Page 27 of Swamp Kings 2

“Don’t come near me,” he ordered when she took her first panicked step toward him. “Just wait,” he said, his body heaving, like the idea alone was impossible.

“You’re sweating.” Her mouth went completely dry as he opened his jeans and shoved them down, getting naked.

“I’m burning up,” he growled. “I need to fuck you, or I’ll die, you’ll die, that’s what it’s fucking telling me.”

She felt her head barely nod as she tore her gaze from his cock and forced it to his face, encountering the bigger shock. Oh God. He had…fangs. Were they growing before her eyes?

“The bite didn’t just enhance my body—it rewired my brain, opened new neural pathways, connecting everything—light, sound, movement, emotions—I don’t just hear or see things—Ifeeltheir structure,” he gushed, the words shaking with the need pulsing in the air between them. “Words now carryenergy,my body is faster, stronger, and self-repairing, but it’s also keyed into you, this…venom needs tobondto you. Your heartbeat, your presence,especiallyyour blood, that’s the anchor that stabilizes this power, that’s what it’s telling me,” he finished, appearing drunk on all of it. “This bonding isn’t just survival—it’s aligning my strength with you, so it knows exactly what to protect and how. And if I don’t bond with you, it won’t be able to lock onto you and the baby, leaving you vulnerableand me out of my fucking mind.” His eyes moved over her. “It keeps saying it won’t hurt you, but the hunger in this power tells me that’s a fucking lie.” He gasped, his eyes rising to hers as he made his way closer. “What if itislying?” He stopped just before her, his molten eyes devouring her face so very slowly. “I also know without a doubt, that I would killanythingthat tried to stop me from having you right now.”

****

Bishop finally located the source of his terror. It wasn’t about losing control, it was how much control he had. His instincts and muscle memory was packed with an ancient accuracy. The problem was the mad animal stretching its massive limbs inside him. It was tethered with the only knowledge it cared about—what she could take, what she couldn’t, exactly when to bite, where to bite, how long to bite, all for one purpose; to ensure he was able to slake every drop of this lust driving him insane. This bonding was everything. Its sole reason for being in existence. All else was secondary. The result, the product, the offspring. It was raw power. Embedding itself into her blood and bones and mind, just like him. The question of what it woulddo to her and their child was flicked away as utterly irrelevant.

“It’s time,” he whispered, his hand shaking along her face, his new gifts filling his fingers with a three-dimensional breakdown of that silk. His eyes locked on hers, hungry to learn so much more. The hunger in the gray depths brought a shudder to his ragged breaths. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his mouth covering hers with a gentleness that shocked him. His confusion cleared when he understood.Hedefined this power. His hunger, his desires,hiswill. Her hot gasp brought his tongue like a spear into her mouth, telling him it wasn’t just his hunger—buthers.

He held her face, exploring her mouth with his lips and tongue, groaning from the rapturous revelations.

Her hunger crushed the gentle pace, turning his hands and body into tools of servitude. They moved over her, feeling, pressing then possessing with a dominance that brought her cries of rapture. He lifted her leg and pressed her ass into him, the power of their lusts clashing together, fusing into a single code of language understood and spoken only with their bodies. Their minds watched in awe as they moved to this symphony.He watched as she removed her dress and lay herself on the bed, opening herself to him. He began at her feet, hovering as he made his way over her body, every suckle on her silk feeding the power in him. It jerked violently when she grabbed his head and forced his mouth right on her pussy.

“Oh God,” she cried, moving herself under his unleashed appetite. “Oh yes,” she confessed when he pinned her legs down with his iron hunger. “Oh Bishop,” she shot out, fingers pulling in his hair, the very reins of his control. “Oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He stormed her sweet pussy, sealing the declaration with ragged groans and perfect suction, her rising cries the manual to her body’s every secret. He consumed them with every part of himself, feeling it bond to his being. Oh fuck, this was part of the bond. He wasbecoming onewhile understanding exactly how that was possible. He wanted to fucking weep at the revelation, the power, the awe. And the realization that it washis. Shewashis.He washers.And nothing—nobody—could change it or take his divine gift from them.

She hadn’t shuddered her last before again commanding him, pulling his wet mouth right to hers for a lusty kiss, as if he’d only teased her. He groaned as he grabbedher jaw, her little act fuel for that power in him. He forced her mouth open wide with his, grunting with her tight grip on his cock and the sudden heat of her pussy against the head.

“Fuck me.” The hot order burned his mouth, her nails piercing the skin at his hips. She jerked him to the bottom of her, blasting his name while panting and bucking her sweet hips. Again, she yanked his mouth to hers and kissed him, her thick moans gas on the building fire. “I need it so hard, baby.”

It was the password for this power in him, turning it fully on. He grabbed her arms and moved them above her head, lifting enough to stare at her. He needed to watch her face with all his new gifts while giving her what was in him, now coming faster.

She screamed with his first thrust, the sound pulsing through his canines as she bowed against him, the full column of her neck bared and begging.

The desperate squirm of her body spoke directly to the animal he’d felt earlier. It answered back, giving her two hard thrusts, then grinding his body into hers. “Look at me while I own every part of you.”

“Bishop,” she cried, her drunk gaze burning him as he fucked her withlong, precise strokes. “I want it.”

Her desperate beg came with her gaze on his mouth, bringing a vicious throb to his canines. “You want that?” he shuddered, his cock getting enraged with lust.

“I need it,” she moaned, the craving in her words burning through his blood. “Please... do it.”

The power became hot lava as it shoved into his bones and blood like a perfect glove. Calculations moved through his body, turning him into a tool of precision for this execution. Their execution.

He’d sensed earlier after his bite that it was just the beginning of the change. This was part two. With every thrust, it peeled back another layer of both of them. His ears burned with her screams of ecstasy as he watched her beneath him, searching for the sign, the marker, even while he had no idea what it was.

A deep pulse radiated through Bishop’s bones, as if the power inside him had been waiting for this moment all along. Each shove to her depth wasn’t just pleasure—it was process and purpose, an unraveling of her mortal limits. Her heartbeat became a drum in his mind, louder and more erratic with every stroke, a timer counting down to the threshold.

The realization slammed into him—he wasn’t bonding, he was breaking her.

He growled through the spike of terror, his canines throbbing painfully as the urge to bite rose. His pace quickened, her cries half agony, half ecstasy sending shockwaves of energy through him, feeding the monstrous hunger. He brought both of them to a razor-thin line, and when her pulse staggered, Bishop buried his fangs in her neck with a surgical precision, shooting his venom into her bloodstream.

Beth gasped, her body convulsing with the flood of energy that bonded them. It wrote his essence into her cells, fortifying her with the same strength and instincts that now defined him. He kept his fangs buried, feeling the push of power, each pulse of her heart rippling through his chest. Her convulsions shifted from frantic tremors into something deeper, absorbing his power as it knit its way into every fiber of her being.

Her breath hitched sharply, bringing a thunderous panic that he’d killed her. He pressed himself harder against her body, focusing on the steady pulse beneath his fangs. She wasn’t dying. She wasn't fucking dying.

The mad hunger inside him slowly ebbed from his muscles, forcing him to collapsenext to her, his own heart beating with something new and powerful. He felt… fucking indestructible.

He exhaled a groan then fear lifted his head, his pulse a ricochet in his head at what he might find. Her half-lidded gaze locked right onto his, clear and steady for many seconds. “Let me go,” she whispered.

His guts twisted with dread as he immediately released her arms. She grabbed his face tightly and pulled his mouth to hers. The hunger in her kiss stole the breath from his chest. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t hurt. She was so fucking alive.

---