Page 89 of Haunted Nightmares

If I can get into the bathroom without this turning into a big deal, I can take care of what I need to then I’ll explain everythingto him. Starting with how we’ve never really, seriously talked about young and the middle of my cycle isn’t really the time to do it so we should probably wait things out. Which is laughable. I’m mated to one of the most sexually deviant and driven males to ever walk the planet and I don’t think he’s going to all of the sudden become abstinent while my body is basically begging him to keep his dick inside me at all times.

This is going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Especially as I finally get to the bathroom door and can actually see the second Wraith scents my blood.

“What are you hiding from me, my sweet little mate?” He begins stalking toward me, that devious grin slowly spreading across his handsome face. “Something decadent, yeah?”

Our bedroom door slams shut on its own, the shudders on the outside of the windows do the same and when the bathroom door closes behind me, I know without checking I won’t be able to open it.

Oh boy.

Here we go.

My wicked king closes his eyes has he inhales deeply, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he tips his head back on a groan. “Fucking hell, love, you smell divine.”

I swallow hard as my pulse starts to race, my core aching with need, my desire overpowering the pain I know my mate can take away. This isn’t how I wanted this to go, though, not really. I didn’t realize my cycle was going to come so soon after we were back together, and I wanted to be able to prepare him for it since we didn’t have the chance before.

Granted, I probably should have talked to him about all this the second my first cramp hit but I must have been in denial or something else really dumb because I didn’t, and now Wraith has me locked in our bedroom and is hunting me like prey.

“Exactly,” he says, pointing his fingers in my direction. “But I don’t want to hunt, not right now.” He flicks his wrist and I go sailing through the air, gently landing on my back in the middle of our bed. “I want tofeast.”

My clothes melt away with another sweeping gesture and as Wraith stops at the end of the bed, he lifts his hand, spreads his index and middle fingers, and my legs open wide.

Luckily, I’m way too turned on to be embarrassed, even with the way his stare zeros in on my pussy and the blood that started this entire mess. I like his eyes on me, I always have, and the hunger I see on his face when he kneels on the mattress, it floods my belly with an intense heat. No room for embarrassment with that going on.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wraith places his palms on the inside of my knees then pushes them out and up, his eyes still fixed in place. “As your mate, shouldn’t I know?”

All I can do is nod.

He’s right, we both know he is, but that’s not even the point right now.

“Should I punish you for not telling me?” Wraith’s eyes flick to mine long enough to see me nod again then he’s staring at the small puddle of blood I can feel forming under my ass. “Then, since you waited to tell me your body was ready to accept my seed.” His eyes flare before they darken in a way I haven’t seen before, his voice deeper, and he’s breathing heavier than usual. “I will make you wait to receive it. You will wait until your cunt aches so badly that you plead with me to ease your pain, that you beg for my cock to fill your womb so full of my cum it runs down your thighs for days.”

Oh my god.

If we don’t make a baby when we finally have sex, his words are going to knock me up all on their own. Because female vampires bleed when we’re most fertile, when it’s almostguaranteed we’ll get pregnant, and the blood and pheromones ensure that our mate is ready and willing—and half crazed—to get the job done. That’s why we needed to talk first but the time for that has passed and there is absolutely no going back now.

I watch as Wraith lowers himself between my thighs, his fangs dragging down the left one until his mouth is level with my core. He smiles at me, a beautiful, evil smile that promises torturous and euphoric orgasms but then it’s gone, and I feel him lick me from bottom to top in an agonizingly slow drag of that wicked tongue.

My back arches from one swipe, one velvet lick but when I feel Wraith’s claws dig into my thighs as he lifts them over his shoulders, I know he’s going to make me wait just like he said he would. Maybe not for an orgasm, but I’m definitely going to be waiting for him to make love to me.

Another growl rumbles out of him, my wicked king’s breath fanning against my core. “This is all for me, yeah? Your blood, your ache? Your cunt weeps for my seed, for your mate to fuck a baby into your womb, yes?”

Oh, my gods!

Oh, gods, that isexactlywhat I want but only because hearing him say it is probably going to make it happen.

He’ll be the first male ever to impregnate his mate with his tongue.

I cry out as Wraith nips at my clit, his fang barely grazing it before he sucks it aggressively between his lips. He sucks and flicks, flattens his tongue with a growl I can feel all the way to my nipples. I grab my breasts as my hips buck in his face, pinching the pointed tips while my mate devours me.

“You think I’m devouring you?” I look down my body in time to see him adjust, one hand coming around my thigh toward the top of my pussy to open me up further while the other disappears. “Oh, my love, you’ve underestimated me.”

Two fingers plunge inside me and I see stars, my back bowing as I squeeze my breasts and moan his name.

He chuckles darkly while he pushes them deep, twisting and curling, hitting my g-spot on a gush of blood.

“Fucking beautiful,” he groans. “Your need for me is goddamn perfection.”

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