Page 42 of Clash of Sin and Secret

“Yes,” I hiss, the muscles of my pussy throbbing around him, squeezing him. “So good.”

A low, guttural growl vibrates against my flesh where he’s suckling my blood and reverberates through my whole body.Your arousal sweetens your blood. It’s addictive. My new favorite candy.

Zane’s voice in my head is new. He didn’t share this part of himself before. There were always parts of his vampire nature he kept hidden from me…

But that’s over now.

Zane’s cock is thick and gloriously hard and with my legs pinned open and him railing into me, he’s rubbing against my G-spot in the most incredible way.

Suspended in the air with my back pressed against the wall, I have no leverage to work with to take part in this. He’s fillingme, fucking me, and I’m sure I’m dripping down the length of his impressive erection.

My insides are on fire as his hard length continues to rub over that spot inside me.

Too soon, he eases his fangs out of my neck and seals the points of puncture. “It would be way too easy to lose control and drink too much. I’m going to have to be careful.”

“Zane, please.” I’m teetering on the brink of my release and want more of him, not less.

He chuckles against my neck. “Impatient, are we?”

“I need you.”

He eases back and straightens, claiming my lips instead of my blood. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and the metallic tang of my blood sizzles on my taste buds. It’s weird and different.

Is it the squire magic that makes it do that?

My momentary distraction ends when he nicks my bottom lip with the tip of his fang and sucks it into his mouth.So fucking addictive.

My entire body tingles with squire magic. It’s as if my powers know I belong to Zane, as if they recognize our bond.

I run my fingers through his ebony waves and crush myself against him as my orgasm takes hold. It lights me up, my magic getting away from me a little as my powers zing through both of us.

I throw my head back, crying out his name as the walls of my pussy clench around him and I come all over his cock.

Zane’s pace falters as he hammers inside me. He stiffens and his hips lock as he grunts. He throws his head back as he fills me with his own release.

We both pant for breath as he pulls me away from the wall and steps out of his lounge pants pooled at his ankles. “I hopeyou don’t have any plans, Scots, because I have no intention of sharing you today.”

My insides melt like warm chocolate as he carries me toward my bed. I lay my head on his shoulders. “Nothing that can’t wait. I’m all yours.”

And always have been.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Scottie

Sweat beads on my forehead as I grip the weight bar and let it down into the cradle. That last rep took my shoulders from a pleasant ache to a fiery burn. No, thank you. The only fiery burn I sign up for willingly is the kind that ends in me shattering with an orgasm and screaming out a man’s name.

But whose name would it be?

The training room hums with the energy of three very fine sexual possibilities—Tucker is my gentle giant. He’s a giver, and although he’s an alpha in every other way, with me he’s an even mix between a cinnamon roll and a golden retriever.

I was only with Huntley that one night, but what a night it was. Looking back with a new understanding, I see the tender moments when he checked in on me and cleaned me up afterward, but during the deed being done, he was a tireless machine. That man has endless stamina and needs no recovery period.

Just thinking about it makes me wet.

And then there’s Zane. The one man I always envisioned as my lover my entire life is no longer the only man I crave or the only man in my heart.

“Come on, beautiful, break times over.” Tucker encourages from his spot on the mat, pushing through his own workout. His eyes sparkle with mischief and warmth, making my heart race in ways I didn’t think possible. “If you keep daydreaming and filling our senses with your arousal, we’ll never finish this workout.”

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