Page 48 of Blood Sacrifice

I bit his shoulder, struggling against his hands holding me prisoner. The growl that rumbled in his chest was an aphrodisiac to my soul, especially since it reverberated all the way down to his cock that I was still rubbing myself against.

I grasped his shoulders with my now free hands, my nails digging into his flesh.

His mouth fell open, his back arching, and his fingers moving between us to widen my legs. Without warning, hethrust hard and deep into me, his gaze locked with mine. I’d forgotten the pinch of the stretch, the uncomfortable fullness as my body struggled to adjust to his size.

“Did you get bigger in the past four centuries?” I gasped, wiggling my hips. “Maybe your cock lifts weights to increase his girth?”

His lazy grin made my heart skip a beat. “He’s waited a long time to find his way home.” He pulled back and thrust deeper, settling himself fully.

I had thought I was ready since I woke up already horny, but lubricated did not equate to warmed up and ready for exercise.

My hands slid down his back to rest on his ass, my thumb trailing down the ravine between his two cheeks. “I replayed our time together so many times that some of the details faded. Help me remember our first time together.”

Salvator had been my first lover, the two of us fumbling together in the forest, neither of us experienced enough to understand the intricacies of intercourse or how to achieve pleasure.

He chuckled, the sound echoing down his body to that huge cock embedded in me. “The part where it took me several times to actually insert my dick, or when we were as awkward as fuck and you got a splinter in your ass?”

“I’d forgotten about that! Mother priestess wanted to know what happened and I told her I fell while out collecting herbs…” There was no way she would believe that story, but she had just nodded and used a needle to pick the splinter out. “I was thinking about the part when you banged me so hard that I could hardly stand the next day.”

My eyes met his, and my nails dug into his ass.

“I guess there are no hazards this time since we have a bed,” Salvator conceded.

“We never tried sex in a bed before,” I replied, my right foot rubbing the back of his leg. “We were more al fresco in the past.”

He planted his hands on either side of me, our gazes locked together as he slowly started to pull back and thrust forward in a sensual rhythm that left me clinging to him. My hips tilted up and my legs widened to allow Salvator to thrust hard and deep, shoving me up the bed with every movements of his hips.

All the thoughts and memories that had accosted me fell out of my head as I surrendered to sensation, the divine friction stoking the fire deep in my womb.

Salvator’s head lowered until his lips brushed my ear. “This sensation, the feel of your body enveloping mine, is why I never wanted anyone else. We fit together since we were made for each other.”

Every thrust of his hips was like a needle sewing our souls together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine. We writhed on the bed together, our bodies dancing together as we finally stopped fighting what existed between us. A layer of perspiration coated my skin, my long hair sticking to my shoulders.

Salvator’s cock had felt too big when he first penetrated me, but now it slid in and out with ease, my muscles clenching him when he thrust to his deepest point, my breathing turning into panting.

“I need—” he broke off, but I already knew what he needed. What we both needed.

He had bitten me to heal me, but technically it should have been as the wild wolves of the past. I pushed his shoulders, rolling onto my stomach when he pulled out of me. I settled myself on my knees, stretching my arms out in front of me in submission.

His body covered mine, and my teeth bit into my lip when he thrust into me with a force that would bruise a mortal. The tip of his tongue traced a path up my spine until he reached the back of my neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in any lifetime,” he said, his fingers caressing over me. “Perfect in every way imaginable.”

“Show me your wolf,” I whispered, resting my head on my arms.

Only once had he completely lost control at a full moon, neither man nor beast, but something in between. That night he showed me his true self, the illusion of human traits falling away to reveal the power of the dire wolves.

“You’re still healing,” Salvator said against my throat.

“To complete the bond, I have to mate with you and your wolf.”

I felt his hesitation, which was replaced by a quiver of excitement, his cock thickening inside me, almost as if there were two there instead of one. His body weight increased as his form shifted to his hybrid.

Salvator’s hand slid along my stomach and then between my breasts as he tugged me tight against him. “Do you have any idea how long I craved this?” he asked. “To have you willingly under me, ready to become mine in every sense of the word?” His voice was deep and growly, meaning his wolf was making an appearance tonight.

I arched my back, slowly moving my hips back and forth to feel him stretch me. “I’ve always been yours, we were just unable to complete the bond between us. It didn’t mean that what we had wasn’t real.”

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