Page 40 of Orion: Galaxy Huntress

“More,” I urged, hooking my nails into his flesh, desperate for his gift.

“You’re mine, Little Star,” he breathed, but I knew it wasn’t true. Soon he would pass me over to his coven for this very same thing.

I wondered if their bites would be as blissful. If dying wouldn’t hurt. Would Zeus cast my soul back into the stars or send me to Hades for failing?

None of that mattered as I descended into the rapture of Reznor’s blood kiss. Tense, sore muscles dissolved into a soft, languid kindling with a pale, yellow glow. The burn and sting of my backside faded away. Hunger scratched at my veins to taste him back and determine if his blood was as divine as his kiss. I dragged a nail along his flesh, sprouting a trail of dark blood, and I lowered my mouth to his stone-hard, frosty flesh. I lapped at him, eliciting a hiss, and his head to arch back. Liquid ice poured through my veins, battling with the heat of my starlight for dominance. Every sense in my body heightened. Touch. Smell. Hearing. Sight. Acute as an eagle. Predator instincts. What I would have given to have these when I hunted in Greece.

Memories sharpened into focus. Not mine. Rejection by his father, forcing Reznor into a rough childhood of fending for himself on the streets. Beatings with canes and other objects at the hands of strangely dressed priests. Escaping that hell and falling in love with a beautiful maid. Giving his heart to her, only to have it ripped from his chest when she died from fever. Broken, black heart, inviting the red eyes from the darkness. Fate descended on him. Mother. Sireling. Predator eyes. Blood thirst like an eternal craving that couldn’t be satisfied. Still, silent, dead heart, awakening after so many centuries of loneliness and emptiness. Alluring scent driving his senses to madness. Starlight casting illumination over his dark world. His fear and retreat.

My heart clicked the way it had with Stormy and Vice. Another piece of my heart came together in the puzzle. Gods! I didn't just have one mate, I had three. Very. Different. Beasts. What in Hades would I do with that many? Not that I would enjoy the pleasure of them with my fate sealed, my death inevitable. But I could take advantage of my time with the vampire while it lasted. Mend that broken heart of his. Show him what it was like to be loved once more. Maybe then mine could be at peace and be rid of the heartache that weighed it down for millennia.

A sharp gasp snapped me back to focus as Reznor pushed off me roughly, gripping my shoulders, his fingers making marks on me. “What did you do?”

“Tasted you.” I was breathless, soaring, never wanting to come down.

He scrambled back off the bed. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Red burned like coals in his eyes and his pupils dilated, his hunter mode activated.

“Why not?” I moaned, writhing with pleasure. “You took from me, and it was only fair that I reciprocate.”

Fire burned across my chest, snapping me out of my high. Blades dragged across my skin as if Reznor’s fangs scraped me, deep and treacherous. I sat up sharply, tugging at the breast of my shirt. Blood-red fangs and lips were branded over my heart, right next to a damn wolf paw and demon horns.

I glanced between the stamp and the vampire. “What is this?” Another damn marking, that was what. How? Why?

“It means you’re really mine now.” He crawled across the rumpled sheets, laying me back, slicing off each button with his claws. “And I must have you.”

Residual haze floated at the back of my mind, coaxing me back to that intoxicating state. “Bite me again.” This time I arched my back and shoved my breasts into the air, wanting him to taste me elsewhere.

“Damn you, Little Star, for making me want you,” he murmured, lowering his wintry lips to my flesh, making me cry out at the contrast, desperate for his kiss.

A haze of pleasure and pain lowered over my mind as he drank from my left breast. I wriggled in the delight of it. Every inch of my body burned despite his arctic kiss. The apex between my legs begged for his touch the most, and I ground into him, encouraging the hardening length at his crotch to turn to stone.

Reznor slowly peeled back the cloth of my shirt, shifting his lips across one shoulder then the other, cooling my collarbone and the flesh in between. He gently lifted one shoulder, fiddling with my bra strap, unhooking it slowly, seductively stripping it from my body, exposing my ample breasts. His fangs lengthened and he hissed before diving back to my dusky, stiff nipples, and I shrieked at the sting, but then drifted in the pleasure that followed.

“Such sweet, buxom cleavage.” He stroked the flesh between my breasts, and I arched my back, shoving them deeper into his mouth. Blood trickled down my bosom, and he lapped up each drop, every nerve homing in on the sensation, coming to life, exploding with delirious bliss.

My arousal ramped up as he roughly and impatiently tugged at the securings of my pants, dragging them down my thighs, spreading my legs as much as they could go. His finger curled inside my panties, one swipe setting me off, and I bucked beneath him. Laying with a man had never been as pleasurable as it was with Reznor and Vice. I’d been missing out. The bastards I’d lain with didn’t know how to please a woman even if Aphrodite herself had taught them. The goddess has certainly blessed the demon and vampire. I wondered if Stormy was fortunate in that department too. My heart screamed at knowing we’d never find out. Never know the passion behind those stormy gray eyes that turned silver when his wolf wanted out.

This would be my final act before I died. I was ready to be consumed by frost as I’d been consumed by fire and sin with the demon.

Reznor positioned my naked body, having me crouch on my knees, chest lowered to the bed. Hands fisted in my hair, he surged into me without warning or ease. I cried out, scrambling to grip the sheets. He sawed in and out of my sweet flower with an equal amount of brutish fervor. There was nothing gentle about this vampire. He was a complete and utter monster. A sensual, seductive monster built for pleasure. He rammed into me harder, building my pleasure, sending me careening into space as the demon had. I blinked at the stars dancing in my vision, behind my eyes, all through my body. My climax came the moment he went off. He collapsed atop of me, panting, his cool skin bringing down the heat of mine.

“I’ll punish you again for making me want you, Little Star,” he warned me.

Excitement burst in my chest. Oh, I hoped he did. I wanted to get as much enjoyment as possible packed into my last day on this Earth. Orion was going to be heated hotter than a supernova, only to explode in spectacular fashion and go to rest in Hades.

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