Page 17 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

Lina focused her energy and realized Benedict wasn’t feeling as she was, complete and happy. He was angry. She didn’t understand that at all. She was offering him immortality! What man wouldn’t yearn for such a thing? “How can we be together forever if I don’t turn you?” Lina cupped her lover’s jaw, willing him to understand.

He frowned, his flesh going soft beneath her.

Worry began to unfurl in Lina like the petals of a dying daisy falling away into darkness.

“But what about my life?” he asked. “My parents? I have so many loose ends to tie up, Lina. Why can’t you marry me and just live with me for a few years?”

Panic deep within Lina’s belly had her digging her nails into Benedict’s face unknowingly.

He jerked away with a groan of pain. Blood dripped down the side of his face in gentle red rivulets.

“My pet, I’m so sorry.” She extended her tongue and licked up the drops from her lover’s skin and groaned in bliss as her fangs extended again. She could die tomorrow and know that she had tasted the sweetest blood on the planet. When Lina finally opened her eyes again, she found Benedict staring at her with a puzzled look on his face.

“What does that taste like?” he asked.

She smiled. How could she explain to a human what Heaven tasted like? “Like the richest food, or the nicest wine. It’s the best thing I have ever tasted.”

Benedict quirked an eyebrow, lifted her up and rolled out from under her.

Why is he acting like this?

“So, I am just... your food?” He growled as he got to his feet.

Lina chuckled and stood also.

He looked angry and he had no reason to be.

She was offering him immortality and he reduced himself to merely sustenance? “Oh yes, my lover, you are my food. Your blood keeps me alive in this moment. But you are also my reason for existing, and I offer you everything I am because of that.” She circled him, proudly displaying her naked body. Lina knew she was lithe, supple and voluptuous, a lethal combination for most men. If she ever wanted to seduce a man, that time was now.

Benedict’s eyes followed her, dropping to her nipples when she thrust them up. “I need time to think about this.” He began pulling on his clothes.

Lina acted on instinct, fear threading through her chest. She climbed up onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Don’t leave, Benedict.” Lina began kissing her mate, his muscled neck, his soft lips, his turned cheek. Anywhere she could reach. She had to make him understand how she felt.

“I can’t lose you like Antony lost Malcolm, please... sweetheart...”

Benedict groaned with obvious frustration and turned, pushing her up against the wall. The stone was hard and solid at her back.

Lina clung to that for strength.

“I have to go home.” Benedict grunted at her as he ground his body against her still naked form.

Lina could smell his arousal, his now hard cock pressing against her.

“Yes, my pet,” she whispered into his ear encouragingly, even as she maneuvered herself to take him again. “Now, fuck me.”

Benedict moaned, gripped her ass with both hands and plunged into her pussy.

She screamed aloud, arching her back to pull him deeper as he withdrew and thrust into her again. Lina cried out against the feelings flowing through her. Every time they fucked, her feelings for him grew. The need to protect him and bind him to her was almost overwhelming.

Benedict moved faster and harder, his cock pushing her toward another orgasm as he gripped her hips and held her hostage against the wall.

She closed her eyes, allowing his feelings to wash over her.

His arousal, his need, his passion for her, all buffeted her already overloaded system. He was everything she had ever needed and he couldn’t leave her, he couldn’t.

“Fuck, Lina, I’m going to come...”

Lina tilted her pelvis to take him even deeper and reached between them to flick her clit with her own fingers, once, twice, tightening the already highly strung coil inside her body.

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