck it clean.”

I did, eagerly.

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