Page 31 of Forced Vampire Mate

Laughter bubbled in my throat as I reached behind myself to get my bra as he tossed away the scraps of cloth. The key fell from the loose cups to his chest, and I brushed it aside before dropping my bra. There was no tenderness, no hesitation as Luken slid his hands between my legs. His fingers sought out my clit. The bundle of nerves was already hard, and when he touched it, I jerked.

“Ooh!” I gasped.

“Fuck, you’re already wet,” Luken said, his eyes hungrily between my thighs as he pushed a finger into me. I rocked, wanting more of that feeling inside of me.

“Of course I’m wet. How could I not be when you drank from me?” I groaned, grinding myself against his hand.

He pushed a second finger inside of me, his thumb working against my clit. It felt so good and my movement grew more frantic, chasing that high, wanting more. The bond started to open from his side and I closed it on mine automatically, not even thinking about it. The look in Luken’s eyes didn’t change, nor did the rhythm of his hands, so I let my head fall back and didn’t think about it.

I reached between us and took his cock in my hand, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside of me. Our movements were frantic, quick, and desperate. The desire that burned through me was almost too much to bear. How was I not bursting into flames right now? I grunted as I moved my hips, wanting more, needing more.

“Elara,” Luken grunted, lifting his hips to slide his cock through my hand. “You have no idea how fucking amazing it is.”

I opened my eyes again and looked down at him. His eyes were half-shut, the look in his eyes akin to awe. A sense of power swept through me. Luken Holakas, king of the vampires, was helpless with his desire for me. He looked at me as though I was a goddess, someone innately deserving of worship. It was a heady feeling, making my need for him reach an even higher peak.

“Luken,” I groaned.

He shuddered beneath me. Keeping his hand between us still, he wrapped his other arm around me, pulling me closer as though he didn’t want any space between our bodies. His mouth found mine, hungry and demanding and insatiable. Something inside of me snapped. There was too much distance between us. I needed him more than my next breath. With a groan, I pushed myself tightly against him, so much that I couldn’t stroke him, and his hand was forced to stay still.

“Elara,” he laughed, groaning. “Move back a little. I want to make you climax.”

“Not with your hand,” I whispered back to him.

His gaze searched mine, his breathing growing ragged. “Are you sure? I don’t want regrets between us.”

“I’m sure,” I panted.

Both his hands grabbed my hips, and he twisted, putting me on my back again. The fingers of the hand that had been inside of me were wet. I enjoyed the feeling of it, the knowledge that he’d gotten me so aroused. The scent of his arousal filled the camp, and I grinned.

Luken took my wrists and pinned them over my head again. His jaw worked as he moved down my body, kissing my skin. He stopped at my breast and leisurely tasted my nipple, making it harden. The nipple on my other breast followed suit, aching to be touched. I tried to pull out of his grip, and he held me tighter as he moved to the other breast. The feeling of his mouth on this sensitive part of me made me gasp and writhe beneath him.

He moved lower, kissing the ridge of scar that just barely missed my breasts.

“Oh,” I gasped.

Luken adjusted his hold on me and looked into my eyes. “Is that alright?”

“I can’t really feel it,” I admitted. “The nerve endings didn’t survive. So I can’t feel it when you touch me so softly on my scars.”

He kissed the top of my breast and moved between them, kissing and licking in a way that made my skin feel like I was submerged in a pleasant bath.

“I know you said you wanted to be on top,” he whispered into my ribs. “But I…” he trailed off, as though he wasn’t sure what to say.

I lifted my hips, thrusting against him. “It’s fine. I want you too badly to care what position we’re in. But I get to be on top next time.”

He returned to my mouth as he held both my hands in one of his. He reached down to guide himself to my entrance using his free hand. He thrust all the way in with one smooth motion. My body tensed, and I gasped at the barest hints of pain from the suddenness of his actions. But I instantly began to undulate, thrusting my hips up, seeking for the friction of his cock moving inside of me. Luken matched me, both of us moving with intensity and purpose. His free hand moved to my hip, holding me in place as he moved hard and fast. I felt as though I could feel him in every inch of my body, all the way down to my toes. My chest and face flushed as he gazed intently into my eyes, as though he was devouring my soul. Even my tattoos pulsed with orgasm.

“I’m coming,” he growled, starting to pull out of me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. I didn’t want anything to break this connection. I didn’t want him to put any space between us. It was like a ball of light was sitting inside of me, and I couldn’t lose it. I thrust my hips up hard as he came down. His rhythm stuttered, and the tendons on his neck stood out.

All at once he roared, his cock pulsing inside of me. I felt his release and let myself fall back, my muscles answering as I followed him into bliss.

Chapter 15

I woke to a pleasant, unhinged sort of feeling throughout my body. The smell of smoke and cooking food made my stomach rumble, and I rolled onto my back, stretching my arms over my head. Luken was close by, working over a fire. My stomach clenched as I remembered our fevered activities. And now he was making me food again. My cheeks warmed. I hadn’t had anyone take care of me since Mom died. Even the nuns who looked after me while I was recovering from my burns were cold.

Luken glanced over at me and smiled. Everything about him was relaxed, and my stomach squeezed again. I did that. He was so relaxed because ofme.

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