Page 87 of Their Blood Rite

‘You call that begging?’

‘P-please… Master,’ I whisper.

He secures my legs around his waist and clings to me, screwing me with skill. He’s far from gentle, far from slow. But within minutes, I’m almost sobbing as I come apart around him again. Shit. I do sob. I scream.

He grunts heavily and bellows out a mighty cry as his cock pulsates and jerks inside of me.

He slows and stops, looking up at me through some seriously dishevelled hair and lust-filled eyes.

‘Not a virgin anymore, are ya?’ He takes my chin, pulls my lips to his, and kisses me deeply.

Chapter 12

Ipull away as he lowers me, slowly sliding my body down the length of his.

‘You okay?’ he asks as I hang my head and hide beneath my hair.

I nod but don’t speak. His hand settles under my chin, and he lifts my head. When he sees a tear sliding down my cheek, his eyes widen.

‘You hurt?’ he asks. ‘Shit. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

‘I’m a little sore,’ I admit. ‘But you didn’t hurt me.’

We both look down and see some blood sliding down my leg.

I go to wash it off, feeling my face redden. He grips my wrists and shakes his head.

He kneels and softly runs his tongue up my thigh, catching it before planting a delicate kiss between my legs.

‘Do you regret it?’ he asks, looking up at me through the mess of his soaking hair and still on his knees. His hands softly glide up and down the backs of my legs as he waits for my answer.

‘No,’ I reply. ‘I don’t regret it.’ And I don’t. Not a second of it. Not even when he plunged me under the water. I found it exciting. Thrilling and unexpected.

‘Is that why you’re upset? Because you feel like youshouldregret it?’

When I lift my head, I smile.

‘Why would I regret it? You made me orgasm so hard I thought my back was going to break.’

His laughter echoes around us, and he returns to his feet.

‘Then why the tears?’ His brows raise, and his lips hitch into a cocky smirk. ‘If it’s because my cock was too big, I won’t mind your honesty.’

I can’t roll my eyes enough as I walk past him and search for my clothes beyond the waterfall.

I’m not sure why I’m teary. I thoroughly enjoyed what we did, and compared to the alternative I was facing, being publicly screwed by Cole and whoever else at the Rite, I’m pretty happy with how I’ve lost my virginity.

I’ve not had a romantic notion about sex for a long time. Maybe ever. I didn’t even expect I would enjoy it married to Cole. I put up with his uncoordinated fingering and clumsy groping. And I serviced him with my hands when he wanted.

Sex is forbidden before the Rite. I upheld my part of the bargain, but apparently, not everyone else had the same mindset.

As I pass under the water, I wonder what the village is like now. The old leaders are gone. Cole will be the leader if he’s alive after what I did.

What is Thalia doing?

And my biggest question. What are Shaw and Dorian doing right now at my home?

I grab my discarded shirt and slide it on.

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