Page 17 of Prey

“Marko?”

“No.” His head shook, cutting me off from saying…I wasn’t even sure. My slacks were removed and my arms lifted as he took off my blouse. What we shared in that moment was only one thing. Need. And I was just beginning to feel the effects of it. Would it grow? Have me sick and obsessing over him all the time? The questions were there, but didn’t last as he leaned in and unclasped my bra while pushing me back to lie down.

Warmth was back in his touch and I trembled for an entirely different reason. Lips pressed into my chest and I gripped his satin comforter while he made a path toward my breast. At the prick of his fang over the fleshy area, I gasped, moaning at the lust that built.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, mon chaton? I know it does. I feel your pleasure.”

A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and he licked the bead of blood that began to surface. It was so wrong, yet so right. What I saw should have turned me off, but I wanted more. Wanted him to pierce every inch of my body if it meant I’d feel the desire that existed now.

“We shouldn’t…” I slammed my mouth shut, not wanting to hear the denials anymore. Whether we should or not, I wasn’t going to fret on it. Contact was something I hadn’t had in years. I missed it. Even more so in the moment. And hadn’t I fantasized about something like this happening? God, I had such dark, twisted thoughts and they were nonstop. Especially now that Marko had come into my life.

Suction pulled my nipple into his mouth and I cried out, arching. Fuck, if I were going to die at some point, maybe going this way wouldn’t be so bad. My mind slowed as the thought rolled back through. How many other women had thought the same thing?

Marko picked up the change in my mood and I saw his eyes narrow. He was back on me before I could process movement.

“Don’t you dare pull back now. I know you want this. I’m going to make you want it.”

Fangs embedded back in my neck and I clawed at his shoulders, feeling him move to the side. It appeared as if my raking downward left him uncomfortable or he could at least feel it. He had said he was weaker...I didn’t care. Let him hurt. Like before, ecstasy ruled over everything. Thickness from the poison that rested within him increased into my system and the swirl of his tongue left me rocking against him even more. For what felt like forever, he drank. When he broke away, he reached up to the wounds and ran his finger over them. In slow movements, he drew across my chest, a grin appearing as he did so. At the last line, he sucked the remaining crimson away.

“That’s better now, isn’t it, mon chaton?”

All I could do was nod. I knew nothing but wanting his hand to lower so we could continue. When he did so, I couldn’t reach for him fast enough. He stayed propped on one side while he kissed me and undid his pants. The pressure of his fingers rubbed over my panties, teasing my opening. I made a sound into his mouth, gripping his shoulder tighter. How many years had it been since someone had touched me there? The answer didn’t come. Couldn’t, as he slid my panties to the side and rubbed along my slit.

“You’re so wet and hot.” He brought his digit to his mouth, closing his eyes. The loss of contact wasn’t missed for long as he worked his pants from his legs. His hand returned and I dug my nails in again as he slid one inside of me. “And…tight. Fuck.” French poured from his mouth as the thrusts became deeper. He rocked in their motion, building me even higher before he slid in another.

“You want me?” Both of his fingers that had been inside of me pushed into his mouth and he sucked on them again before separating my thighs wide and moving down.

“Yes.” The answer was obvious. I was gone. Completely oblivious to anything but what I was experiencing.

Kisses along my stomach moved to my thighs and I cried out from the pain as his fangs sunk into the sensitive skin. The draw of his sucking felt odd in that location and the top part of my body shifted, but the pleasure was just the same, if not more.

Desperate for something I couldn’t even begin to process, I pulled at the material of my panties resting at my hip. Relief took over as he reached over and jerked them free. The burn from the friction sent heat where the lining had rubbed and torn. White cotton was thrown to the side and he inhaled while he broke the seal of his lips. I watched his tongue lick over the wound, closing it. I knew from the first night that it wouldn’t take long for the bruising and punctures to disappear completely.

