Page 88 of Shadow Bound

After a while, she runs out of tears and she pulls her head away from my neck so she can look at my face. The whites of her eyes are bloodshot, making her pale eyes look even bluer. They look over my face, searching for something.

“You’re an idiot.” She sniffs. “You’re aware of that, right?”

I kiss her nose. “I think my plan worked out perfectly, I got the girl, didn’t I?” I tell her, unable to stop the cocky smirk that grows on my face. “And just so you know, I’d do it again and again if we ended up exactly like we are now.”

“With me in your lap, breaking down, getting tears and snot all over your neck?” she asks puzzled, making me laugh.

“No, with you in my lap,trustingme enough to be here for you during your breakdown.” My hand pulls her curtain of raven-black hair to one side, exposing her glorious neck to me. “The snot I could take or leave,” I murmur before leaning down to press a kiss to her creamy neck. “One day soon, I want to see my mark here.” I scrape my teeth across the spot on her neck I’ll sink my fangs into during our mating ceremony.

She shudders as I work my mouth across the juncture of her neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I know, I want that too,” she admits, but lets out a frustrated sigh. “I know I’m the reason the mating aura hasn’t appeared. I’m trying to let go and just let it happen, but—”

I cut off her worrying by placing my fingers over her lips. “Shh, Beau, it’s okay,” I assure her. “I’m not in a rush. Do I want you to be my bloodmateandmy mate? Yes, more than anything, but I can be patient. You’re already mine in every way that counts, the mating ceremony will just be another way of solidifying it. It’ll happen when you’re ready and only when you’re ready.”

“You’ve been mine for ten months already, we just didn’t know.” Beau’s eyes flare with heat when I resume my caressing of her neck. “I feel like I should be ready.”

“It’ll happen, baby, don’t stress.” I kiss up her neck to her jaw and finally to her mouth. Her skin tastes salty from all the tears she cried, but as always, her mouth tastes like the sweetest honey. “I just want you to relax,” I tell her between kisses.

My fingers grip the hem of her shirt, luckily, she’s not wearing one of her complicated corset tops today, just a simple oversized black thermal. It isn’t until I’ve pulled the top from her body that I figure out it’s mine. I like her in my clothes, but I like taking them off her even more. “Do you feel better now that you have my blood in your veins?”

“Yes,” she purrs.

“How’s the bloodlust? Still raging inside of you?” I question as I tackle the clasp of her bra.

“Quiet—silent even,” Beau tells me, pulling her arms from the straps of the lacy bra. “Esme told Winslow that it usually works this way. The bloodlust is eliminated now that I’m getting the blood I need.”

“It’s theonlyblood you’ll ever need or have again,” I remind her as I abruptly twist our position on the bed. With her now under me, I grind my hips into hers letting her know exactly how she makes me feel. “Just like you’re all I’ll ever need.”

She gasps as I continue to grind into her through her leggings and my jeans. “Ransom, I need you.” She mews. “Please.”

Isabeau begging without putting up a fight? Is it Christmas?

“I’m yours.”

In a frantic frenzy, I manage to get both of our bottoms off. There is no reason to rip her lacy panties off this time because it turns out, the little vixen isn’t wearing any today. She’s either getting smart or I’ve finally ruined all of the pairs she owns. I was serious when I told her I’d buy her more—I’ll buy her anything and everything she could ever want.

When the ordeal with Nessa and Noah is over, my first priority will be buying her a home. While I haven’t lived there in months, my belongings are still at my parents’ house. I didn’t mind still living with them because for the most part, I was never there, but now that I have Isabeau, we will need our own space.

I press two fingers to the seam of Beau’s lips. “Open,” I instruct. Pale eyes flaring, she slowly opens her mouth, allowing me to dip my fingers inside. “Suck.” She does what she’s told, sucking on my fingers, her skilled tongue twirling around them makes me groan low in my throat, my hard cock aching for attention.

When I begin to pull them from her mouth, she nips at them with her blunt teeth. “We can do that later, baby.” My promise only makes her eyes heat more. “Let’s focus on your other needs right now.”

My wet fingers, courtesy of Beau’s hot mouth, plunge between her thighs. I growl in pleasure when I find her already wet for me. Pumping my fingers into her, I ready her further for my dick.

When she’s panting and starting to writhe beneath me, I know she’s ready. Pressing a quick rough kiss to her lips, I place one of her legs over my shoulder so I’m able to sink myself as deep as possible into her. I want her to feel meeverywherewhen I’m inside of her.

Holding her icy eyes, I position the tip of my cock at her entrance before pushing deep inside of her channel with one fluid motion. Her lips part in a silent scream, her back arching in a way that can’t be comfortable.

I don’t wait for her to come down from the initial shock, instead I start my brutal pace, impaling her with hard quick strokes. She doesn’t shy away or beg me to slow down, if anything she urges me to go faster, her hips working against mine.

We work together in perfect harmony, each of us understands what the other needs without having to say it aloud. I thought when people said that sex is better when you’re with someone you love were full of shit. Sex is sex… it always feels good. I now have to eat crow, because those people were so right.

Her nails drag down my back, digging deep enough to draw blood, but I like it.

Dipping my head, I catch her bottom lip between my teeth. She pants as I ride her hard, hitting every nerve hidden deep inside of her. I only release her lip so I can kiss the shit out of her, our tongues dancing together. Her hands leave my back to sink into my hair, her fingers tugging at the strands, causing my scalp to prickle with pain.

I growl into her mouth, making her smile against my lips.

My response is to pull her raised leg straighter to my chest and push her other leg wider, spreading her thighs wider for me. The new angle makes her scream and her grip on my hair tightens.

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