Page 354 of Halfblood Deceived

Aella nodded, avoiding his gaze. She had imagined it more than a few times now, but part of her couldn’t believe it would happen. Part of her felt as if she were doing something forbidden. She would be giving him a part of her. And she wanted to. Goddess, she did. But… Why am I nervous? Why if he’s given me part of him?

“Aella, look at me,” he said.

Aella groaned low, but met his gaze.

Zeydan’s pupils were vertical and blown. His fangs were fully down—majestic, powerful, gorgeous. “Do you want me to bite you?” He asked, voice low with unvarnished desire. “Do you want to ride me again? You can have either, both, or none at all. It’s your choice. It will always be your choice.”

Aella’s hesitation caught flames and turned to ashes in a second. She kissed him. “Both. I want both. I want you inside me while you drink from me.”

Zeydan smiled. “Then you’ll have me inside you, and I’ll have your blood inside me.”

“Yes,” she said, voice shaky. “Yes.”

He squeezed her backside and took one of her oversensitive nipples into his mouth, then the other.

Aella whimpered, growing impossibly slicker.

He growled low, sliding a hand between them to tease her with his thumb. “Gorgeous. I have no words to describe how fucking gorgeous you are like this—blushed, debauched, and so wet for me.”

She all but whined. “Zeydan.”

He let go of her waist to catch the pack of condoms he summoned with his telekinesis.

She chuckled. “Show off.”

Zeydan smiled, ripping the package and wrapping the condom over his erection. “You like it when I show off. Admit it.”

Her throat went dry. She couldn’t stop looking, and he clearly enjoyed every second of it. “I do.”

He placed a hand on her waist as he gripped himself and slowly slid inside her.

Aella moaned, back arching and fangs pushing down again.

Zeydan noticed. “I love your fangs.”

Aella smiled. “And I love yours.”

He kissed her, encouraging movement. Aella happily gave him what he wanted, feeling that delicious pressure building inside her already.

Zeydan carefully placed her hair over her left shoulder, kissing a path from her jaw to her earlobe, licking over her pulse point, nibbling-kissing down to her collarbone. He found a spot on her neck, right over her vein, that seemed to have a direct link to her very core. He circled his tongue over that sensitive point and brushed it carefully with his fangs. Sliding one hand between them, he lightly brushed her most sensitive spot. Over and over until she felt as if she’d go mad with pleasure.

Aella arched her neck. She was moaning with every shaky exhalation. “Bite me. Bite me. Bite me.”

Zeydan sank his fangs into her vein.

Aella gasped at the mild sting. But almost immediately, warm pleasure coursed through her veins, lighting her up from the inside out. She exhaled a loud moan. Yes-yes-yes. Take me. I’m yours. She needed him deeper-harder-faster and he gave her just that. He was taking her in every possible way, and she loved it.

The energy link binding them went from a thread to solid, hot, thick invisible wires. Their hearts beat as one. Aella shuddered, feeling the irreversible buildup of her who-knew-what-number climax.

Zeydan all but purred, his chest vibrated with the sound. He gripped her hips and stood, thrusting inside her faster, harder, hungrily. Aella wrapped one leg around his waist and braced her other foot on the bench for leverage. She matched his movements, taking him deeper, giving him everything.

Their pleasure broke at the same time. Zeydan shuddered, pushing firmly inside her, his back muscles tensing under her hands. Aella couldn’t hold back a breathless cry of ecstasy. She could feel his bliss beating in her chest, vibrating in her mind, burning in her blood. And she knew he could feel her the same way.

Mine. He’s mine and I’m his in all the right ways.

Zeydan removed his fangs from her vein, licking the punctures closed with sinuous swipes of his scorching hot tongue.

Aella moaned, trembling at the sensation. She couldn’t help but relax against him, utterly spent.

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