“Open wide for me, mon chaton.” He was already moving closer to my pussy and although my hesitation was obvious, I obeyed. Only once had I let someone taste me there and the boyfriend I held for two months hadn’t impressed me. But at the first trace of Marko’s tongue up my inner folds, I knew this was different. Maybe because I wanted it. Wanted…him.

My head lifted higher and I rose to my elbows, watching as he sucked me into his mouth. I bit my lip and started rocking my hips as he teased and moved down, outlining my entrance. The width of his tongue flattened and he used his thumbs to spread me, licking his way to my clit. Flicks over the sensitive bud tightened my stomach even more and I fell back to the bed as my need increased. Over and over, he teased me, until I was gasping to catch my breath through the orgasm that beckoned.

“You’re going to come now.” His thumb took over for his tongue, rubbing over my clit. I moved to meet his finger as it glided back into my channel. The thrust surged deep and I plunged down with each increase of motion. Dark hair fell over my face and I didn’t care to push it out of the way. The orgasm was right there and I didn’t have to search it out as spasms shook my body.

“Marko.” My hands reached out for him as I moaned and screamed through each jerk. He moved in almost immediately after I finished, not denying me the closeness I needed from the best pleasure I’d ever experienced. My deep breaths were cut off by him easing his weight down and kissing me. The passion he displayed…the need he put into meeting and teasing my tongue left me even more lost to him. My heart swelled in that moment, beating furiously in my chest as pressure pushed against my pussy. I felt myself stretch and I gasped at his size. I was wet, but it wasn’t enough. He withdrew, inching in even slower. Stinging caused me to jerk and I couldn’t stop the whimper.

French came out through his tightened jaw. A string of curse words were met with him cupping the side of my face. “I don’t want you to hurt right now.”

Tenderness left me even more in awe. I couldn’t stop staring into the depths of his eyes. Was he being sincere? Playing his game to make me feel this way? “Don’t stop,” I whispered.

Lips met mine and I held onto him tightly, matching his desire. I felt myself get even wetter and my push down evoked a moan from Marko. Inch by inch, he took his time. His hips moved so erotically and with each withdrawal, the urge became more intense. I rotated mine, crying out as he broke through uncharted territory and buried himself in me completely.

“Oh…God,” he said, drawing the words out and pushing back in just as deep. My teeth bit into his shoulder and I sucked against his skin, wanting to taste him like he did me. The internal craving was undeniable. I wanted all of him and if I didn’t have his blood, my brain couldn’t process what would happen. I had to taste him, no matter what I had to do to make it possible.

My teeth sank in hard and the action had Marko’s fingers fisting through my hair, holding me in place. I pushed harder, until I was biting with everything I had. Aching registered in my teeth and gums, but I couldn’t stop. The tiniest jerk to the side had a tinge of warmth flowing through my mouth and even though my mind eased, my eyes widened. But not from the fear of what was happening. Power slammed into me just as hard as he began to. For the life of me, I didn’t let go or stop sucking as another orgasm built.

Adrenaline kicked in while I tried controlling the euphoria that began blanketing me. I wanted to enjoy this, but something larger was beginning to mess with my mind. The top half of my body twisted uncontrollably and I barely noticed as spasms had me screaming through their strength. The room swayed and I was able to turn back to Marko even though I felt as though I were falling. If the pleasure wouldn’t have been so good, I would have been terrified. Instead, my emotions weren’t my own. The blood that was working its way through me ruled. Tessa was disappearing and I held onto that as Marko’s cock swelled. More French surrounded me and I knew they were sweet words of love. Ones…he wasn’t positive he meant. I was as sure of that as I was mysteriously understanding his language.

Black dotted my vision, making pieces disappear. I gasped as his voice grew louder in my head and began to blur together. It all mixed around, distorted, only to go back to normal. The room began to fade and I sunk my nails in one last time to try to hold on. For the life of me, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to.

Chapter 8

Marko

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