Page 74 of Blood and Magic
I gazed back at her, willing her to kick me out, to hit and scream at me, anything.
Instead, she squared her jaw and inhaled, letting it out in a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “For what I said this morning.”
She raised an eyebrow and covered the bite mark on her neck. I pushed her hand away and ran my fingers over it. I didn’t bite her in the marking spot, where my saliva would mix with her scent glands, and she’d smell like me for the rest of her life. That would indicate a claim. This was pure lust, plain and simple.
“I understand that you shouldn’t have done this,” she said, glancing between us. “But I didn’t hate it, and I don’t think I’m putting myself at risk by being with you.”
She was wrong. So very wrong. But so was I. There was no slowing this train down now that we were barreling off this cliff. Being conflicted about it didn’t help.
Maeve lifted a hand to my cheek, forcing my gaze to hers. “You’ve kept me safe, Mill. You’d never hurt me.”
“I died and came back to life,” I explained. “There’s something darker about me, something I’m afraid of.”
“You’re not like them,” she said. “You’re not like the monsters that tore my house apart, that killed all those…” She trailed off, seemingly unable to mutter the words.
“I’m scared that you’re wrong.” It took a lot for me to confess that, to be that vulnerable in the face of all we’d been through so far.
But she lifted on her toes and pressed her lips to mine, and I melted into the touch. When she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, I licked my way into her mouth, wrestling her tongue for control. She easily submitted to me, and I turned her toward the wall, pressing her up against it while I ran my hands down her wet, warm body. Her breasts were so soft, and she moaned when I rubbed my fingers over her nipples, arching into the touch.
The bloodlust usually reared up after I fucked her, and I should stop this until my sister ran her tests, but my aching cock and the knot at the base urged me forward. Wasting little time, I speared my fingers through her sensitive skin and, finding her already wet for me, I kissed my way down her jaw and neck, lapping at my bite wounds.
I wanted to mark her for real. I wanted to sink my canines into that special spot where her neck met her shoulders and make sure everyone knew she belonged to me. But I wouldn’t do that to her, not until I was certain she would always be safe with me.
Dropping to my knees, I descended her body, pressing delicate kisses onto her stomach and hips before lifting one leg to bring it over my shoulder. Fuck, there was no greater taste in the world than the slick between her thighs. She was already soaked, and not because of the shower. I speared my tongue through her, licking and lapping, paying attention to the areas that made her sink her nails into my scalp.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, Mill. I need you.”
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I murmured against her, and she rolled her pelvis against my face, fucking me harder. I loved it when she was like this, so uninhibited and untamed, so very mine.
“I’m so close.” She gripped my hair in tight fistfuls, holding me where she wanted me, and I stuck two fingers inside her to massage the spot that sent her over the edge. Her muscles tensed, her climax dragging her down into sweet oblivion. I sensed it through our magic as it tingled up my spine and down into my cock.
I was already rock hard for her, my knot aching with need, ready to expand. After that, I couldn’t control myself. I stood, twisted her around, and lined myself up at her center, pushing myself to the hilt.
Fuuccckkk, she felt amazing, so tight and warm, like a dream come to life. I’d never experienced anything like Maeve Vanderbilt, and as I gripped her hips to hold her in place, I decided I’d never want anyone else. I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her upright, keeping myself buried to the hilt. She leaned back against my chest, her head on my shoulder, and she turned to face me so I could take her mouth.
I loved how she responded to my touch, and my wolf roared at the delight of being with her, of being like this with her.
“We’re meant to be together, Mill,” she whispered. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“Even if it’s dangerous?”
Her answering grin was all the explanation I needed. “What’s life without a little risk?”
After my death, I’d closed up. I didn’t see the point in going on. But maybe she was right. Maybe there was something about taking a big gamble for a big payoff.
“Fuck me hard,” she whimpered. “Let me show you I’m not made of glass.”
I pushed her face into the tile with one hand and held her waist with the other, rutting into her, bottoming out with a roar. The human side of me gave over to the beast, and I slammed our bodies together like it might be the end of the fucking world. She gave it back to me, meeting me thrust for thrust, and when she broke apart again, I went with her.
My orgasm surged out of me in a mind-blowing explosion, and combined with hers, every nerve ending came to life. I groaned and panted, my canines extending, the urge to bite her again nearly overwhelming me. My knot expanded, locking us into place, and I held her there while the rush of hormones subsided, circling my arms around her, pulling her to me in a compassionate embrace.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” she said, rubbing her palms over my hands and forearms. “You’re shaking.”
Am I?
Son of bitch, I was. Tremors rocketed through my body like I was freezing instead of standing under a hot spray of water. Aftershocks of fantastic sex had me nearly on the edge of tears.
