Page 70 of Cursed

“Stop it,” I growl. “Shayla encouraged us to continue our relationship. And I’ve forgiven you for all of it. The rejection of me and of her… I suspect the first thing she will do when she returns will be to consummate your bond.”

“You really forgive me?” Rourke cups my face and looks incredibly vulnerable, cobalt eyes wide and pleading for me to move beyond our troubled past. “For everything?”

“I do. I’ve been pissed at you, but I neverhatedyou.” I tangle my fingers in his blond hair. “I was angry when you didn’t listen to me about Shay, but it’s because I knew we might have a chance to be happy with her, with us.”

“I’m sorry. When we get her back, I’ll make us all whole. We’ll be a coven, and we’ll find a way to live freely… even if we have to burn down the realms to get it.” Rourke promises, his eyes flaring with fire.

“She only ever wanted someone to love her, so let’s start with that when we get her back,” I say. “Right now, shut up. And I’ll show you how I feel.” I lean over and lick his lips.

Rourke groans with my vampire tonic working its magic. Or maybe he just loves my attention. I pull his shirt off as he scrambles to get mine. With my vampire speed, I undress us both in a few beats of our hearts.

Gazing down at the fine specimen of a male, I ache to bond with him. If… when… Shayla returns to us, she can accept Rourke. Then I will accept his mating bite,ifhe wishes to give it to me.

But right now? I need our coming together to be different—I need to feel his love for me, and he can feel mine for him—like it had been in the beginning—before I was hurt.

Rourke palms his cock and studies me as I stand at the end of the bed, wondering how to approach him. He crooks his finger and calls me to him. “Come here, my love.”

A sigh releases from deep in my lungs, maybe from the deepest, hidden parts of me. As if I’ve held onto a breath for several years now, waiting for him to truly love and accept me.

My heart pangs for him, but instead of shoving down the emotion that caused it, I embrace it. I love him—I always have. I crawl up his body, peppering his gorgeous flesh with soft kisses. I’m not using my power yet. I want this to be aboutus.

I’ll take this slowly because we have nowhere else to be until Ms. Boyd gets here to relieve us of our responsibility with Myra.

“Branden… Goddess,” he curses and grips his cock harder to counterbalance my light touches.

“I need to make love to you,” I whisper.

“I need that too.” He pulls me up and presses his lips to mine. His hand skims over my neck, lighting a flame in his eyes. His fingers move lower over my abs and finally stroke over my shaft. His cock grinds into my hip. “How do you need me?” he asks.

We almost always defer to my needs during our sexual exploits, but this time, it’s different.

“I want you to take the lead,” I say.

“Are you sure?” His forehead crinkles with uncertainty. When I nod, he reminds me, “But youwilltake what you need—my blood.”

“I will, my love.” I take his cock in hand. “What do you need from me?”

“I don’t think I’ve been inside you in years.” He bites his lip. “I miss it.”

“Then take me,” I offer.

“I’ve been dying to hear those words.” Rourke crashes his mouth onto mine, claiming me, and we tangle our tongues. He growls as my aphrodisiac works its way into his system. “This might end faster than I’d like,” he chuckles and reaches for some oil Arden had acquired for Shayla’s pleasure.

But she doesn’t ever seem to need it. She slicks for us so perfectly—turned on so completely with just our touches. And with the addition of our cum, she hasn’t had to use any lubricant.

Rourke kneels between my legs. Pouring some over his hands, he lubes both our cocks at the same time.

Stroking each in tandem, I feel my heart thumping in anticipation of him taking my ass.

I need to have him pounding into me and stimulating my prostate into a shattering explosion. I’m a bit concerned about his knot, but I’m not sure if he plans to use it with me. I enjoy the thrill of not knowing. It’s something new for me—letting go of control. But I might as well. Life is well out of my fucking control right now.

Because almost everything would be different if I had my way.

His thick finger, now oiled, circles my asshole.

I suck in a ragged breath. It’s been a while, and I wonder how well I will take him.

One finger slides into my ass easily. Then he slips in two as he pumps into me.

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