Page 139 of Fallen

I feathered my fingertips over his nape. “You must be hungry.”

“Starving.” He nuzzled my throat. “I want blood and I want you. My mate,” he added with bone-deep satisfaction.

The connection between us was still open. His need and hunger poured through.

And suddenly, I understood. Hedidlove me, he just didn’t know how to tell me. In fact, I’d bet no one but me had ever said the words to him.

“I love you.” I gave him a hard hug, willing him to not only hear it, butfeelit.

“My heart,” he returned gruffly, which was all the answer I needed.

He caressed my throat with one hand, tilting my head up with his thumb so he could kiss me. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting every corner.

His fangs slid out, a reminder that I was playing with a dominant alpha predator. My nipples tightened. Heat pooled in my lower belly.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said against my lips, his tone gravelly.

“Yes.” Pressing my mouth to his, I ran my tongue around his fangs. He groaned like I’d licked his cock. I rocked my hips against his, desperate to seal our mating in this way. “Now.”

His hands came to the hem of my shirt. He dragged it up, breaking the kiss so he could pull it off and toss it aside. He jerked down my bra straps, exposing my breasts and binding my arms to my sides. He rolled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them into hardness.

He licked each one in turn, wetting them with his tongue. “So pretty,” he muttered, his gaze on the tingling tips.

He dropped to his knees and undid my jeans. “I need a shower,” he said, working them down my legs along with my panties, leaving them balled up around my ankles. “But first, I have to taste you…”

“I don’t mind you dirty.” I ran my eyes over his blood-smeared torso. “In fact, I like it. You look so freaking hot.”

His response was an animal-like growl, which made me even hotter.

He put his thumbs between my thighs, encouraging me to widen them as far as I was able with the jeans binding my ankles, then paused, greedily taking me in from my thighs to face.

I pictured what I must look like. Mouth swollen from his kisses. Nipples flushed and puckered from his handling. My arms partially bound to my sides by the bra straps, and my sex slick with arousal.

He blew a warm stream of air against my clit. “What do you want, angel? Tell me.”

“You. Licking me.” Freeing my arms, I reached for his head so I could guide his mouth where I wanted it.

A hard look up from under his eyelashes. “Hands on the door.”

I swallowed, completely, irrevocably under his spell, and pressed my palms to wood again.

His gaze returned to my thighs. “Gods, I need this.”

“Yes,” I said. “Please, Brien.”

His mouth touched me again. His tongue glided into the V he’d made.

I was so primed, it was like he’d lashed me with an electric current. Pleasure sizzled from my core to my brain. I made a low, unintelligible sound and arched into the wet heat of his mouth.

From there, it just got better.

He tongued and sucked my swollen clit until I was writhing against the door, my eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure, my palms open against the wood. He worked two fingers into me. I clamped around him.

“That’s it,” he ground out. “Come for me.”

He gently scraped his fangs over my clit.

I gasped. “Fuck.”

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