Page 50 of The Night Runs Red

I lifted onto my elbows, watching as he slowly sank into me fully and withdrew. His cock glistened with my arousal, even in the early morning light. He repeated the motion over and over, driving me wild with languid movements until I could take no more. “Please,” I rasped.

Without warning, Rion thrust forward and took me in his arms. He rolled us over so I was straddling him. We groaned in unison at the change, the new angle he was hitting causing me to clench around his length. Even though I wanted to move, the two of us lingered in this moment just a little longer. His forehead came to rest on mine as his hands moved to cup my ass. “What have you done to me?” he whispered.

“The same thing you did to me,” I whispered back, arching into his body. He buried his head in my neck as I began to move. His soft, muffled grunts caused goosebumps to spread across my skin, igniting a fire in my belly that knew no bounds.

He guided my hips, urging me to move faster until sweat dripped down our bodies. I didn’t know where I ended, and he began. We were a mess, a tangle of limbs that I never wanted to unravel. The pleasure building could be my demise.

“Calia… Calia… Calia…” My name was a chant on his lips, a prayer from a man stranded in a drought. I was his rain. I was his salvation. I was his everything.

“I know, baby,” I whispered, clinging to the moment with every fiber of my being. Whatever this feeling was between us was much more than we had bargained for. “I know.”

“I want to own every part of you,” he confessed. “I want to know what brings you pleasure. I want to know every thought running through your mind. I want—” But he stopped abruptly and shook his head, clearing it of whatever thought he was about to voice.

I cupped his face with my hand. “Tell me.”

He grasped my wrist and pressed a kiss over my pulse. “I have been waging an internal battle with myself from the moment I saw that scar on your hand, knowing it was another man’s mark gracing your body.”

“Then mark me,” I said without hesitation.

His finger traced the outline of Jasper’s bite. “I do not want to hurt you—”

“You won’t.” With my words, there was a shift in the overwhelming emotions coursing through us. They offered a future both wanted but were too afraid to take. But there was no going back for me. We were together, whether either of us wanted to be or not. The fact I felt as deeply as I did about him only cemented my decision. I leaned forward and captured his bottom lip between my teeth, causing his eyes to flash. I spoke slowly, drawing out the words, “Make me yours.”

Rion wound his fingers through my hair and gently pulled my head back. His nose trailed along my throat and down to my chest. He stopped above my heart, taking the time to explore the spot with his tongue. His gaze shifted up in question, but I nodded my head.

I wanted this. I wanted him.

His long canines slowly elongated, teasing the tender skin of my breast before they pierced my skin. The sharp pain made me cry out, but not in pain. In pleasure. This euphoria transcended all others, for no mortal sensation could adequately explain this feeling.

His cock twitched inside me as I moved my hips, eagerly seeking pressure against my clit to accompany the heat coursing through my being. This was better than any high, any drug. It was a tantalizing blend of ecstasy and vulnerability, allowing him to etch himself upon my flesh in the most permanent of ways.

I was lost to reckless abandon, and so was he. His glassy eyes grew feral as he threw me down on the bed without breaking us apart and hammered his hips home. Crimson rivulets streamed down my breast as his pace increased. I slipped my fingers between us and circled my clit, crying out in relief as a wave of pleasure rolled through my body.

“Come,” he growled, pulling away from my skin. Blood dripped from his mouth onto my skin. “Come for me.”

As he dropped his mouth back to the bite, my body shattered with the force of a deadly storm. It raged and raged within me, causing my body to convulse as his body slammed into mine. Our garbled curses became one as we rode out the waves he created.

He let out a guttural cry with one final thrust as his hot release filled me. Slowly, the bliss abated, and we fell back against the sheets, sharing a moment that felt more intimate in its simplicity. His tongue licked the wound, sampling the co mingling of my sweat-slicked and blood-stained flesh. Remnants stained his lips, and without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him.

The copper tang was foreign on my tongue, but not unwelcome. His eyes dropped to my mouth as we pulled apart, his gaze growing glassy. As he laid back down, he tucked me close to his chest and stroked my bare back. There were no words to explain what we’d just experienced, so we held on to each other until our breathing slowed, and we slipped into sleep’s embrace.

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A loud banging on the door had Rion and me bolting upright in bed. I didn’t know how long we were out, but my mind was foggy as though waking from a trance. His hair was sticking up in a million directions, something so utterly mundane, yet my heart constricted all the same. “Wha—” I began before stopping abruptly as a female’s voice sounded from the other side.

“Rion D’Arcy! Get your ass out here!” I turned to him, raising my brow. If this was Senna or any of his other groupies, I would personally cut off his dick and throw it in the Odesza. He winced at my thoughts, but pushed off the bed and padded toward the door.

What the fuck? Was he seriously going to answer that? My sheets were bloodied and disheveled, a flashing sign above our bed to anyone who walked in about what we’d done.

“I swear to all the fucking gods, Rion—”

Her voice was cut off as he ripped open the door. The woman launched at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and squealing. He looked at me over her shoulder as he embraced her.

I’d never considered myself the murderous type, but right now, I was seeing red, and it took every ounce of strength I had to not sink my nails into her skin and pull out her pretty little throat.

“Gods, Cal,” Jasper muttered, walking in behind the woman and sitting on my couch. “Bit much, don’t you think?” I opened my mouth to answer him before he pointed in my direction. “Nice tits, by the way.”

I gasped, scrambling to pull the bloody sheets to my chest as though they could save me from whatever weird situation this was turning into. Rion, ever the calm and collected one, dropped the woman. He picked up the nearest object and lobbed it at Jasper’s head. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

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