Page 22 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
I lick my lips, my eyes running up on down the hardened body in front of me. “Yes.”
My chest rises and falls as his darkened eyes fall to my chest. We both are silent for a moment, just staring in the darkness that Ambrose created for us. We are in our own little world. Nothing exists here but the two of us. No curses or vampires or pack problems. No worries of danger lurking nearby. No tragedies to mourn. Nothing but us.
“I need this,”I send to him.“Please.”
“I need this to last forever.”
I suck in a breath. I need that too, but that seems impossible. It seems like a fantasy that neither of us will live long enough to experience. We may be mates, but we’re fated to break a curse. And we’ve yet to realize the consequences of breaking it.
He steps toward me as the wind he created swirls around my body, heating me to my core. I close my eyes as a hand reaches out, stroking my cheek. I don’t know if it’s his actual hand or the wind that touches me, but it doesn’t matter. It’s all him. All intense. All I want.
“I could stare at you all day. The runes on your body mark you as a Moonlight pack member, asmine,” he growls out that last word.
I shiver as his hand runs down the curves of my body, and then I’m pulled into a deep kiss. Our bodies press together as we both put everything into the kiss. His tongue sweeps through the seam of my lips, and I open wider, letting him in deeper. His large hands grab onto my hips, pulling me against him until I can feel his thick cock, desperate to enter me.
I grab onto his hair, refusing to let him go, no matter what. I won’t let the outside world in. I won’t let the intrusive thoughts win. There is no stopping this moment. The world could be burning all around us, and it wouldn’t matter. I need my mate. Ineed Ambrose. I need to love him and let him love me in the only way we can until the curse is broken.
I moan around his lips as his hand sinks between our bodies, rubbing over my sensitive bud.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.”
A zip of electricity dances around my back, electrifying the very air around us. For a moment, it makes me jump until I remember it’s Ambrose. It’s his magic doing this. Suddenly, I’m falling onto my back. I cringe at the thought of how hard the ground will feel and how heavy Ambrose’s weight will be on top of me. But a cloud of softness greets my back, and Ambrose’s full weight never hits me despite his body being on top of mine.
“Open your eyes, my beautiful queen.”
I do, and my mouth falls open in awe. A thousand fireflies are dancing around us as we lie on a bed he produced out of thin air.
“You’re incredible, my mate.”
He smirks knowingly. “I can’t wait to show you all of me. Everything I can be. I don’t want to hold back anymore.”
“Then don’t.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, and then I remember his curse. He can’t love me; if he does, he’ll kill me. So no matter what, he won’t be able to fully be himself. He can’t let go fully, not until we break the curse. Soon—soon he’ll be able to, and that’s enough for me. For now, I get to have him. His body and power.
“No more hiding,” I say.
“No more hiding,” he agrees and then lowers his mouth to mine.
I squirm underneath him as his kiss deepens, awakening all of my primal urges. Gravity pulls me to him with an unrelenting burn. I’d probably kill countless innocents just to be with this man; that’s how desperate I am for him in this moment. It’s like the mating bond controls me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him. That should scare me, but it doesn’t.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I whisper.
His eyes sear into mine. “I’ll ask no such thing of you.Ever. Just being with me is enough.”
His cock slides through my wetness in one swift motion, at the same time his tongue presses deep into my mouth, and his magic swirls around us, pressing against every nerve ending on my body. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.
And then we both open our eyes, staring at each other with all of his magic surrounding us. I grip onto his muscular back until I’m sure my nails must be drawing blood. But he doesn’t pull away.
“Gods, you feel incredible,” he says through a pained whisper.
“Fuck me.”
He rolls his hips, hitting deep inside me as I arch my back up, letting my own hips match his thrusts. I try to hold onto this memory. Try to cling to it like this is my life now, fucking my mate in a magic dome he built just for us, but I know even in my magic bubble that this moment is fleeting. Soon it will be a memory I have to hold onto to get me through everything else.
It just makes me grip onto him harder. I hold my breath, trying to keep my orgasm from coming. From letting this moment end too soon. But Ambrose doesn’t need magic to build me. He doesn’t need any special powers to bring me to the edge, just him. His body is more than enough.
He strokes my hair so tenderly as he thrusts deep and hard into my body. The combination undoes me. My teeth clamp down onto his shoulder, but it doesn’t stop me from screaming his name as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through my body.
