Page 62 of Dante's Circle Reborn

“We both know that’s not true. And not just because of who you are. I know what happens to mates when they begin one part of the bond and don’t finish it.” She sat up and moved away from him, but not far enough that her hand wasn’t able to touch his thigh. He looked down at her pale skin against the blackness of his jeans and he swallowed hard.

“Caly,” he whispered.

“I can see. I can see you.”

He frowned, looking at her.

“What do you mean?”

“You are my future, the one I should trust. You always were. You’re the shadow within the darkness that I hid from. I always knew you would be here, I just didn’t know what form you would take.”

“You’re a Seer?” he asked.

“Not exactly, but I have some prophetic abilities. It’s why I’m so good at looking at legacies and finding family trees. Because I can see beneath the truth. And I can see you, Misha. I can see what we need to become, even though we’re not there yet.”

“I won’t take what’s not freely given,” he whispered.

“I can trust in the future because I know we have to be stronger together to fight what’s coming at us.”

The heat between us isn’t going to slow down anytime soon.”

“So, you’re saying we let it cool down by completing the bond, and then we figure out exactly who we are later?” she asked, looking down at her hands. “That’s pretty much the exact opposite of how most matings are supposed to go.”

“Work backwards?” he rasped, his predator on edge.

“Yes, we work backwards. We figure out what we need to do.”

“Okay, then.”

And then he was on her, his mouth on hers as he groaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him. They were on the ground of a cave where his enemy could arrive at any minute, and yet, he didn’t care. Not with the mating urge riding them so hard.

He slid his hands across her body, over her shoulders, her hips, and then grabbed onto her ass, pulling her closer to him. They were lying on their sides, one of her legs wrapped around his waist as she arched into him. He ground into her, her heat scorching against his jean-clad cock.

“We’ll figure out the rest later,” he growled.

“Emotions and feelings later. This first.”

He didn’t have a problem with that. He didn’t have many emotions as it was. Only the need to protect. And Caly would be his to protect. But first, he needed to get inside her.

He tugged at her shirt, and then they were both sitting up, pulling at each other’s clothes. He had his mouth on her nipple in the next instant, groaning at the sensation of her flesh in his mouth. She shivered, pressing his face closer to her breasts. They filled his palms, far larger than what he could hold, so he pushed them together, sucking and licking, imagining thrusting his cock between them.

She tugged on his jeans, so he stood up with her and shook them to the ground, tugging off his shoes at the same time. She wiggled out of her own jeans, and he ignored the fact that there were bloodstains on both of them.

He was a vampire, after all, this was part of his life.

And then she was naked in front of him, and he went down to his knees and pressed his mouth to her core. She shouted his name, and he groaned against her, spreading her flesh so he could lap at her clit and pierce her with his fingers.

She clamped around him, and he pushed harder, faster, his thumb circling her clit.

“Come for me, pet.”

She looked down at him then, her eyes glowing blue as her whole body shimmered. She didn’t have scales, she was still in her human form, but she was glorious, the purples and pinks and blues of her tail sliding up her flesh in an iridescent glow before going back to the color of her skin. She was losing control, and he loved it. So he lapped at her, pushed her forward, and then she came, her knees going weak.

He pulled her forward so he was on his back, her straddling him, the wetness of her pussy pressing against the hard, rigid length of his cock.

“Ride me, my mermaid.”

“You’re going to make me do all the work?”

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