Page 65 of Queen of Vampire Hearts

“I’m going to be inside this pussy tonight. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

She drenched my hand, her arousal increasing the more I talked to her, the more controlling I became. She was so responsive, shivering and moaning as my other hand came down to snap her garters again. When I could finally get a clear thought through my head, I was going to show her all the dark things she would beg for. This was just the beginning.

“These tits, this ass, this amazing pussy. They all belong to me.”

I picked up the rhythm of my fingers, my other hand playing with her clit, taking her toward her first orgasm.

“Gods!” she screamed without a care who heard.

Her back bowed, her breaths coming in short pants as her orgasm began. She screamed my name as it crested and then collapsed bonelessly onto the bed. I was tempted to push her toward another, but didn’t think I could last. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us over. She straddled me, her cheeks flushed and her lilac eyes glowing. The slickness I felt on the tip of my cock nearly made me lose my control, and I fought the need to thrust up into her pussy. I would be damned if I acted like an untried youth and came before I was in her.

Without saying anything, she braced her hands on my chest and rocked herself on the tip of my cock, teasing me with shallow thrusts inside her. I was so close to the paradise awaiting me. I had to get inside of her.

“No more teasing, Phoebe. I need to be inside you. Work yourself down on me.” My muscles bulged with strain, actively resisting the instinctive urge to plunge inside her. She continued her short, shallow thrusts, taking more of me each time. “More!” I growled.

She whimpered, slowly easing herself down on me, the crown of my cock just breaching her. I was so close to where I would kill to be. She had taken maybe an inch, almost two, when she moaned, “Gods, you’re filling me up.”

“More!” I growled, my claws digging into her hips, tempted to wrench her down and force her to take all of me. My fangs filled my mouth, needing to bite her, to claim her.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” I bit out, my voice unrecognizably rough.

“You won’t. I trust you,” Phoebe murmured, taking in more of me.

At her words, my control frayed and snapped. My claws dug into her hips as I slammed her down on me, forcing her to take my length. She yelped and then panted as she cautiously rocked her hips back and forth on me. Her body welcomed mine with a rush of liquid heat around my cock. She moaned as she slid up and down on me, and that was all I could take.

I flipped us over and laid on top of her, thrusting inside her, frenzied and out of control. She came again around my cock, but I didn’t let up, didn’t pull back, continuing my punishing pace inside her. I grabbed one of her legs, throwing it over my shoulder, widening her hips to take more of me, continuing to grind inside her. She tossed her head as she submitted, unable to do much more than allow me to do whatever I wanted.

Mine.

I was frantic for her, fucking her pussy for all I was worth, and she was wild for it, her nails and heels digging into my back. The tension in my body increased, knowing I was on the verge of coming, and I glanced at her throat, at the pulse beating there.

“Need your blood.”

She didn’t even hesitate, just lifted her chin and offered her throat. I sank my fangs into her neck, making her scream as another orgasm ripped through her. The taste of her blood sent me soaring toward my own. I kept thrusting, the feeling of being inside her indescribable.

If I wasn’t already lost for her, this moment would have sealed it. I pulled my fangs out of her and rolled so she rested on top of me. Her strong cherry blossom scent was now tinged with my own. She was mine. She couldn’t ever leave me. I clutched her to me, kissing her forehead, nose, eyelids.

“Mine. Forever,” I growled.

Forever. I’d claimed her forever. Phoebe was finally mine. Already the persistent banging of the bloodlust in my head had receded.

“Yours,” she murmured. Her eyes twinkled as she kissed me rough and deep, making my shaft stir again inside of her. “Mine,” she growled, imitating my accent, forcing a smile from me. She wiggled her hips and squeezed my cock with her inner muscles, making me harden again. My queen was insatiable. I was going to need every ounce of my immortal resilience to satisfy her. It was the first time I’d looked forward to the years ahead of me. I knew it would take every one of them to satisfy the need for my mate.

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The Realm of Mortals.

Întuneric Castel, Romania.

I didn’t fight. Until the very last second, I expected them to pull the plug on the whole thing and announce to everyone that I’d learned my lesson. You can’t execute someone for thinking about committing a crime.

I didn’t fight, so I burned, just like all the other witches who came before me, just like my ancestors. Time passes, but nothing ever changes.

HOLY SHIT,I thought for probably the hundredth time as I sprawled across Lucien’s chest, every molecule of my body sated. We made love five more times until I begged for a slight reprieve. His stamina was impossible to keep up with, even for me.Mated and sated.I guess the old sayings were true.I always thought sex was just...well,sex. But when Lucien’s eyes locked on mine and he first moved inside me, I felt an almost soul-deep connection snap into place. Now, I felt altered, as if there was a pre-cataclysmic-sex-Phoebe and a post-apocalyptic-sex-Phoebe. And this was only our beginning.

I sighed and glanced up at him. His eyes were hooded, and his hand was idly tracing patterns on my back. I shivered at the intensity of his gaze and asked, “Do I smell different?”

Lucien leaned closer, taking an exaggerated sniff of my skin before licking my neck, making me giggle.

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