Page 34 of Venomous Lust
For a long time, she screamed as Khal’s fangs dug into her throat, piercing the delicate flesh, sharp pain flashing through her as his bite broke her skin. But she wasn’t scared. More pleasure flowed through her body, centering around that wicked, expert finger on her pussy.
Finally, as the pleasure receded and she was able to think more clearly, Hazel opened her eyes. Khal had freed her throat and was staring at her with eyes that weren’t deep and blue like a bottomless lake. They gleamed like beacons, almost pulsing with a light from within, casting shadows over his face that hardened the masculine, angular features into a fearsome, primitive mask.
Fear welled inside Hazel at the sight of him, but at the same time, something else awoke inside her. Something female and wanting, something that recognized Khal for what he was.
He was hers. Her mate, her other half, the very thing that had been missing from her life.
“There is no going back now, Hazel. You’re mine. You’ve been mine since I first laid eyes on you.”
That was all the warning Khal gave her. He dropped her; the sudden withdrawal of his hands like a slap. She collapsed to her knees, almost crawling after him as he stalked to the control panel in the wall and slammed his fist on the open button. Hazel watched, wariness and need battling inside her body, as Khal walked back to her while the loading dock opened to reveal the dust of the red planet.
“Gerkin won’t have his Mating Ceremony.” Khal growled the words as he got near her. “Like it or not, I’m claiming you now.”
Then, there was no space for words anymore. Khal went to Hazel, his strong hands picking her up like she weighed nothing more than a bundle of rags. He turned her away from him, his hardness molding against her back as his hands pinned her in place. She was vaguely aware of the other door opening, of Zaxis standing in the back, of his stunned face, full of shock and fear as Khal’s hands ran over her curves in a blatant declaration of ownership.
She wanted to speak, wanted to protest, to say she belonged to no one, but her voice was gone. In its place, a tortured female moan rose when those same hands traveled to her neck, tilting her head to the side.
Khal’s mouth closed on her throat, his fangs raking her skin as his kiss traveled to the hollow of her shoulder. One hand slid down her stomach and inside her pants, cupping her still wet mound, finding her still swollen and needy for his touch.
Hazel’s mind rebelled, knowing Zaxis was still watching, seeing figures appearing in the red dust, approaching to witness the show. To see Khal’s hands on her body, inside her body. Approaching to see her collapse from pleasure and shame all at once.
“Now you belong to me.” Khal spoke, but it wasn’t his voice anymore. It was the gravely growl of a feral beast, full of danger and the dark threats of the unknown. It made her even wetter, despite the burning knowledge that people were watching them.
Watchingher.
His finger dug into her depths, and his thumb came to rest on her clit as his fangs raked her skin. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a deadly dance as blood trickled down her shoulder and over her breast. Her nipples hardened to the point of pain as the droplet of blood slid slowly on top of one of them, wetting her tank top. Sensations flowed through her entire body until even the smallest point of contact between her and Khal could send her toppling over into an abyss of rapture she would never crawl out of.
Never want to crawl out of.
Then he did it. His fangs embedded into her flesh, digging deep into the soft tissue of her shoulder. Pain exploded as rapture washed over her, Khal’s wicked hand still touching her sex. The orgasm grew as fire spread underneath her skin, erasing the pain to turn it into a blessed brazier, consuming her flesh to leave nothing but replete ashes behind.
Hazel screamed, loud and long to the measure of her pleasure, until her voice gave out… and still her lungs croaked.
Then, slowly, she recovered. His fangs left her flesh and blood poured freely down her shoulder as Khal’s breathing changed at her back. His hand came out of her pants while the one that had kept her head still slid down one arm and closed on her wrist. His other hand did the same and Hazel found herself displayed, her arms held wide apart as Khal still breathed like the oxygen in the air wasn’t enough. Like he was preparing for a long dive underwater.
As her mind recovered from the intensity of the pleasure, Hazel opened her eyes. Her gaze tried to find Khal’s but he was holding her too close, he was too tall above her.
Then she looked around. At Zaxis, whose face was completely devoid of color. At the Eoks, who stared with varying expressions of disbelief.
Then at Commander Gerkin, who stood in the middle of the crowd, his face twisted with rage and his eyes blazing with pure hatred.
Then she forgot all about Gerkin and his evil stare as a chant floated in the red, dust-saturated air of Garana like an ode to carnal possession.
The chant floated in the air for an impossibly long time as Khal’s chest vibrated. She could feel every tremor from his chest all the way to his throat as the wordless music filled the space. The notes were tender and raw, yet as possessive as the hands on her body, molding her to the male form of the warrior like she was a part of him and he an extension of her.
As Khal sang above her head, something snapped inside her, like a long-forgotten link in a broken chain, suddenly coming to life. Lust and heat rose from deep within her body, invading her mind. Erasing all that wasn’t Khal, all that wasn’t those hot hands on her body, that warm breath on her wet skin.
Need grew between her legs, imperious and wild. A need only one thing could satisfy.
Finally, just when she was thinking Khal would never draw another breath, the song ended. The Eok released her wrists and, in one fast motion, jerked her around. The motion made her lose her balance, but his strong arms locked around her body, pinning her against a wall of hard flesh.
Blue eyes, deep and full of an emotion that pinched her throat and left her knees weak, locked with hers.
“It is done.” Khal spoke low, his words almost lost in the guttural, animal tone of his voice. “You are my bloodmate, Hazel. And now, I will claim what is mine.”
All Hazel could think as Khal swept her off the ground to carry her, pressed close to him, back inside the Myrador, was that she was lost.
And she never wanted to be found.
