Page 82 of Vows Forged in Blood

“I don’t want to talk about Elias,” I whisper. “I want to teach my matepatience…”

She gasps as realization strikes, and before she can blink, she’s in our bed. I’m slowly gaining more control over the teleporting, but I’m still only able to use the ability when I’m either holding Dahlia or, like with the stampede, when she’s in danger.

“What—Alaric!” she squeals, somewhere between amusement, alarm, and intrigue, as I quickly bind her wrists with a strap of leather and attach the length to the headboard, pulling her arms above her head. Her back bows and her chest rises and falls in rapid bursts. “Oh,” she says, breathless, holding my gaze as I finish securing the knot on the headboard. I hover above her, letting my eyes drift down her body. Her skin is flushed and wet from the bath, her breasts practically quivering. She writhes gently under my stare, not having any idea what might be coming. I lean down and kiss her softly and she arches up to meet me, desperate to have me touch her.

“Not yet, Keeva,” I whisper against her lips. I move down the bed and she watches me like a hawk, eyes wide and burning. I grip one ankle and attach another strap of leather, running the length around one of the pillars at the end of the bed.

“Fucking hells,” she whispers as I repeat the process on her other leg. I go slowly, letting her know that she can stop this at any time, but she looks more aroused than I’ve ever seen her and I know that my mate is all in on our game. Once she’s secured, I step away from the bed to take in the sight fully.

“My gods, Dahlia,” I rasp, running my hand over my mouth as I stare at her tied to our bed, legs wide and hiding nothing. She moves as much as she’s able, my stare seeming to drive her mad. I crawl back onto the bed, holding myself above her. I lean in and kiss her again, slow but hard, my tongue dominating hers in languid, commanding thrusts. When I pull away, I hold her gaze. “You will tell me if you wish to stop, yes?”

“Yes,” she breaths, arching her body towards mine, desperate for contact.

“Until then,” I say quietly, “you will not come until I allow it.” She swallows hard, her pulse racing, but I can tell that she’s excited by the idea, already dripping. My lips curl into a slow, wicked grin.

“Hold on tight, Keeva.”

Chapter 41

DAHLIA

Holy. Fucking. Hells.

It’s torture.

It’s bliss.

It’s agony.

Alaric has brought me to the very edge of climax with his tongue and his fingers and his fangs so many times that I’ve lost count. It’s been hours or maybe days, and I’m covered in sweat and trembling from the need for release, but I have never in all of my life been so aroused, so wholly connected to or dependent on another.

“Do you think you’ve learned patience, Dahlia?” Alaric’s voice rumbles against my inner thigh before he places another soft kiss there.

Part of me wants to say no. Part of me wants this game to never end. But the other part is so desperate to find release that I finally give in.

“Yes,” I say, voice low and raspy.

“Hmmm, that’s a good girl.”

I whimper and then cry out as he licks me again. My body bows, every little touch enough to set me on fire now. He spreads me wide and pushes his tongue deep inside, making me cry out and writhe as much as I’m able being tied up. Not being able to close my legs even a little makes the pleasure that much more intense, makes each lap of his tongue somehow feel better than ever before. I’m already close, having been constantly hovering on the edge, desperately chasing the release that won’t come.

“Alaric,” I moan as he rolls his tongue expertly. “Please,” I beg, pulling against the restraints, more desperate and frenzied than I’ve ever been, could ever have even imagined being.

“Come, Keeva. Come for me,” he growls as he shifts, latching his mouth over my clit and sucking hard, two fingers suddenly thrusting inside and curling in just the right spot

I scream as the strongest climax I’ve ever experienced rocks through me like an explosion. My body convulses, pulling against the leather straps until they creak and whine, and before I can even begin to come down, before the spasms even begin to slow, Alaric is above me, sliding inside and kissing me deeply. The straps holding my legs fall away and I wrap my thighs around him, desperate to hold him to me, needing him so badly it scares me. My hands are still tied, but he reaches above me and intertwines our fingers as he moves, rocking his hips in long, measured thrusts. I would have thought he’d be in a frenzy, going what I always lovingly refer to as “primal vampire,” lost to everything but his basest desires and needs, but as always, my Alaric surprises me.

He pulls back and holds my gaze as he moves, my orgasm never quite stopping completely and already building on itself again.

“I love you, Dahlia,” he whispers. My heart swells and cracks finally hearing the words.

“I love you too.”

He closes his eyes, his body shuddering. “Say it again,” he begs.

I do. I say it over and over as he moves, as I clench his hands so tightly I’m sure I would have broken his fingers had he been a normal man. He growls it once more at my neck before he sinks his fangs into my flesh and another orgasm rocks through me. I cry out and cling to him as I fall, spiraling out into the nothingness. He follows behind, roaring against my throat and collapsing on top of me.

We lay there for what might be hours, both out of breath and slicked with sweat. He eventually moves to the side and reaches above me to untie my hands, bringing my chaffed wrists to his mouth and kissing them gently. I’m sure they must be a bit sore, but the feeling is so distant that I can’t even wrap my arms around it. Even so, he pricks his thumb on a fang and smears a bit of his blood over the red marks. He pulls me tightly against his side, kissing the top of my head.

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