Page 47 of My Blood Is Yours

“Oh, god, please, please, please, please, please.”

His fingers grip the thick flesh of my ass and the sensation of his claws pricking my skin seems to alleviate some of the weight from my chest.

“I’m here, mea floarea. I’ll give you everything you need.’

I gasp at the sensation of his knot threatening to break through me—the sweetest pain—and I know that it is the only thing that will provide me any relief.

“More, Sariel. I need more. Give me it. Please.”

His motions slow and just as another sob threatens to spill, I feel him surge forward on a slow glide that reaches so deep it steals my breath. He presses onward, and his knot stretches me further and further as it inches its way inside even though it’s still not quite at the height of its girth.

My core spasms frantically, both at the shocking pain of the intrusion, but also at the lightning bolt of pleasure and euphoria streaking through my body. He growls behind me, and a moment later I feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Sweet relief fills me but in the next moment, with the grip on my hips he flips me onto my back, and he’s straddling my chest.

The move is so fast and smooth I’ve only just opened my mouth on a yelp when his cock is already breaching my lips and he continues to spurt thick ropes of cum down my throat. Sariel’s hips work deep, slow thrusts as he grips my hair and our eyes roll back in unison.

This. This is what I need.

The dizzying fever and heat making my body slick with sweat immediately starts to ease. Sariel's tail slips between my legs and tips my bent knees to either side before circling my clit. My climax reaches its peak, and I’m moaning around Sariel’s thick, veiny length as my throat works around large gulps of his cum.

When he finally withdraws, we’re both panting, but I finally feel like some of the haze has lifted.

“What is happening to me?”

A guilty look passes over Sariel’s face as he shifts to lie beside me—though his tail seems to have a mind of its own and is determined to stay buried between my legs.

“When my teeth grazed you earlier, I broke the skin… Enough to spill a little blood. I—I didn’t realize that?—”

His throat works around a ball of emotion, brows cinched and buckling beneath the weight of shame and guilt. The sight makes my heart crack.

“—that it would be enough to incite your shift. Elowen, I’m so fucking sorry. More than anything, I wish that I could take it back. I had no idea that something so small would?—”

I cut him off by pressing my palm to his mouth, and merely the sensation of his skin upon mine is enough to have my arousal blossoming again.

“Oh, darling, no. Please. I want this. I told you that. I want you and everything that comes with you. I only wish I knew more about it.”

Sariel’s chest rises and falls in hard breaths as his frantically eyes search mine for any signs of doubt. His brow relaxes slightly at the sight of my wholehearted certainty, and his large fingers curl around my wrist—and I swear to fuck I feel it in my clit—to move my hand from his mouth.

“I barely even told you what would happen.”

“What? That I might look a little different, need to drink your blood, and our lives would be tied together?”

His eyes dance between mine. “Well, yes… and that we will feel some pressure to produce an heir. I didn’t even get a chance to go into all the royal duties that will laden our shoulders when we take my parents’ throne.”

God, he looks so concerned for me that it makes some twisted part of me delight in his torture. And it makes that burning need to fuck him and be fucked by him return with a vengeance. I shift closer towards him, wantonly pressing my breasts against his thickly muscled chest as I hike one leg over his waist and draw my hips towards his half-hard cock. His cum and my arousal create a delicious glide with my clit against his bulbous crown, my core clenches needily around his tail.The sensation turns my voice into a husked purr I’ve never previously been capable of.

“My love, you could tell me that my duty as your queen is to muck cow shit from a barn with a teaspoon all day, every day, and I would fulfill it with a smile on my face—because it means that I get to share my life with you.”

Sariel’s jaw drops a moment before he snorts his laughter. His tail shifts to coil around my thigh, drawing me even closer, better enabling me to work my leaking sex over the head of his cock. His hand slides over hip, dragging me onto his cock as he thrusts his hips forward and he captures my lips in a dizzying kiss. Pleasure sets every molecule in my body alight with need.

His tongue claims mine as his length impales me. Each time his crown pushes against my cervix, it’s like hitting a button that releases more pleasure and endorphins to course through me. Still lying on our sides, Sariel grips me behind the knee, lifting my leg higher as he pounds into me and his tail slides over my waist and dips between us to tease my clit. The new angle allows him to hit pleasure points inside me I didn’t even know existed. Within only a few more thrusts, I’m already shattering around him. My head tips back as my vision whitens, and my jaw slackens on a keening sigh.

“Eyes on me, Elowen.”

My eyes open to see his devouring me. His gaze dips between us, to where we’re joined, as he angles us so I can share his view—never faltering in his merciless thrusts.

“See, mea floarea? Look how perfectly you’re pretty little cunt takes me. Slick with my seed and your desperate need, this pussy belongs to me.”

Emotion tightens my chest at the truth of his words.

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