Page 17 of Captivated
As I’d always liked, even as Gwen in this lifetime.
Crying, I held him with my entire body. Squeezing him tightly, inside and out. So long. I couldn’t even remember the last lifetime that he’d been both my Blood and my lover.
I wanted to drink from him until we both passed out in bliss, but I also wanted so much more than his blood. He didn’t move or thrust, even though he felt like a steel sword inside me. I ran my hands down his shoulders and back, and his muscles quivered. My Blood was on the edge of release, without moving an inch inside me.
I licked my jagged punctures and dropped my head back to the pillow so I could see his face.
His eyes burned with lust. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his nostrils flaring with each labored breath. But he waited for my next order.
I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his parted lips. His fangs glistened like small swords, so long and brutal it made me shiver to remember the feel of him inside me.
Dick and fangs, piercing me. It had been so fucking long.
Yet he waited, determined to carry out my every wish before indulging in his own needs. He’d never understood that I loved watching him come inside me as much as any pleasure he could give me.
I didn’t say anything, but only turned my face aside to bare my throat.
He shuddered, his dick thumping hard inside me, lengthening even more.
As if in slow motion, he lowered his head. My hips automatically tipped up, taking him deeper. Because I knew that when he sank his fangs into me…
I was going to come. Hard.
He knew it too.
With exquisite care, he pierced my throat. I felt the slide of his fangs inside me, a mini thrust, even though his hips didn’t move. My clit pulsed, and I came apart beneath him. Power crashed and rolled inside me, thrusting me up into the stratosphere only to slam me back to earth. I clawed at his back and writhed beneath him, every muscle begging for him to move. I wanted him thrusting into me. Pinning me. Sweat and muscle straining to please me. Out of control.
“Lance!”
The sound of his name on my lips had always been his undoing. He slid one hand beneath my neck, cradling my head so he didn’t accidentally tear his punctures. I felt his other hand sliding up past my head to grip one of the headboard bars for leverage.
Then he flexed, as if his body was one giant muscle. His back heaved, his buttocks tightening beneath my hands. I dug my fingers into his ass, urging him harder. Deeper. He still hadn’t let go. Not completely.
I had a sudden horrible thought. I hadn’t asked him if Elaine had gotten to him in this lifetime. If she’d taken him, and hurt him or forced him…
:No,:he growled in my mind.:I’m yours. Only yours.:
His mind touched mine and I could cry at how beautiful it felt to have him inside me, body and heart and soul. At last.At last.
My blood stirred his beast, the manticore. If his lion didn’t tear you apart, you’d die from his poisonous scorpion tail. Plus, he could fly, his leathery wings more like a dragon than a bird’s. Against most enemies, the manticore would have been a formidable, unbeatable opponent.
But Arthur’s massive dragon had always dwarfed him. I couldn’t bear watching the dragon tear Lance’s manticore apart again like a giant bird of prey playing with its food.
With my bond taking root in Lance, I felt his release boiling up his spine, ready to erupt. He threw his head back, dribbling my blood down his chin. He pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, so he could slam back inside me. My breath rushed out on a low grunt. There, that was the delicious, heavy throb I wanted to feel. He thrust again, thudding up inside me so hard that I saw stars. Brilliant white starbursts that spun through my head. Brighter. Until a blast of white completely overwhelmed my senses.
Shuddering with release, I clung to him as he shook and strained on top of me. His breath rushed out on a deep bellow that rattled his chest against me. He spurted inside me, a hot flood of desire that my body lapped up as eagerly as his blood.
Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of me, his body twitching as he came down from the rush of pleasure and the high of my blood. He tried to lift his head, but even that was too much effort.
“Shhh,” I whispered, cradling his head against my throat.
“You need,” he panted, “to take them too.”
I lifted my right hand toward the side of the bed, and immediately Bors wrapped his fingers around mine and came onto the mattress with us. “I will. But you don’t have to move far.”
Effortlessly, Bors helped me shift Lance off to my opposite side. Close enough to still cuddle against me but giving me room to pull Bors down into my arms too. I took a moment to study the tattoos inked across his upper body. Swords, shields, roses, and skulls wove an intricate design across his chest. Above his heart, he’d inkedmy queen.
I loved that he hadn’t tattooedGuinevereon his chest, since that wasn’tmyname, but he’d still marked himself as belonging to me.
