Page 87 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“I know, which is why we could be mates. The lack of self-preservation runs deep in both of us.”He frees my other breast, and a breathy moan slips out as he sweeps his chilled fingers over my flesh.“To be completely honest, I’m terrified of you, but in the I want you despite everything sort of way.”
“You, scared of me? You’re kidding.”
“Not even a little. You’re capable of being the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me.”He pauses for dramatic effect.“Or you’ll be the one who kills me.”
“Right now, you’re the one killing me.”My eyes roll back in my head as he pushes my shirt down so he can kiss over my nipple, fang dragging over my peak just enough to send a sharp breath through my body, but not enough to draw blood.
My hands are tangled in his hair as I hold his head to my body, never letting go.
“If you keep doing that, I can’t do other things that I know you want me to do.”
I bite my bottom lip, stifling another cry, and then release his head just enough for him to sink lower down my body. Grabbing onto the hem of my pants, he slides them down just enough to get a view of my wetness.
His dark eyes look up at mine for just a second, asking for permission.
I nod, too speechless to speak or even think yes. His tongue dips between my folds expertly, finding the little bundle of nerves that instantly has my body on fire. With every lick of his tongue against me, he worships my body, dragging my soul along with it. More warmth spreads over my icy body, melting away the snow that’s held me together for so long.
Nyx looks up at me from between my legs, locking eyes with me, and I can see his desire swirling. No one has ever looked at me like he’s looking at me now.
And then I’m being flooded with his thoughts and everything he wants to do to me. Starting with devouring me.
Gods, what am I doing?I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m going to regret this for so many reasons, the main one being that I’m going to want to do it again and again. It’s only going to make the whole ‘Who is my mate’ debate more confusing.
A cascade of heat ripples up my body, and I tremble in his arms. I’m so close already to spilling over the edge of insanity. So close to exploding with his tongue on my cunt. So close to screaming out something I shouldn’t say just because he can do beyond impressive things with his tongue.
Fire electrifies my brain, almost burning me up as it hits my head so fast. I cringe, about to tell Nyx that he’s sending his thoughts too fast, when I realize it’s not Nyx in my head.
“Ambrose?”
The licking stops. Time stops. My heart aches for the man between my legs when I realize I just called out my ex’s name while he was giving me pleasure.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
But with how intense my head felt, I know that whatever Ambrose is trying to tell me is going to trump everything else.
“Ambrose, talk to me?”
“War—the Moonfire witches and Moonlight pack are coming. Be prepared. Only one species can break the curse. A war is starting. Five minutes.”
Nyx is staring at me intently, already figuring out what’s going on. “What did Ambrose say?” Although he’s serious in his tone, he’s not angry that I still hold a connection with Ambrose, even if I am. It felt like the timing was purposeful.
“He said the witches and Moonlight pack are coming in five minutes. They know that only one species can break the curse. A war is starting.”
Nyx nods, looking at me with his dark, chilly eyes. The heat in both of our bodies is stifled but not gone.
“You get to choose. Who you go with. Who you complete the marking ceremony with. You get to choose, no matter what the seers or fate say. I won’t let him take you if you don’t want to go.” He pauses. “And I’ll let you go if you want to go. You’re not a hostage.”
“What about our deal?”
“We can honor our deal whether we are together or not.”
He climbs off of me, and I feel the weight of what we just did and almost did being interrupted. Warm shockwaves are still tingling through my body. My body is still aching for a release that I know will never come.
I yank my bra down and my soaked panties up. Nyx vanishes and returns fully dressed a second later.
“Sylara knows. She’s telling everyone to prepare. Sending for the vampires, too,” he says.
“Now what?”
“Now we prepare for the fight.”
