Page 68 of The Biting Bargain

Until my greed is satisfied.

I kneel on the floor, leaning back as Polly rides me. I hold her upright, one hand on her neck, one in a viselike grip on her hip as I move her body up and down my cock. She's halfway passed out from too much bliss, but her body responds with tiny delicious twitches to my every touch, and sweet, husky moans drip from her cherry lips with each thrust.

I want more of her. All of it. I devour her whole, cock buried deep in her tightness, her perfect tits bouncing with the force of my thrusts.

It's perfection. Never in centuries has sex been so fucking good. And she mutters my name with every ragged breath she takes.

Vincent… Vincent… Vincent…! Chanting it out like the secret code to the universe.

Like it means something.

I seal her mouth with mine, drinking up each of her little moaned prayers.

I have to end this. Before she gives out. Before I take too much. But her kiss is so sweet, her tongue sliding against mine like a heroine shot into my brain, her body perfect and yielding against mine, her pussy clenching like it was designed to do exactly one thing — taking my hard cock as deep as possible, sucking me in, fitting me seamlessly. It’s too good. I never want to stop taking her…

"Please…" She clings to my neck, whispering into my mouth. "Please, come inside me."

I startle for a moment, slowing my movements. She gasps, clawing my shoulders. Her hips twitch, making it almost impossible for me to hold still.

"You want me to come inside you little dove?" I breathe, my lips brushing hers.

She nods.

"You want me to fill you up?" I go on, slowly starting to pump her again. "You want me to spill everything inside your greedy little pussy?"

"Yeah…" She squeals, hips bucking, and I increase my pace again with a feral urge to make her squeal once more, the thought of pumping my hot load into her suddenly all that fills my mind.

I flip her and she's on her back on the floor underneath me and I'm angling her legs over my shoulders, spreading them, pressing her knees up to her ears, and somehow sinking even deeper into her. I nail her to the floor with my body, licking her tits.

"Oh, I'm gonna come inside you," I rumble as she starts to rear up. "And you're going to take it all. And then you're going to come all over my cock, like a good girl."

She comes. With a desperate yelp, her pussy clenches around my cock, and at last I fall over the edge, coming hard with a feral snarl, drawing blood with my claws into her skin as I pump her in unforgiving shoves, spending myself in her.

Silence follows, only filled with our ragged breathing.

My mind, briefly shut down, is slowly starting to work again.

She is here.

She is here.

She shouldn't be here. This shouldn't have happened. And what the hell happened to me?

How was I able to shift back in the middle of a full moon night?

What did she do?

…no, what the hell did I do to her?

"Hey," she mumbles beneath me, disheveled, hair wild, skin covered in bruises and gashes I gave her in my unhinged state. "Are you alright?"

I swallow hard.

Am I alright? I guess I am. My mind is spinning, but all indications are that I feel great. Energized beyond measure. I could rip out trees with my bare hands. I could be hooked up to a generator and power the entire city.

I nod silently and she smiles.

Guilt stabs a cold blade into my chest.

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