Page 113 of Her Blood Revenge

Pressing a kiss to her thigh, I move aside her underwear and widen her legs. She’s out cold still and mine to move as I please. Her skin breaks out in the cutest little goosebumps as I trail kisses towards her pussy.

My tongue flicks at the little bundle of nerves between her legs, and she releases a gasp. The scent of her arousal overcomes me.

Such a good girl.

I get to work, licking and sucking her clit, feeling her wetness coat my lips and seep into my mouth. My fingers glide up her thigh before sinking inside her. Her opening makes the most beautiful sound as I fuck it with my fingers.

I’m slow. Almost lazy as I work on her, and I relish the little gasps and moans she gives me. Even sleeping, she knows who she belongs to.

Her breathing quickens. Her muscles clench, and she cums around me, her toes curling and her hips twisting.

Perfect. I sink my teeth into her. Right around her clit. Her blood, mixed with her pleasure, fills my mouth.

Complete and utter perfection.

I drink her down and feel the effect of her charged-up blood instantly. My strength. My stamina. My inner wolf.

It all returns.

Bless this little witch of mine. An impossible half-breed with all the greatness that comes with a blood bitch, but without the sadistic nature the dark magic turns them into. No. She’s got a sweet nature if permitted to show it.She cares about others. Cares about life. Even earlier, her innate urge to protect her old coven won out despite what they had done to her.

Her orgasm eases, and I lick clean the wound. My tongue heals the bite, and she’s as good as new.

I slump, my head resting on her belly as I catch my breath.

‘That’s better.’

I jolt when her hand slides through my hair, and I look up at her. She blinks through hooded eyes, the lingering effect of her pleasure making them glassy.

‘You make it a habit of going down on unconscious women?’ she asks, still playing with my hair. I know I’m not in trouble. She’s smiling.

‘No, Pix. That was my first time.’

‘I can’t hear anything,’ she groans. ‘My ears. What did you say?’

Of course! How could I forget? I climb up her body, and my wrist is at her mouth in an instant. She feeds from me, healing herself with every gulp.

She pulls back and licks her lips sleepily. Her eyes still struggle to open all the way as she keeps running her hand through my hair.

‘Do you feel better?’ I ask.

‘Yes. Thank you.’

‘You deafened yourself. Sent roots straight into your ears. That was crazy, even by my standards.’

‘And I’ll do it again if they get too close.’ Her body tenses and her fingers slow in my hair. ‘They killed my coven.’

I nod, my face nestling into her stomach as I look up at her. She looks at the canopy above, strugglingto meet my gaze. The sun is starting to rise, and the carnage of last night’s fight has dried on our skin. Blood. Plenty of it.

When she blinks, tears slide down her face. There are no words I could say to make this better for her. They know her trigger, and they will use it if they get the chance. They will take her.

And I may not care, but she has lost her coven. Her home. She saw them die.

My arms are firm around her as I watch her try not to cry. Each of her swallows looks pained, and her breaths are juddered. But her fingers keep stroking my hair.

I’ve never had a woman run her fingers through my hair like this. Feels kinda nice. I’m not usually one for the soft touches, but I find myself enjoying them with her.

‘How did we get past Cole?’ she asks.

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