Page 17 of Claimed By Blood

The heat of him is like a brand, and I moan.

He needs to do that again.

Instead, the bastard takes the head of his cock in one hand and rubs it over my clit in a rapturously slow back and forth that quickly has me trying to move forward and put him where every single cell of me needs him most.

Draven doesn’t give in to my unvoiced demand. No. He just taps my clit with the head in reprimand. My spine bows at the sudden contact, and I stop drinking long enough to hiss.

“Fuck me.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

Our coupling is hard and violent. His hands grab my hips with bruising strength and he slams me down onto his length with no warning. I cry out at the sudden stretch and the force of my invasion, but he stays still, letting me adjust.

I almost thank him for it, before I remember why I hate him. My hands find his chest, and I forget all about drinking from him as I steal back control. Rotating my hips once in a figure eight motion before rising up and dropping down once more.

Beneath us, the bed creaks, but I ignore it. My hips snap back and forth over him as he watches with hooded eyes from beneath me.

One of his hands leaves my hip and finds the collar of my shirt.Rippp. The fleece gives way like tissue beneath his claws, floating away from my body to reveal my naked torso.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, watching my breasts rise and fall with each thrust like he’s hypnotised by the motion.

“Shut up,” I growl, rocking onto him faster.

He does as I ask, but his silence can’t be mistaken for meek compliance, because the thumb of his free hand quickly finds my clit. My head falls back and my eyes drift shut as I lose my rhythm under the rising wave of my own climax.

“Look at me.”

I almost disobey out of spite, but I want to see him come undone. My eyes snap to his, and that’s all it takes.

I fall apart with a scream. Pleasure overwhelms my senses, and Draven takes over as my legs give out completely. His hands are bruising against my hips as he lifts my body up and slams me down onto his cock over and over. No mercy. No gentleness. Just unrestrained male power drawing out my climax. Prolonging the pleasure.

All I can do is quiver and shake above him until the sensation of my own orgasm triggers his and his dick pulses inside of me, filling me with a groan. He jerks me onto him one last time, then his hands finally release my hips. Those calloused fingers aren’t done with me yet though. They wind into my hair and drag my face down to his for a brutal kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

When I collapse against his chest, I’m trembling and sweaty.

I’m too spent to regret anything right now, but in the evening, I’ll have plenty of time to reflect on why having sex with this man was a bad idea.

It may be weak of me, but right now, I just want to lie with him and pretend that the purring thrall bond in my chest means I’m safe.

The nearly complete bond, the feeling of his fingers playing idly with my hair, and the steady thrumming sound of his heartbeat conspire against me. Before I even realise it, I’m drifting off.

When I wake again, I’m surrounded by him on all sides. For all that Draven acts like he’s made of ice and marble, his arm is actually a really good pillow. His other arm keeps my body locked against his while his thumb strokes idly against the underside of my breast.

“You slept in,” he murmurs, nuzzling my hair away from my neck. “Did I wear you out?”

I stiffen against him as I remember what we did. Cain’s warning—not to let emotions get involved—plays on a loop in my head, snapping the soft sleepy moment in two.

Thank God the thrall bond still isn’t complete.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” Shoving out of his arms, I head towards the bathroom.

“Wear something warm,” Draven calls, smirking as he falls back against the covers. “We’re going out.”

We… are?

I’m not going to argue. I’ve seen enough of this bedroom in the last month to drive me insane. Immy said I was allowed to leave, and as far as I’m concerned, any trip outside of the Court is a welcome idea. I bathe quickly, and when I emerge it’s with my armour firmly in place. Draven is already by the door, dressed in his immaculate uniform. It’s a welcome return to his usual self, except his hair is wet…

How the hell did he shower when I was in the only bathroom?

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