Page 32 of Bound to Death

I was pinned to the wall. His leg pushed between mine, and like always, the area it brushed pulsed with an eagerness I’d argue was his fault. Desperate for more sensation, I rolled myhips and rubbed myself over his thick thigh. The hard friction dragged another needy moan out of me.

Thanatos groaned in return, pushing against me harder than before. “Fuck.”

Our mouths collided violently. He sucked my tongue and tugged at my lips with his teeth, tasting and kissing me so thoroughly it flooded my hips with familiar heat—sensation I’d absolutely riot over if he left me unsatisfied. His thigh stayed firmly in place, so I continued to use it to relieve the uncomfortable tension building between my legs.

The friction was intoxicating. So fucking good. I always fell perfectly into his trap. Always the one desperately begging him to finish what he started. But he ended the kiss before I could really get going, and I was left in a daze, panting.

Thanatos looked down the empty alley before his piercing gaze was back on me. Without explaining, he drove his fangs into his tongue and came down for another kiss. I stiffened. Memories of the first time I tasted his blood came rushing back in. I’d thought it was all some kind of dream, but this time I knew for sure it wasn’t.

The second the warm liquid coated my tongue, I couldn’t contain the feral sound of need that dislodged from my throat. Thankfully, it was smothered by his tongue dancing around mine. I swallowed every drop that streamed into my mouth, thirstier than I’d ever been.

Groaning, Thanatos pulled his head just out of reach. He’d never looked more like a beast than he did now. His body wasn’t solid like it should be, and everywhere my eyes wandered was just another reminder this man was a supernatural beast. He looked like the monster he warned he was, and I’d never been so eager to be attacked by someone until he came tearing through my life.

Grabbing me around the throat, Thanatos forced my head to the side and licked my erratic pulse. When his fangs sunk in, all that hit my body was pleasure. It didn’t hurt, but I thought for sure it’d kill me.

His hand sunk between my legs, his fingers pushing past my wet folds, reaching deep inside and fucking me so hard my legs quaked and threatened to take me to the floor. His other hand wrapped around the back of my thigh, lifting it up so I could lock it around his waist. His hand returned to my throat like it belonged there. The hold he had on my neck tightened as he sucked harder, taking strong pulls of my blood into his mouth. He used his tongue to make sure not a single drop slipped away, and I clung to him, afraid I’d fall over if I didn’t.

I couldn’t explain it, but it felt like I’d been waiting for him to bite me since we met. Really bite me. It was the final piece to a puzzle I hadn’t realized I was trying to solve. Everything about it felt right, and from the way Thanatos growled into my neck and kept me firmly in his grasp, he was feeling it, too.

As he swallowed down greedy mouthfuls, I was unraveling. Coming undone. Desperate to have his pierced cock sliding in and out of me, fucking me shamelessly out in the open. Delicious sensation stormed my hips, relentless waves licking across my skin and setting my body ablaze. I was pounded by his fingers in time with my thundering pulse for what felt like forever before, without warning, the tension in my lower waist snapped.

I came so hard my vision failed.

“Oh, fuck. Thanatos!”

As soon as I came off the numb rush, the towering killer-turned-vampire stopped and wiped the blood coating his lips with his thumb. He visibly savored my taste by pushing the digit into his mouth with his eyes closed. A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. Then our gazes locked.

I couldn’t breathe.

The look he gave me was wilder than I’d ever seen him. Dangerous. Possessive. The eyes of a predator. Watching me carefully, Thanatos lifted his other hand to his mouth, the one he’d fucked me with. He licked each finger clean the same way he had his thumb. I nearly stumbled, but his penetrating stare demanded I watch. The thing was, I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to. How could one simple act be the sexiest thing I’d ever seen?

His chest rose and fell, seconds away from attacking. But when he finally broke our eye contact, it felt like I could finally breathe again. “My mark looks much better on you, little raven.”

A jolt shot down my body. I’d never get over how quickly he went from stoic shadow to possessive beast. Faster than I could blink. The always subsurface yearning to be his prey rose into my throat. I wanted to run so he could chase and eventually catch. I wanted that carnal, lustful monster I knew was under the surface to put excited fear into my body.

Frustrated, I latched onto his shirt and tried to pull him back down. I didn’t care that we were barely a hundred feet from a public walkway. I wanted him to fuck me.And hard.I yanked him again with more insistence and went to my toes. His head dipped down just enough so that my teeth could grab hold of his lower lip. I bit him, and the black veins around his eyes grew like cracks in the ground in the midst of an earthquake.

His moon gaze narrowed. Every muscle in his body tensed, practically stone to the touch. The feeling in the air was electric. A warning. An ominous sensation of darkness. The same feeling I got the first night I caught his eye.

The look I gave him dared the Great Soul Taker to do something, and from the way his jaw worked and his neck strained, he’d gotten the message. His nostrils flared. But before he could dip his head back down and claim my mouth the way he wanted to, someone’s voice broke through our sensual stand-off.

“You have some bloody nerve showing up here and shamelessly throwing this in my face, Thanatos.”

Chapter Sixteen

Asha

Thanatos turned sharply, keeping me firmly behind him so I couldn’t see who had called out. But when I stepped a littleto the left, I was surprised to find a tall woman in a vest top and fitted pair of dress pants standing next to the red door.

Her short, silky white hair was brushed off to the right while the other side was shaved. I’d seen the hairstyle before, but no one had ever made it look half as good as she did. Let’s just say that she gave off all the devastating vibes of an androgenous babe out to conquer the world.

But holy shit, she had to be at least six or so feet tall. I envied how perfect she looked in everything she’d chosen to wear. She could easily be a model or a high-powered executive with the vibes she put out. Worse, she looked almost exactly like Charlize Theron. I’d never been so sexually confused looking at another woman until that moment.

Charlize Theron’s doppelganger cut her blue-eyed gaze from Thanatos to me, then her shapely lips rose sarcastically. “A human, Dead? Really? I would’ve never thought you’d stoop so low.”

Ouch.Did she have to say that with me standing right here? What was she, Regina George’s supernatural mentor?

It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was likely an angel. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the Devil, either. My sexual confusion would make way more sense if I could blame the worst demon of them all for it. But the light around her had taken the shape of wings. It wasn’t solid and there weren’t feathers like I expected, just fluorescence, but the outline was there. It pretty much confirmed my theory she was an angel. To be fair, I could still blame the reason I was presently falling in love with a stranger on her being a heavenly creature.

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