Page 49 of Swamp Kings 2

“But what doyouwant to call it?” she wondered, like it was the more important riddle. “Do we have two types now? Sex and… fucking?” She covered her mouth then wiped her face, appearing trapped in herself. While he sat there. Stupid and fucking clueless in this. “Is there even a difference to you?” She covered her face with both hands, growling. “I hate my fucking brain right now, it’s…” She tapped her palm against her forehead. “Everywhere, it won’t stop, it won’t shut up. And even with all that, I could… literally… fuck you all night long.” She angled her red eyes at him, nodding as her chin quivered. “While the world burns,” she whispered, like she knew it was way off the fucking rails.

“Here’s what we’re doing,” he said softly. “You’re going to get naked. And I’m going to make love to you.” Her short burst of laughter paused him.

“You?” she softly marveled. “Make love?”

He didn’t know what to do with that. He didn’t know why she said it, what it meant to her. “I will find a way to do what’s needed, Beth. To protect you, to protect our baby.”

She shot off the bed, pacing in the small space next to him, her arms tightly crossed. “We fuck to feed, we fuck to protect. Will we ever fuck because we love each other?”

“Beth,” he breathed, his body churning with fucking agony. “You know... how much I love you,” he reminded her.

She sat back down and moved her hair. “Bite me, just… bite me this time.”

“Beth.”

“Bite me!” she screamed at him. “If he needs it, then we give him what he needs first and then we fuck!” Her brows raised. “Okay?”

He nodded, swallowing down his fear of what was happening to her. To them. “Okay.”

He leaned slowly to her neck and slid her hair further back then carefully set his fingers on her lower jaw for leverage, not really sure how this was supposed to work outside of sex. It didn’t feel right, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. He eyed the vein he wanted, lowering his mouth to the spot, waiting for his fangs to engage. Nothing. His heart beat against his chest as he kissed along the skin, hoping to trigger whatever mechanism happened to bring the otherworldly urge to tear into her flesh and drink from her vein.

He pressed his lips on the silky skin, licking. Tasting. Lightly sucking.

“Do youhaveto kiss it?” she strained, the tremble in her breath stirring something in him.

He moved his mouth along thelength of her neck, his arousal now competing with whatever the fuck he was attempting.

“What are you doing?” she demanded in pained frustration.

“I’m trying to bite you,” he said, tightening his fingers on her jaw. “It doesn’t seem to just work when I tell it to.”

“What?” she whispered, her agitation not helping.

“It has a will, a purpose, and it’s not just biting you, it needs….” He opened his mouth more and sucked the muscle on her neck, moaning at the change in her breaths. “It needs your lust.” He forced her head back more and sucked hard again, her moan picking at the lock. “That’s it,” he whispered, turning her face to his and devouring her mouth. “It exists to feed your body. Your every craving. And mine.”

He stood and removed his jacket, then his thermal shirt, then his t-shirt. He was on his pants, staring at the lust blooming on her face as she waited for the very heart of her craving to appear. The second it did, she flew to her knees and devoured his cock deep into her mouth. Her nails ripped the flesh along his abs beforewrapping her fingers around the base, moaning with a hunger that sounded furious.

He set his foot on the bed and opened so fucking wide as his eyes rolled with the unfurling power. Grabbing hold of her head, he fisted the silk way too fucking hard, bringing his drunk gaze down, watching his cock move in and out of her desperate mouth. “Suck it,” he seethed, pressing the head against her throat in answer to the building lust. It rose with every beat of their heart, every strained, desperate moan. Rising and climbing, it filled his lungs and breaths while carving its name on his bones.

Bishop felt the moment when it reached a pinnacle. He pulled his wife to her feet, barely aware he was undressing her. The seconds blurred with moans and blood lust as he covered her body with his and she devoured his mouth in turn.

The pierce of her nails on his body brought the plunge of his cock. As he fucked her, the power grew, like a dragon drawing fuel into its lungs. Without warning, it released it through his blood and bones, then filled hisfangs, turning him into a viper. He plunged the burning incisors into her neck with a blind precision then grabbed her hair and began the exchange--his essence for her blood, his power for her weakness, his pleasure for her pain, his food for her hunger.

And his soul for her heart.

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Mabel broke free of the meaty hand, and the bodies before her parted as she tumbled into the main arena. She took in the astonished faces then locked eyes with the three girls she’d worried about. They sat at the front row, eyes wide and fearful on her. Mabel’s gaze lowered to wooden plaques on chains hanging from their necks. At reading the ugly word scrawled on its surface, anger steamrolled right over her fear and sped her forward. She came to a halt in the center of their wicked circus, pointing at the girls while looking around. “Why are they wearing those?”

Heated murmurs filled the room, accusations that had nothing to do with the wood plaques but all about her. She nodded,looking around. “That’s right, I’m not mute. I can speak.”

The words outsider, worldly influence, and terms that amounted to lying heathen rolled across the room now.

She turned and faced the speaker. “Brother Jakob, I am sorry, but… please hear me out.” She held his sincere dark gaze now filled with doubt and disappointed confusion. “You remember the day you found me on the side of the road, and you thought I was mute because of the trauma. I didn’t correct you because the truth was, I was terrified to speak. I didn’t know who you were or what you might do to me, so I kept quiet till I knew more.”

“Well, that’s hardly a crime,” some woman said behind her, sparking more murmurs that seemed less heated.

Mabel hurried while the tide was in her favor. “I intended to tell but I found being mute put a necessary distance between me and your community. I thought that was a good thing given our differences.” She turned to the girls. “Then I began getting to know all of you. Those darling girls there with thewordvanityhanging around their necks. They reminded me of my purpose. Truth is, I’m a nurse by passion more than trade. I love people and I love helping those in need and I do not ever discriminate in my duties. While I may not be of the same religion as you, we share a common ground in things that are humane.” She looked all around, gathering her strength before she cowered before the sea of faces. “I don’t know who spoke out earlier about the teeth but I as a nurse, as a trained health care professional, can assure you that it is against God’s good nature to pull perfectly sound teeth for the sake of saving money. By your own religious laws, I cannot understand how you justify removing a part of the temple of Christ for the sake of saving filthy lucre. Where is the faith in that?”

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