Page 48 of Blood Bought

Chapter Twenty-One:

Waking up to the feelingof teeth sinking into my body was going to be tough to get used to, but I grinned down at Alaris when he looked guilty as hell. “It’s okay. Take what you need.”

“I tried to be gentle,”he said without moving, sucking lightly as his strong hands roamed my body.“You smell so sweet while you sleep.”

“I was having a good dream. It’s been a long time,” I admitted, shifting slightly so he could get more comfortable. “Fuck, that feels good though.”

Alaris pulled off and licked up the blood, then kissed his way up to my neck and slotted between my legs. “Does it, Sweets? Do I make you feel good?”

I felt his heavy fat cock lay against my pussy, but I was hazy enough with sleep and the blood high that I knew I could take him. I spread my legs a little further and rocked up, biting his earlobe. “Yes, Alaris. You do.”

I flinched when I felt him enter my body. The walls inside of my pussy ached, my cervix was sore, yet feeling how hard I’d made him and hearing him moan how tight I was helped my body relax.

“Never get enough of you.” He pinned my hands above my head, making me feel exposed and more open than I’d ever been.

It was exhilarating.

“That so? Does that mean you won’t be sharing me with Renzo and Kellian like you share everyone else?”

His possessive growl answered me first. “No. They’re lucky they got that taste, never again. Every drop of your blood is mine. If anyone touches you, they die.”

My stomach flipped violently, overshadowed only by the sharp snap of Alaris’ hips as he let my arms go. “No one else. Got it.”

I rocked up and slid my hands down his body, taking in the raised scars, the curves and ridges of those toned muscles, the sheer power simmering under his skin.

And all the while, he kept his gaze locked with mine. “Your heartbeat is better than any song, Miss Silk. I could listen to it forever.”

“Stop being sweet, it’s weird,” I mumbled, covering his mouth with my palm as I blushed and tried to hide my face. “I think it’s scarier than when you get all ragey.”

I felt him smirk under my hand and then he bit me, fangs and everything, just to show he could.“Yet both of those moods get you wet.”

He started fucking me harder, his tattooed hand moving to grip my face as his thumb slipped into my mouth and tugged down on my jaw. It ripped a moan from me and had me dying to come — I closed my lips around that digit and sucked, clenching around him and digging my nails into his skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered, snapping his hips harder and harder as I sucked. “Pussy is mine, all of you is mine. Gonna fuck your pretty little face next, sweet girl. Come for me.”

I whimpered around his thumb and let myself go, let myself feel every brutal inch of that thing and the way it was making me his. Walking that tightrope of fear at the thought of him killing me on his cock the way he did Elenor should’ve turned me off — should’ve instantly killed my orgasm and soured my blood, but it didn’t.

Somehow, I instinctively knew he wouldn’t hurt me, and I knew the danger was only making me wetter.

I came with my eyes locked on his, biting down on his thumb so hard it made him groan and snap faster. But to my surprise, he stopped, pulling out of me to flip me over onto my belly and then he thrusted right back into my heat.

Teeth sank into my shoulder, stealing my breath as he hammered into me, faster and harder until I thought maybe I knew what Sloane was experiencing that day.

I didn’t have time to make sure I was allowed to come again. Words wouldn’t come, just stuttered, weak moans and a silent, half-formed plea for him to never, ever stop what he was doing.

When he let go of my shoulder he sat up for more leverage, pinning me to the mattress by the back of my neck as he ordered me to come again.

“Now, Adalind. Strangle my cock.”

I gasped, screaming as this one hit me much harder. It felt insane, like all the pressure I never knew was building up inside my body was being released all at once, and every brutal thrust ensured that feeling didn’t end. I could hear it splashing, hear the way it made him growl, and then he slammed deep inside and bred me once again.

He rolled his hips lazily after that, whispering about how I was such a good girl and then he laid there on top of me for a while still inside me. “Hot water’s on the way for a bath. Then you need water and food, Sweets.”

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