Page 66 of Malachi
“Eden?” I bellowed, slamming the door behind me and kicking of my boots against the wall.
“Malachi, you’re home! I was just —”
She didn’t get another word out before my hands were on her.
“Oh!”
Only that sound, before I had her spun around and slammed into the front door, my hand pressing against her breastbone, holding her where I wanted her.
“Yes or no?” It was all I could manage to utter over the roiling emotions in my gut.
Her eyes searched mine, but I saw what I needed to see. Understanding was there.
“Yes.” She spoke firmly, without hesitation. With that, her fate was sealed. My hand tightened around her throat as I pulled her away from the door and straight to my lips, claiming hers with my own.
Her gasp turned to a groan just as fast as it had begun, my tongue seeking hers and toying with it. I kissed her with abandon, with the wild recklessness I felt. Her hands clutched at my shirt, fisting in the soft material, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to fight. I wanted the chase. And god damnit, I wanted her.
I took both her wrists in one of my hands, pulling them away from my shirt and up over her head as I pushed her back again. Hands over her head, I held her captive for my lips to plunder.
She fought against me, giving me exactly as I wanted, but I only pushed her harder against the door. I grinned into the kiss as she struggled under my grasp, my knee coming up between her thighs. She ground against my thigh, showing me with her body just how well matched she was for this.
I was about to reach for her delicious breast when the minx bit me square on the lip, hard enough to draw blood. I pulled away, eyes wide with shock as I tasted my own blood on my tongue.
Her lower lip was tinged red from my blood and fuck me, it was hot.
She bared her teeth, snarling at me as her hands fought against my grip.
We locked eyes; hers narrowed, mine just as fierce. I swiped at my lower lip, catching the blood that had beaded on the surface of the skin, and held my thumb up to her.
“Lick,” I commanded. Her eyes went wide, but I did not miss the way her pupils dilated further with sheer arousal.
“What?” she muttered.
“Lick,” I reiterated in little more than a growl. Her eyes narrowed further, but this time with determination. The pink tip of her tongue flicked out, catching the red fluid on my thumb and licking the blood, just as I had commanded. I growled, low and deep, the Beast waking within me, coming to the surface with a vengeance.
“Again.” This time I pinched my lower lip, letting more blood pool onto the pad of my thumb. By the time I raised it to her lips, it had dripped down in a crimson rivulet towards my palm. With eyes locked on mine, her tongue darted out, flicking and swirling over the length of my thumb.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, imagining her licking my blood off of my cock instead of my thumb. I tucked that tidbit away for a later fantasy to play out. I pulled my hand away, wrapping it around her throat and pushing her head back to the door with a loud thud.
“Fuck!” she cried out as her head hit the heavy wood, but the sound was all groan and all sex. I moved my thumb over her pulse point, enjoying the way the tinge of red smeared against her skin, my blood now marking her throat. It was hedonistic and so fucking sexy. I leaned down, moving my thumb to the side as I licked up the column of her throat, tasting the bitter copper of my blood mixed with the sweet musk of her sweat.
My hand tightened over her wrists, knowing I would surely leave bruises, and yet not caring. My teeth dug against her neck, finding her pulse point with my tongue as I let my teeth scratch and scrape over her skin.
“Malachi,” she gasped, her thighs opening further to me.
“What a submissive little slut you are, opening up for me with barely any coaxing. Dirty little thing can’t help but spread her legs when the taste of my blood hits her lips,” I degraded her with all the adoration in the fucking world.
“I… um…” she stammered.
“You know your safewords if it’s too much,” I reminded her gently. With renewed resolve, she nodded her head. I watched, enraptured, as she sunk into the degradation I spoke, letting the dirty words wash over her and allowing them to turn her on further. Jesus tits, she was a masterpiece.
With my lust skyrocketing by the minute, I tightened my hand around her throat, growling as I looked down at her dilated eyes, her gaze one of pure sin.
“We’re going to play a game, little bird,” I teased, my voice low and deep. “You’re going to hide and I’m going to —”
“Seek?” she asked with a fluttering little laughing lilt to her voice.
“No. I will hunt. And then I will claim,” I hissed, the warning clear in every word. Letting go of her hands, I uttered the last word needed to begin.
