Page 128 of Blood So Brutal

I never wanted anything more.

Wolf hardened beneath me, clearly not affected by the pain of the bite one bit. His blood in my mouth was fucking euphoric. I made sure the bond was wide open as I drank, letting him feel how it affected me.

Blood was one thing. But the taste of his power? It sweetened his blood and tingled in my body as I swallowed.

And swallowed.

And swallowed.

A few seconds later, I pulled back. Wolf was reaching for my wrist, but I stopped him, pulling my hair away from my own neck.

“A mark for a mark,” I breathed. I knew blood smeared my mouth, but I didn’t care. “I want them to know who I belong to, too.”

He smiled, his fangs already protruding. “My wicked Huntress,” he teased. “We both know you belong to no one.”

He leaned up to kiss me, but I stopped him. The smile fell from his mouth as I said, “My heart is yours, Wolf. It has been since Moira. Mark me here. I want everyone else to know we belong to each other.”

A second passed, and I thought maybe he wouldn’t do it, that maybe I pushed him too far. He was always so careful about my boundaries, even when I didn’t want him to be.

But that ounce of hesitation vanished within an instant, and Wolf was bringing his own mouth to my neck, ravishing the skin there with his lips before biting me.

And then, he was drinking.

I felt the moment he let himself relax, taking what his body wanted. Our bond protected us; I knew he would never take too much, because he could feel how badly I wanted this. Needed this.

He drank from me, I drank from him. Our bodies intertwined under the beating sun in the Scarlata ruins. Thank the goddess we were alone, because a few moments later, when I reached between our bodies and fumbled with his belt, he growled in agreement.

It was a haze of lust and blood and passion, but it was also clear as day in my mind. Nothing ever felt so right.

I shoved his trousers down his thighs, and he did the same to me, not even bothering to take my pants off completely before I slid down onto him. Neither of us cared about anything butthis. I slid up his length then gasped as I let him fill me again.

His magic buzzed inside me, mixing with the perfection that was this moment. I leaned forward and bit him again, pulling more of his blood into my mouth as I rode him with a rough, eager need.

“Fuck, Huntress.” He leaned forward to lick up more of my blood. “Nothing is more perfect than this moment right here.”

I moaned in agreement and rode him faster. He guided my mouth down to his. Both of us smearing blood on the other, neither of us cared.

He licked my mouth clean of every last drop, pulling my tongue into his mouth to taste.

I came too fast, filled with ultimate perfection between Wolf pulsing inside me and his blood heightening my senses. He crashed too, holding me tight against him as he shook with release.

As quickly as it started, it was over.

Neither of us moved for some time. We waited until both our breaths returned to normal, until the buzz of the bloodlust faded.

I sat up and cleared my throat. “Well, I wasn’t planning on that.”

Wolf loosened his arms around me and helped me readjust my pants to their original position.

I crawled off his lap, giving him space to do the same. My face heated as I glanced around. We just had uncontrollable vampyre sexin public in the middle of the day.

“None of that.” Wolf stood up and placed both of his large hands on my face until I was forced to look at him. “You don’t get to feel ashamed, Huntress, because that was fucking incredible.” He leaned down and gave me a wet, sloppy kiss. “And you just might be my saving grace, because now, I can die a happy man.”

I gasped and smacked him playfully. Wolf’s confidence, his steadiness, calmed me in an instant. He was right; I had nothing to be ashamed of.

Wolf was my husband. I had been fighting this for so long, but why?

Nothing sodivinecould ever be wrong.

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