Page 49 of Blood Sacrifice

He kissed the place he had bitten me on the back of my shoulder, and a moan escaped when a jolt of pleasure joined that mark to my clitoris, making me squirm. His cock throbbedin my core, and a strange noise emerged from me that sounded suspiciously like a purr.

Salvator sucked that sensitive area at my shoulder and my core contracted around his length. He groaned, pushing himself up to grab my hips. His pace was hard and fast, thrusting deep and pulling out. I felt the divine friction against my g-spot as he tilted his hips on every upstroke, pushing me forward.

I closed my eyes because some moments should only be experienced through sensation and feeling alone. His body slammed into mine, reminding me what it felt like to be alive, and finally experiencing life again. For so long I had existed in the shadows, living my life through others and never allowing myself to feel. Every thrust of his hips against mine broke the shackles of the past to release me, every movement of his body over mine reminded me why I had never been interested in any other man. The fates had given me a mate, and this sense of completeness and belonging was the reason why I had waited many lifetimes to find him again.

Pressure built deep in my stomach, stoked by the friction of his cock against my g-spot. I allowed myself to be vocal, to finally let my voice be heard. The rough pads of Salvator’s fingertips moved over my ass and waist, touching me in a way only he ever had. His right hand slid from my waist, over my stomach, to between my legs, finding my sensitive clit and rubbing circles over it until I bucked forward when a wave of pleasure pulsed from my womb.

“Mine,” he growled, his hips, fingers, and lips working in tandem to make me pant. “Mine,” he repeated, kissing a trail up my spine, claiming every part of me. “Mine.”

My fingers desperately gripped the sheet to try and ground myself, my body moving in time with his, and my breathing ragged. Another twinge of pleasure made my stomach clench and my body spasm.

His teeth scraped the mark on my neck, and my head fell forward in submission. We had both wanted this for so long that my breath caught. All those nights we had met secretly, this had been what I both wanted and feared the most.

Salvator’s canines broke through the delicate skin at the back of my shoulder, my body going rigid for several moments, my head and shoulders slumping forward. His jaw clamped into position, his pelvis moving at a punishing pace against mine, powered by the connection that was forging between us. At this moment, his body felt bigger and heavier, the girth of his cock rubbing furiously against the walls of my core.

This was both man and beast, his dire wolf making an appearance to this mating ceremony.

A burning sensation started in my shoulder to cascade through my body, setting fire to all my synapses until I felt ready to explode. His cock slamming into me had created another fire, one that built pressure in my womb, and made my legs wobble.

“Salvator,” I gasped, another spike of pleasure making me clench around him.

His jaw tightened further, and more of that delicious heat infused into me, making my eyes roll back in my head. Slow, and so deep that I would still feel him days from now, Salvator thrust until he could barely move because he had thickened so much inside me. Waves of pleasure radiated from my womb into my body, and an ethereal scream echoed around the room as I lost myself to sensation. His hips still moved, but his cock was lodged deep inside me, pulsating against my g-spot to make me orgasm again.

He collapsed on top of me, his cock continuing to create vibrations that reverberated through me until I was almost delirious with pleasure overload.

“What’s happening?” I panted, my fingers clutching the bedclothes as another wave of pleasure exploded from my stomach.

“It sometimes happens when our wolves get involved in the mating,” Salvator replied, kissing the side of my throat. “We knot inside our mates to try and procreate.”

I arched back, trying to see his face. “Babies?” I queried, trying to stop my body from responding to whatever his cock was doing inside me.

“Hmmm.” He kissed me again. “Wolves tend to know when their mates are fertile, and increase the chance of pregnancy.”

I tried to free myself in shock, but he was stuck inside me, his cock swollen to ensure he stayed there.

“Try not to move,” Salvator instructed. “My dick is really sensitive right now. This hasn’t happened to me before and I didn’t plan it, but if any of the stories I heard are true, it should wear off in a few hours.”

“A few hours?” My voice emerged in a high-pitched scream. “Is it going to keep vibrating and making me come?” Orgasms were great, but one after the other with a huge cock stuck in you was a little daunting.

He chuckled against the mark on my shoulder, and I felt that kiss on my clit. “Then stay still and stop wiggling your ass against me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands splaying across my stomach. “Relax.”

“You don’t have a massive cock vibrating inside you,” I huffed, but rested my head back against his shoulder.

“No, but my dick is currently lodged inside you doing I don’t know what while you try to rip him from my groin as you move around.”

I stilled, realising we were both in this situation, and at least I was getting orgasms out of it. I threaded my fingersthrough his and stared at the silver colour of the moonlight as it stretched fingers of light across the room to touch the contents.

If I closed my eyes, the years of loneliness could disappear, and it would just be Salvator and me on a hillside before we realised that death was just around the corner and stalking all of us.

Chapter Sixteen

Salvator

I thought the organisation I had built here in Peru was impressive, but it was nothing in comparison to what Luna had created. Her empire stretched across the globe, with different species all working together to maintain a safety network to protect the secrecy of the night creatures.

Jethro currently sat with his head in his hands, groaning. “What the fuck happened, and why do I feel as if I’ve been walked on by an ogre?”

“Don’t be absurd, all the ogres are in the Magical Realm,” the vampire Dominic said from where he stood beside the bookcase, lifting books out and replacing them again. He had arrived with Jethro tied up in chains yesterday, and he was living proof of why vampires and dire wolves were sworn enemies. Only Luna seemed to hold him in affection. I would have ripped his throat out by now.

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