Page 61 of Taken By the Blood God

Minerva reached up, fisting her hand in the back of my hair and giving it a firm yank, sending a streak of fire down my spine. “I told you to take what you need, Tal.”

When I still didn’t move, she released my hair and braced her weight on that arm. Then, she reached back with her other hand to sweep the swathe of red curls aside, baring her neck and back. Minerva tilted her head to one side and pushed her hips back into mine. She rocked forward a few inches before she thrust her ass back against me, taking my cock even deeper than before.

“Take what you need,” she demanded again, ending the command with a long moan as her body rocked under me.

Any logic or reason I might have possessed vanished beneath the onslaught of instinct and primal possessiveness. I wrapped her hair around my hand, turning her head until her neck was exposed and her back arched upward. Her entire body shook, but I was too far gone to notice. I pinned her hips to the bed with my weight and struck, sinking my fangs into the pulse that throbbed in her throat.

The tang of her blood hit my tongue, and I drank it down in a slow, hard pull. Minerva bucked beneath me, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she exploded. Slender strands of ice branched out across the bed, crawling up the headboard andtrying to spread to my body. My magic was too hot and too close to the surface, melting it instantly.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shuddered as I thrust into her one last time and came hard. My lips were still locked over the wound on her neck, her blood and magic filling my mouth.

Her blood became cool on my tongue, gentling the raw need that clawed at my gut. The fire in my head sputtered, losing its hold on my thoughts. I’d completely lost control, taking her more like an animal than a man. I licked the wound on her throat before I released her hair, taking care not to yank the strands as I unwound it from my hand.

Minerva collapsed face-first on the bed, the lacy web of ice beneath us cracking under her cheek. I watched in awe as the frozen crystals withdrew from the edge of the mattress and the headboard, retreating into her body. Minerva sighed, letting her body melt into the mattress beneath us, her arms curled beneath her head.

I ran my hand down her back, scanning for injuries, and she sighed again, closing her eyes as she smiled.

“That tickles,” she murmured as I finished my scan.

She was fine. Nothing other than a couple of small bruises where I’d gripped her hips too hard. Thank the goddess, I hadn’t hurt her.

“Are you sure your magic makes you a blood god?” she asked, not opening her eyes.

Confused, I frowned down at her. “Yes. Why?”

“Because sex god might fit better.” She opened one eye and peeked up at me, that grin spreading across her face.

I couldn’t stop the frown that creased my brow. “Minerva?—”

“Shhh.” She put a finger to her lips and shushed me like a child. “If you say one negative thing, I’m kicking you out of my bedroom until you’re not so moody.”

“I—”

Minerva lifted her head, opening both eyes to stare me down. The light tone of her voice vanished. “I’m serious, Tal. If it’s something other than how amazing that was, Iwillthrow you out of my bedroom.”

I couldn’t stay silent. “I could have hurt you, Minerva.”

Her jaw clenched, the delicate line becoming sharp. “Did you want to?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. She tried to roll beneath me. I moved back to give her room, and she sat up, reclining against the pillows at the head of the bed, her hands folded over her waist.

“No, but I wasn’t in control.”

“Okay, then I guess we’re not having sex anymore,” she replied.

“What?”

“Well, if you can’t be trusted not to hurt me, it’s best if we avoid situations where you could hurt me. So, no sex. Also, you can’t use your magic around me since that already ended badly once. Maybe you shouldn’t even be here at all. Cari’s cottage is available to rent again now that Sela is mated to Sheriff Kent. You could move in there.”

I had no idea how to respond to her words. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Her argument was perfectly logical, even if it sounded extreme. Minerva seemed to know I was floundering because she smirked at me. She reached for one of my hands, taking it in both of hers.

“Neither of us will ever be fully in control when we’re in bed, Tal,” she stated. “I couldn’t control my magic either. But did you want to hurt me? Kill me?”

“No, but I wanted to consume you,” I admitted, unable to look away from where her small, pale hands cradled my larger, darker one. Minerva’s personality and her magic were so fierce that it was easy to forget how tiny her body was in comparison to mine.

“You say consume, but I don’t get the impression that you mean you wanted to filet me and have me for dinner,” she said.

I winced at her choice of words. “Of course not!”

“Then, what do you mean?”

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