Page 61 of Vampire's Breath

“Such… a good… fucking… girl…” he growled as I tried to breathe around his girth. The rhythm of my fingers matched his thrusts, forcing sounds from deep within me, wetter than I had ever remembered being, my moans closer to wanton sobs of pleasure than anything else.

Without warning, he pulled my head off his hardness and raised my eyes to his. I drew in a sharp breath and relished the unobstructed air flowing into my lungs while groaning at the rhythm of my fingers, arching into them, never losing Lorcan’s gaze.

“Let me have those,” he commanded, pointing at my hand between my legs. I raised it toward him, and he guided my fingers to his lips, licking and sucking every drop of my wetness from them as though it were the only thing he craved. He pointed at the cushion next to me when he finished cleaning me. “Lie back and brace yourself with your hands on the arm because I am going to fuck you—hard—until you can no longer stand.”

Did he mean it? Could I take that much? I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. My nipples still stood in peaks as the soft cushion cradled my back. I raised my hands above my head and pressed into the arm of the couch. He rolled the hard nubs between his fingers. “Someday, I’ll see exactly how much these can take. Or maybe bend you over that arm and listen to you beg for me to fuck your ass, but for now…”

My heart raced as I savored his words. They thrilled me—and terrified me, not because of him, but because I realized how much I needed whatever he would give me. What kind of pain would he unleash on my breasts? And his cock in my ass—he’d destroy me from behind. He was too big, and I was too tight, yet the thought of him ripping me open made my cunt ache. Howcould I admit I wanted to be used like that—wrecked—hard and slow and without mercy? He would think I was insane.

“Are you ready, wildflower?” His voice was low, turning my insides into a pool.

He leaned forward, allowing a hand to drop to the arm of the couch next to mine as he used the other to line his cock up with my entrance. I closed my eyes and gasped as his tip stretched my cunt as it had my lips, which still tingled from the feel.

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing into my hands to brace myself, choosing to give myself to him.

His fingers dug into the arm of the couch, the tendons in his wrists straining as he shoved his hips forward to meet mine in a punishing thrust. A scream came from me as the pain from his cock slamming into my wetness bloomed—a pain I welcomed. I pushed harder against the arm, not sure if my screams were from pain or the desire for more, whichever he would give me. My breasts bounced with each attack, driving me higher, further, beyond what I could have imagined. He flicked his hips into me, his hardness stretching, filling, and completing me in every way. Each thrust built a heat I couldn’t deny or contain, an edge only he could push me over.

“Lorcan, I’m going to…” A whimper fell from my chest. “I can’t stop…” My body tensed and shuddered, my hands flying to his chest. My cunt throbbed with a pain I greedily accepted—wanted, chased even. He slid an arm behind my shoulders, holding me close to him, and he pounded into my quivering cunt, wave after wave of ecstasy engulfing me.

“That’s it, wildflower.” His breaths were ragged, his voice soothing, his pace never slowing. “Your walls are gripping me so damn hard. Come for me… And keep coming so I can.Make me… Keep… Gah.” His words melted to a groan as he pushed as deep into me as he could, my breasts billowing on his chest as we trembled as one, before his head fell to my shoulder.

“Perfect. So fucking good,” he whispered, his words strained as he continued to milk his orgasm with small thrusts. “Mine. Forever.”

I melted at his words, wanting more—everything, all of him—until it hurt and he marked me as his. Air rushed between us as he shifted, his mouth hovering over my neck. Euphoric pain shot through me as his teeth sank into the soft flesh below my ear, his body shaking as his orgasm rippled through him to complement mine. He rocked back and forth on top of me, his tongue and lips soothing the pain of his bite as streams of his warm seed coated my insides and I shattered again, no longer certain where he ended and I began.

The squeal of the train’s brakes matched the screams that echoed in my mind. My heart clenched, and my stomach twisted. I raised my hand to my neck where Lorcan’s teeth had been. I had never wanted pain, never sought it out. But with him, my body and mind craved something different from my previous partners. I sought to surrender—submit—allow him to use me for his desires in ways I hadn’t even thought of yet because his greatest desire had been my pleasure.

But this was it, I promised myself. This was the last time I fantasized about him—about us, about what we could be—because I wasn’t who he wanted. I sealed my thoughts into a darkened corner of my heart, vowing never to think of them again once I stepped off this train. I grabbed my suitcase and picked my way down the steps and onto the platform. It wasn’tuntil the wind hit my face that I realized streams of tears coated my cheeks.

Lorcan

“Amy, please.” My voice strained with frustration as I ran my hand through my hair, my pulse hammering. “I’m sure she’s called you. I’m sure you know where she is. I need to know that she’s safe. We just need to find her.”

I hung up the phone after leaving yet another message. I was sure she wouldn’t call me back. My fingers ached from holding on to the phone too hard. I paced around the sofa in my sitting room before walking to the shelf. I looked at the spot where, just a day ago, Briar’s blood had lain on the napkin. Someone had collected the laundry. If only I had it now to give to Rory.

I poured myself a drink, wondering what to do next. Patricia had kicked me out of the war room, which I had finally found. She told me I was distracting her people. It was a damn waitinggame with no end in sight. London might have the best closed-circuit coverage of any city in the world, but even for our people—Cormac’s people—it took time to obtain those videos and more time to scan through them. But every second she was out there alone was a second too long, especially because they couldn’t find Aiden either.

I poured the whiskey down my throat. They had to find her before he did. A knock on my door startled me.

“Come in,” I called out before making my way to a chair and flopping into it.

Cormac stepped inside.

“Are you going to come out of here today?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Does it matter if I do?” I slumped down in my chair, rubbing my eyes. Both the anxiety and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. I took a deep breath. “How is Rory this morning?”

Cormac pressed his lips into a thin line. “She’s doing better. Last night took a lot out of her.”

Cormac had been right to tell Rory to rest yesterday afternoon. The memory of Rory, pale and shaking, flashed through my mind. When she had taken blood from all four of us, combining it with her coven’s magic, it overwhelmed her. Her determination had been unshakable, but we could all see the toll on her body and mind. Cormac had forbidden her from trying again and sent her to bed.

“She’s in the library waiting for us,” he said. “We’re dealing with powerful magic that has lasted for a century. It’s going to take a lot to counteract it.”

My breath trickled out over my lips, the gravity of the situation settling over me. How were we going to break through a magic unwilling to come undone?

“But that isn’t what I came in here for.” He hesitated before continuing. “Patricia’s team has a lead on Briar. She stayedat a hotel near St. Pancras and left for Derby early yesterday morning.”

I shot out of the chair. “Then we need to go. Now.”

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