Page 143 of Seeking Hades' Ember

Harlow's eyes fluttered open. I raised my arms to sit my elbows and began to pull away, but her hands went around my back and pulled me closer. "I'm sorry," I started. Harlow's brows furrowed into confusion as her nails gripped my back.

"I should have at least gotten to know you first; make sure you still wanted me."

Harlow's eyes blinked in amusement, and her puffy red lips went to a smile. "I thought you would have known I would have wanted you." Her hand went to brush my curl away from my face. "I was already attracted to you before I knew you were my mate. This was more than all right." Breathing a sigh of relief, I pecked her lips and slowly pulled out of her. If having a mate meant a raging boner most of the time, I hope she gets used to me being buried inside of her.

Rolling over and pulling her to my body, I tangled my fingers into her hair. Her face buried into the crook of my neck, and we both sighed in relief. My mark was on her body, and that was the most glorious satisfaction I could revel in right now.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you sooner," she said, laced with sorrow. "My small coven wanted to be a part of Demeter's small army. She promised Dragon's blood, it would enhance the strength of our small coven and make us more powerful." I rubbed my thumb on her lips. She shivered while I kissed her forehead tenderly.

"It's all right. I'm not mad at you. It doesn't look like they treated you well anyway." Shaking her head, she cuddled close.

"I lost my parents to the Dark War; they fought for the Cerulean Moon Kingdom," she added. "Once I lost them, I went to whatever coven would take me; the smaller covens needed slaves. I did the grunt work most of the time."

"Never again will you have to do that. Did they not feed you much either?" I could feel her tiny body; now, it was nothing but skin and bones. Shaking her head again, I sighed and pulled her back. "Can you feed on me?" A blush tinted her pale cheeks, and she looked away. Pulling her chin back to me, I kissed her nose.

"Tell me, I don't know much about your kind." Harlow opened her mouth to speak but closed it as fast as she opened it. Kissing her again, this time on the lips, she sighed into me.

"Yes, mates feed off each other," she whispered.

"Then I will be able to as well, once my fangs come in," I laughed. Harlow's confused look made me laugh more, and I held her tight.

"A mated pair gain the strengths of each other's species. I'll be able to drink blood like you, and you will become a goddess. Of what particular strength for a goddess, we won't know for a while. Just don't feel guilty having to feed on me." Harlow giggled. In all seriousness, I was fucking turned on as hell her wanting to bite me. I've always liked to mix pain and pleasure.

Harlow crept closer; my head automatically leaned to the side. Her heartbeat rapidly while her fangs descended; my own heartbeat matched hers as she hastily pierced my skin. The pain I had hoped for turned out to be straight euphoria. I couldn't cum right now, not while she's drinking. My grip clenched on her body, encouraging her to drink, my hips began to rock against her, and her fingers threaded through my dirty hair.

Groaning, I couldn't help it. I fisted my cock as I opened her legs. Plunging into her, I rolled her over while she sucked. The more she sucked, the more turned on I got, and I rolled my hips into her. The humming, the small gulps in her pretty little neck urged me to fuck her long and slow. Feeling her fangs pull out of my neck, I moaned her name while she came around me.

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