Page 26 of Property of Mako
She framed my face with her dainty yet callused hands. Then she pulled my lips to hers and tilted her hips in such a way that she was sliding her wet slit along my length. As our kiss grew more desperate, so did my need.
“Please,” she whispered into my mouth as she wiggled beneath me, leaving no room for misunderstanding her desire.
With her riotous curls in my grip, I stared into her beautiful eyes and reached down to rub the head of my cock through her wetness. When I knew it was well-coated in her slick fluids, I started to slide it inside her welcome heat.
“Sweet fuck,” I blurted out as I worked my way deeper until I was seated fully in her sheath. It had been a long damn time since I’d fucked anyone, but I knew that wasn’t what this was. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to claim her, mark her, own her—because it knew that she was made for me.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as I fought for the strength to hold myself back. As a human, she was fragile to a vampire that got lost in the throes of sexual madness. I never wanted to hurt her.
“Calix,” she begged, her nails scoring my back as she clung to me.
I swallowed hard, then I withdrew and plunged back inside her.
“Yes!” she cried out as her eyes rolled.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I insisted through gritted teeth.
“You won’t, I promise. Please, Calix, it’s been so long,” she breathlessly pleaded while trying to move beneath me. “Fuck me.”
She didn’t understand that I could very well hurt her, though I would never want to. Yet when she said, “Fuck me,” my resolve shattered, and I gave her what she asked for. Relentless, I drove into her over and over. With each thrust, I ground my pelvis against her clit, causing her to squeeze my shoulders and claw at my back.
“Oh God, right there! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she chanted as she found her rhythm, and it complemented mine like I knew it would. After all, we were literally two halves of a whole.
Her tight pussy clenched around my hard shaft, and I knew she was indeed close. Her little mews were music to my ears. Though I knew this was what she wanted, she had no idea how much I was still holding back. Resting on one elbow, I used my free hand to roll her pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I watched her expressions as they lit up her gorgeous face.
Finally, she moaned and squeezed me until I was gritting my teeth. Without conscious thought, my canines elongated, and they pressed against my lower lip. Lord knows I didn’t mean to, but she fisted my hair and pressed my face to her neck. My good intentions evaporated, and I sank my teeth into her soft flesh. The second I did, she gasped and let out the sexiest little moan. Her back arched, pushing her perfect tits into my hand and against my chest.
“Yessss!” she screamed as her climax hit her full force.
The spicy-sweet flavor of her blood as it hit my tongue had me joining her in her orgasm. I’d never tasted anything like her. She was like a fine wine—exotic and rich. The notes I detected were unbelievable. I buried myself deep in her pulsing cunt and emptied every drop of cum I had into her waiting body until we were both violently trembling.
Her fingers loosened from the grip they had on me, and her hand fell limp to my shoulder and then the bed. Realizing I’d gotten carried away just as I’d feared, I immediately retracted my fangs and licked the wounds to seal them off.
More worried than I had been in ages, I checked the other side for a pulse. It was weak, and I cursed myself for being so negligent. I wasn’t a baby vampire; I fucking knew better. Normally, I had impeccable self-control. Yet, I’d obviously never encountered my mate.
“Shit. Lyra? Baby, are you okay?” I gently patted her cheek and gave her a little shake.
“Mmm,” was all I got out of her.
Fear wasn’t a common feeling for me, yet in that moment, I was so afraid I’d gone too far. She was so pale. Her breaths were shallow. Her pulse still faint.
“Dammit,” I cursed as I dragged the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered her. Then I pulled out my phone and called someone I hadn’t spoken to in over eighty years.
“Evette… I have a problem,” I said before she could so much as say hello.
“Well, hello to you too, asshole,” she snapped before I heard her yawn. A man’s voice murmured nearby, and I heard her reassure him she would be right back. That was followed by soft footsteps and a door closing. “You have some nerve. You call me for the first time in a hundred years?—”
“Eighty,” I corrected.
She went silent a moment before she huffed loudly. “Calix, you are two point five seconds from me hanging up on you. What the fuck do you want?”
“I met my mate, and I might’ve gone too far. You’re the only person I knew to call.”
If I thought she was silent before, at my announcement, I had to actually look at my phone to see if we were still connected. “Evette?”
“Well, holy shit. Will wonders never cease?”
“What do I do?” I asked.
