Page 359 of Halfblood Deceived

Was he going to fuck her?

Mari could easily get herself off for the next year—nah, the next decade just with the feel of his fangs inside her. But if he was going to be so kind as to fuck her hard enough to see stars, she’d let him. Yes, she would let him, even if she regretted it tomorrow.

Still, if he kept biting her like that, licking her like that, she was going to come in about a minute.

He stopped biting her.

Mari growled in protest.

He swiped his scorching tongue over her vein and then pulled back to regard her, breathing hard, still gripping her hair.

She was tempted to slide her hand inside her pants and make herself come. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you seem to have succumbed to your baser urges, Mari,” he said, voice low and raspy.

“And?” she asked, her tone challenging and her insides quaking with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

He licked a stray drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. “And as previous evidence suggests, you fall asleep after a full feed. We should take care of those urges first.”

Oh, fuck. “We?”

He hummed. “I thought I was invited to the party since you were using my cock to get off.”

She gritted her teeth to hold back a moan. “Well, it was there and all.”

“True,” he agreed. “So, would you like it inside you? Would that soothe your urges, sweetheart?”

She gulped. “Yes. I think it would do nicely.”

Andreas released her hair. “Clothes off then.”

Mari stood on shaky legs, kicked her tennis shoes off, and removed all her clothes.

His eyes roamed over her frame, and she forced her body to stillness.

She had gentle curves, and the smooth skin of most of her kind, but she was lean. Too much for some people’s tastes. Her breasts were nothing to brag about, either.

“So this is what those scrubs hide, eh?” he asked, examining her as if she were a meal and he was starving. Which was a fair comparison since she had volunteered to be his meal. “Have you considered making potions naked?”

She hated the relief coursing through her veins. She loved it, too. “I’d rather not burn my tits with boiling liquids.”

He reached out to brush a hard nipple with his thumb. “That would be a shame indeed.”

Mari bit her lip, pressing her legs closer.

Andreas’ still-shifted eyes moved down her stomach.

She was drenched already, and the hunger in his eyes made it worse. Fucking embarrassing; she thought, but made no effort to cover herself.

He stood to remove his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them away.

And alright. She’d imagined he was big. But that was a bit ridiculous. She didn’t find cocks beautiful, but merely occasionally useful. His cock, however… It was appealing to the eye—thick, long, flushed, the tip glistening. Which meant he was just as affected as she was. Muscles she didn’t know she’d been clenching relaxed.

He hummed, looking at the bed, his desk—where he had an unfinished bomb, the sofa by the balcony, and then the wall by the bed. His lips curled up, and he pounced on her. There was no other way to describe the way he moved as he picked her up from the floor and walked them to the wall, placing her back against it.

Mari wrapped her legs around him reflexively, which had the fantastic effect of making his cock brush against her clit. Lip trapped between her teeth, she rocked her hips.

Andreas tutted, pinning her wrists to the wall with one hand and holding her hips still with the other. “You’re not coming until I’m inside you.”

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