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Khal bent, his fangs raking the delicate skin of Hazel’s throat. The female quivered and whimpered under his hold, but she didn’t fight him. He growled with approval as the sweet scent of her arousal came to his nostrils. His seed stem pulsed with need, his seed sack tightening imperiously as he flattened her lush, supple body against his own.
“You’re mine, Hazel,” Khal growled against her flesh. “The Mating Venom can’t be denied. But I still want you willing as I rut over you like the beast that I am.”
His words—words that would have sent any sane female cowering into a corner, crying out in fright—made Hazel moan in response. Her small hands flattened against his chest, but instead of pushing him away, they ran down his stomach and lower to the narrow of his hips.
When her fine-fingered hand closed over his throbbing seed stem, cupping its hardness over the heavy synthetic leather fabric, Khal knew. There was no waiting. No Ceremony to appease Gerkin’s troops.
He was claiming her now; no witness, no ceremony.
“Say you’re mine, Hazel,” Khal ordered her, his hands closing ever stronger around her body. He held on to her desperately, needing her approval, needing her to want him as much as he wanted her. He needed her like he needed air, like he needed blood in his veins, and muscles around his bones.
He wanted her with a physical pain, a torturous imperative to bond the female to him in a way that couldn’t be undone. In a way that couldn’t be denied.
Her body responded to his touch, all those female curves molding to his hardness, her soft, giving flesh clamoring for rough possession.
He kissed her again, just at the base of her neck, where her throat connected to her slender, long neck. The taste of her skin was sweet and salty as he lapped at it, her heart beating a crazy, fast rhythm.
His hand ran low down her body, closing on her glorious ass. He pulled her into him further, his seed stem digging into the flesh of her stomach. His lust for her was a living thing, consuming every inch of his body like a ravenous animal.
Above his head, Hazel moaned again, louder and more tortured. So much more feminine. Such a sweet surrender.
His hand slipped to her narrow waist, then to the front of her pants. His fingers opened the button and slid inside. Moisture and heat found his fingertips as he slid a finger between the lips of her sex.
Hazel jerked her hips forward, driven by her instincts to increase the sensation. The Mating Venom made her feel each of his strokes over her small nerve bundle stronger, more deeply. Each of the licks of his tongue over her skin massaged more of the poison into her bloodstream. He knew this was manipulation, that he was pushing her towards something she hadn’t chosen of her own free will.
But free will was an illusion. She had no more choice in the matter than he. The Midnight God had made her perfect for him and had placed her in his path.
He stroked that tiny nub, that bundle of nerves that made her body sing. Her sex swelled and exquisite wetness covered his fingers as she moaned and gasped under his touch. She was so responsive, so utterly and totally female. He wanted to feel her come around his finger, collapse in his arms in total surrender. As he kept sliding his finger into her silken depths, then coming out to circle her bundle of nerves, she grew restless under his touch, moving to push her hips closer, her breasts flattening against his chest.
She was almost ready for him.
“Say it,” he growled again against her neck, his mind gone to the lust, his life hanging on the sound of pleasure coming off her lips. “Say you’re mine, then I’ll let you scream my name until your voice gives out.”
“I’m yours, Khal.” Her voice was no louder than a dying breath, but he heard it anyway. “I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“Forever. You’re mine until the Midnight God rips you from my hands, Hazel.”
Then he was lost to the Mating Venom, and all that mattered was Hazel and the Bond between them that nothing could break.
Chapter 11
Hazel
His hands were on her body, his mouth on her throat like some kind of feral predator, sharp fangs pushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, his hot, wet tongue lapping at the crazed beat of her jugular.
Hot wetness dripped between her legs, soaking Khal’s hand, saturating her panties, sliding down the inside seams of her synthetic leather pants.
What’s happening to me? I can’t stop this. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
And more than anything, she didn’t want to. Fire ran under her skin, flowing inside her veins and arteries, spreading like embers across dry brush, lighting wildfires all over her body. Her mind tried to hold on to reality but it was slippery, like a wet fish in a stream, and she kept getting lost in the lust as if beneath a strong current.
He did something to me. Something that made me react this way.
It was in that Mating Venom, she would bet her freedom on it. But even knowing that didn’t change anything. She was powerless against the flood of the desire only Khal’s touch could quench. His wretched fingers dipped into her depths, then dragged silken wetness all the way to her clit, making her whimper and jerk her hips as his thumb brushed her clit and a single long, thick digit entered her quivering core.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t resist.
Still, those fingers entered her, rubbing up to her clit in a faster and faster pace. She knew she was going to come, hard and long. Hazel screamed as the most powerful climax of her life blindsided her. Pleasure exploded from deep inside her body as her walls squeezed around Khal’s finger, trying to suck him in even deeper.
