Page 76 of His True Beloved

Okay. Really, I’m not sure if I’m okay, but it’s Sebastian, and so far, I trust him.

Suron was the last one to shut the door, and it echoed through the room. Sebastian’s hold grew tighter, almost so close it cut off my breathing.

“Sebastian?” I muttered, his fang nicked between the fang marks on my shoulder.

He stayed silent, licking the continuous flow of blood that dripped down my shoulder. He tilted me backward, my breasts pushing outward while my back curved so the blood would leak down my spine.

His warm tongue trailed up my back as he caught the crimson stain on my skin. “We don’t have time.” He slurped back onto my shoulder. His hand wrapped around my neck, exposing my white skin. “I won’t let you fall asleep again, not with that fucker around, do you understand?”

My pussy throbbed with the need to submit to him. For most of my life, I had to be the one in control, but this was much more. Submitting to him, letting him decide what to do with my body, was a freeing feeling.

He had protected me, watched over me, and ensured any blood or cut that was ever on my body was cleaned. My body heaved one large breath, my nipples pointing through the tunic.

“Do you like it when I speak to you this way?” His voice was soft and stern all at the same time, His nail piercing another part of my neck. The pinch, combined with the pleasure of his hand, seeping lower into the front of my pants. My hips involuntarily ground into his crotch.

“Y-yes,” I whispered, his grip tightening on my throat.

“That’s good,” he muttered, licking, sucking, and healing the area he nicked. Part of me was disappointed he didn’t lick my neck for longer, but he had another motive, another goal in place.

“An incubus cannot travel in the mind of vampires. We are too strong, more superior. We are, after all, cousins of the demonic world.”

Sebastian’s hand gripped my breast, squeezing my nipple through the thin fabric. I moaned, putting my legs over his already spread ones. My ass ground against him, his groans of approval seeping through.

The one hand that trailed above the hemline of my pants was opened, his finger sinking lower, dipping into the slick of my pussy. “Even with the fear of your dream, your body still craves the dark desires of your mate.”

Oh gods, stop talking, or I’m going to cum right now.

Sebastian chuckled darkly, moving my spread legs around until I straddled him. His hand left my core, licking it dry while he eyed me.

Hot tamales.

The same hand cupped my face. “Changing you will keep Wyatt out of your mind,” he said thoughtfully. “You will be safe, I’ll know where you are at all times, the bond will be completed, and I will know your fears, your wants, and desires just by the beat of our hearts. Please tell me you will let me do this now,” he pleaded.

I knew I wanted to change, to be like Sebastian, my mother and stepfather. Still, it was happening much quicker than I anticipated. The fear of Wyatt invading my dreams again was a task I did not want to take again. What would he do next time?

“I’m scared.” I looked into his blood-red eyes. It was hard to admit that I was, in fact, scared. My body was going to change. My mother’s change made her so young, youthful, and so… bloodthirsty. What was I going to do? How would I act?

“My Bella.” He pulled me to his chest. “You mustn’t feel afraid. I am here, and a bonded couple has yet to lose anyone.” I chuckled at that.

Great to know that no one dies by the fangs of their beloved.

“It will be pleasurable, just as last time.” He nipped my ear. My core rubbed into his groin while he grunted. “And, once you have changed, I can be as rough with you as I want.” I squeaked, halting my rhythmic assault on his crotch for him to laugh.

Sebastian pushed a lock of hair away from my face, his smile beaming, showing his teeth. “I’m going to find the bastard and kill him,” he promised me. The human part of me wanted to tell him not to hurt him. I did have many happy years with Wyatt, but most of it was a lie. The new Christine, the one about to become a fairy tale, only nodded in agreement.

“Do what you must,” I muttered.

Sebastian’s satisfied smile crashed his lips onto me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and he lifted me to the bed. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I rubbed my hips up and down his length. “You’re going to get in trouble.” He threw me to the bed, and I bounced, giggling.

He ripped my pants off in one go, and I pulled my tunic off, laying bare for him on the darkened comforter. As quickly as my clothes came off, Sebastian, still clad with damp clothes, unbuttoned his clothes slowly with his nibble fingers until he stopped.

His eyes squinted, the bright red glaring at me. “Undress me,” he commanded, and my shaky body took a moment to realize what was happening. “Did I stutter, my beloved?”

Oh, shiz.

Crawling on my hands and knees, my hands shook as I gently unbuttoned each button of his vest, taking it off while he stared at me with desire. Licking his lips, he growled in his throat for me to continue. Each button became harder and harder to take off with my nervous fingers. Each button that was left open was one moment closer to becoming just like him.

To be bitten.

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