Page 53 of The Lost Child

Click.

Hurriedly, she moved to the next ankle and that one had made a clicking sound of its own before I realized I was completely untethered.

Nerissa emptied the bottle, and tossed it over her shoulder. She hovered over me, brow furrowing. “What’s wrong? Can’t you move?”

I didn’t want to. If I proved to myself that I could, I’d attack her. I’d pin her down and ravage her body. My fangs were already vibrating in my mouth, and I didn’t understand why.

Her hand stroked my hair, fingertips gliding against my scalp. “Go ahead and hurt me. It’s what you need, isn’t it?”

No. No. I tried to fight back the urge, but my instincts were too wild.

Bite her. Mark her.

I made an odd, choked noise, an outward manifestation of my frustration.

“It’s OK,” Nerissa cooed, leaning down to press her lips against mine. “I like a little bit of a sting.”

She bit down on my bottom lip, and I lost control. My arms snapped around her waist, pinning her down on my hips. With a growl I rolled, slamming her back on the hard floor as we switched positions. I felt glorious relief as my wings hit open air, safe and away from the ground. It took one pass of my claws to rip her vest in half and she didn’t even flinch, her fingers twisting in my hair and pulling.

“Do it,” she egged me on, eyes alight with strange, fevered fire. “Do the thing you want to do, but you’ve been holding back on. I’m a blood witch. Let’s paint.”

My hand tightening around her neck silenced her, as well as held her still. I pulled out of her until only the tip of my cock remained, straining and staring at the place where our two bodies joined into one.

I slammed back into her as my fangs descended, tearing into the delicate flesh in the hollow of her throat. Hot blood filled my mouth and I moaned, automatically drinking it as it came at me in a glorious torrent.

I rammed into her, our hips snapping together as I drank her life’s blood, and Nerissa fucking moaned under me. I refused to stop. I went harder. Faster. Something was building inside of me and in her, too. I felt it in the way she clenched around me, her fingers tightening and digging into my scales until they gave way to soft skin underneath, burrowing under her nail beds.

It was too much. This new pain was going to kill me, and I was fine with that.

I exploded with a roar, stars dancing in front of my eyes as my body gave out, and my release pumped hot and heavy into Nerissa. I tried to pull away, afraid and confused. She was bleeding out in front of me. I’d killed her!

Her hand grabbed my ear and twisted hard, yanking me back. My hand choked her as her inner walls spasmed and shook around my cock, a small keening sound the only noise she made.

Abruptly, she let go of me, every muscle in her body relaxing as she closed her eyes and lay on the ground. She licked her lips, dotted red. I glanced down at my shoulder and saw it bleeding freely from her bite mark.

I couldn’t stop staring at it. I lunged again, but this time my tongue licked her wound frantically, wiping away all the blood and roughly scouring the wound. Nerissa winced, but when I pulled away she was no longer bleeding. My eyes widened as the wound stitched itself together in front of me!

Nerissa rolled off me, and that’s when I realized the true torture of this new pain; when it was gone, you would go mad until you tasted it again. Her sweet heat slid away, leaving me cold and barren to the dark and filth once more. It was enough to make any warrior cry like a child.

This new pain was very, very effective.

“We have to leave. Now.”

Leave. Leave?

“What?” I managed to ask, my voice still rough and garbled.

Nerissa froze, a look of desperation in her eyes. Covered in blood and looking at me like that, I’d never seen anything more tempting in my life.

“What do you mean why? My father is going to kill us both when he learns what we did. Let’s go! Either we fly or get a boat if you feel weak. There’s going to be a large battle. We have to leave before it happens.”

Weak? I felt like I could move an entire mountain! Never before had such invigoration and strength flowed through my veins. I could carry Nerissa across the entire ocean—twice! And still, I would not tire.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. It wasn’t a knock on your strength. You’re very strong.” Her eyes sparked with heat, and I hardened all over again.

“Come on.”

She headed for the door of my cage, which had hung open this entire time. I stared at it, my fervor waning.

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