Page 31 of Property of Mako
The humming I’d noticed earlier had increased to a steady vibration that connected the two of us in a way I’d never known. Never having a mate, this was all uncharted territory for me. After nearly nine hundred years, I was actually experiencing something new. I was blown away.
Sex was something vampires craved nearly as much as blood. It was part of our lustful nature. Yet after hundreds of years, it tended to lose some of its appeal. It became a way to relieve tension or feel good, but there were little to no feelings involved. For some, they lost interest completely.
I’d become one of the latter.
Yet now I couldn’t imagine not fucking her every damn day. Maybe two or three times a day.
“That feels so good,” she panted.
“Fuck yes, it does,” I agreed. “You like me fucking this pussy?”
“Yes!” she cried out as I thrust faster.
“Whose pussy is this?” I demanded as I clutched her curls in one hand and turned her head so she could look at me. My movement arched her back in the sexiest way.
“Yours!” she breathed as I pounded into her waiting heat. The astonishment in her pretty eyes told me that she hadn’t expected to so readily state that. She had no idea how powerful a mating bond could be, though.
“That’s right, baby girl. Every inch of you is mine now. You understand that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl,” I crooned before I leaned forward to kiss her pillowy lips. Then I released her hair, and her head fell forward as I gripped the curve of her hips and drove into her tight cunt with determined precision.
My incisors ached as they descended in the natural response to being with my mate. If she were a vampire, we would bite each other during copulation, amplifying the sensation. With her being human, I didn’t dare.
Sex with one’s bonded mate was reported to be inexplicable. I now believed those rumors.
When her orgasm crashed over her and she screamed out my name, I let myself go, and I poured into her. It was so powerful, I was afraid I’d left bruises on her pale flesh from my fingertips.
Then I carried her spent body to my bed where, once she’d recovered a bit, we did it all over again.
As she dozed in my arms, I prayed I could keep her safe. Because after today, I knew that with her being a human, we were playing a very dangerous game.
Chapter 11
Lines Crossed
Lyra
Morning light filtered through the blinds, cutting across the room in pale stripes. Calix was still asleep beside me, one arm draped heavy over my waist, his breath steady against the back of my neck.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, heart hammering like I’d just run miles.
After the way he’d acted like the first time had never happened, I’d told myself there wouldn't be a repeat. That giving in to whatever this thing between us was would be reckless, dangerous, stupid.
And then I’d let him touch me anyway.
Now, with the scent of him still clinging to my skin, the truth hit me like a punch. I didn’t regret it. Not even a little.
But that didn’t make it any less terrifying because this was unlike any sex I’d ever had before.
Calix stirred, pulling me closer before finally shifting to sit up. The sheet slid down, revealing bare, inked skin, the muscles in his back tightening as he ran a hand over his face.
“We need to talk,” he said, voice rough from sleep.
“About last night? Or the night before?” My voice came out sharper than I meant.
His gaze cut to mine. “About the fact that the people we’re chasing know you exist and that you’re with me now. That makes you a target, Lyra.”
