Page 13 of Bite The Terror That Feeds

“Because he’s an Original.”

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When I got out of the shower, I looked at my neck in the mirror.

The scars were back, like they’d never left. My fingers touched the area, feeling the sting when I applied too much pressure. The first time I saw that mark, I was disturbed, but now I felt claimed, could show that Tit Goddess Kingsnake belonged to me and no one else.

I dried my hair with a towel then combed through it, the long strands past my chest. I hadn’t returned to my prisoner cell yet, making myself right at home in my old bedchambers. I still needed to grab my wardrobe, but I never wanted to walk inside those four walls again. Life was so unbearable that I’d lost the will to live more than once.

When I returned to the bedchamber, it was evening, and the fire burned in the hearth. Kingsnake sat in the armchair at the bedside, shirtless and slouched on the cushion, his eyes a lush green. His skin was tight over his strong muscles, and the veins popped like they’d increased in size. His ankle was propped on the opposite knee, and his curled fingers rested against his bottom lip.

I felt it the moment I walked into the room.

His desire was for me—my body, not my blood.

It was so powerful it made me weak, made me stand there with the towel wrapped around myself, my hard nipples chafing against the fabric.

The stare continued, the heat from his intensity like a bonfire in the middle of the room. I’d missed this every night, pictured his face and felt his warmth when I pretended he was there with me.

He left the armchair and approached me, arms swinging slightly at his sides, the top part of his trousers already undone.

When I’d come face-to-face with an orc, I’d swung my blade with all my might and carved out his flesh. I’d bested vampires in the darkness. I’d looked death in the face without fear. But whenever Kingsnake looked at me like that…I couldn’t move.

He came up behind me and placed his palm on my stomach. His hand slid up to where the towel was tucked into itself, and he tugged it loose.

The towel dropped to the floor, and the cold air immediately made my skin pebble. I sucked in a breath through my teeth because I felt exposed. Then I felt the heat from his chest press against my back, felt his arms hook across me and squeeze me tight. His lips dipped to my neck, and instead of piercing me with his fangs, he kissed me softly, kissed my scars like he wanted to heal them.

My arms wrapped over his, his body warm when it should have no temperature at all. He smelled the way I remembered—like a man.

His fingers trailed down my belly, past my hips, and then landed on the nub he used to caress with his tongue. With circular ministrations and heavy pressure, he hit the spot perfectly, his lips taking my flesh at the same time.

I didn’t need a warm-up after three weeks of solitude, but it definitely made me burn hotter than the sun.

My eyes opened when he guided me to the bed, my face pressed to the sheets with my ass in the air.

I felt him enter me with a single stroke, making his way deep inside me with a deep pound. He either ignored my gasp or didn’t hear it, because he thrust hard over and over, fucking me at the edge of the bed with a cock so hard it felt like the steel from a sword. His fingers bunched my hair at the back of my neck and kept up the pressure, my cheek pressed right against the sheets.

He speared me with his entire length over and over, making me wince repeatedly. “Kingsnake—”

“This is what happens when you make me wait three weeks.” He pushed my face farther into the mattress as he propped up one foot on the bed, thrusting into me so hard that I would be sore for days.

It hurt—but I liked that it hurt.

I liked that this man wanted me so much he couldn’t control himself.

He came with a loud groan, filling me with three weeks’ worth of seed.

I could barely breathe, my face was so deep in the bed.

He finished, but his dick was still hard as a metal pipe. He pulled out and then turned me over, bringing me to my back.

The air hit my face, and I sucked in a breath as he moved on top of me. He bent my knees and positioned one of my feet against his stomach as he shoved himself inside me again. Now he was on top of me, his fingers around my neck, and he fucked me just as hard, only now at a different angle. “Don’t make me wait like that again.”

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When I woke up, I forgot where I was. I assumed I was back in my old bedroom, alone in the big, cold bed, waking up without a purpose. But then I realized there was a warm body next to mine, tight flesh over big muscles, and I opened my eyes to see Kingsnake beside me. I was in the crook of his arm, his hard shoulder my pillow, his arm hooked around me to keep me close.

It felt like a dream.

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