Page 40 of Unhallowed Murder
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ronnie wanted him to just bite her and get it over with already, and thought he was about to, but he licked her throat and pressed his palm over her clit, and she thought she’ddieof need. Her pulse had been pounding in her ears, and now she felt it in her clit, her nipples. Heat surged through her veins, and her pussy clenched around his cock buried inside her.
She pushed at him impatiently, trying to incite him to move, to bite. Her hips rotated under him, unable to stay still.
“Need.”
She hadn’t meant to say anything, but the single word had come out. Pleading.
One of his hands angled her head so the side of her neck was elongated, and the talented fingers of his other hand massaged all around her clit without touching it.
Before she could protest, his fangs were at her skin, and then oh-so-slowly sank in.
She felt the pressure of them pushing in, and imagined she felt the holes being created and then widened, but she didn’t feel the sharp pain she expected. Before, the vampire had bit fast, sucked, and sucked, andsuckeduntil she hadn’t wanted him stop.
But Josef slid his fangs into her painlessly. His fangsandhis cock were inside her.
The second the thought went through her head, he sucked, and it was as if a line went from his fangs to her clit. He pressed on her clit with his palm when he stopped sucking, and massaged around it again for the next long, intense pull of her blood into his mouth.
His cock pulsed inside her, which made her pussy muscles spasm around him. His hand and mouth worked in congress, so he massaged her clit while he sucked, and then pressed the area while he didn’t — as if he could push more blood into her throat, which was ridiculous, but…
He stopped drinking. Goosebumps surfaced over her entire body when the fangs pulled out. A groan escaped her throat, and her desperation echoed through the room. His tongue laved the holes in her throat, and then he moved over her and finally gave her all of him. Ronnie spread her legs wider, planted her feet, and fucked him right back — hard and fast and perfect.
Her climax slammed through her without warning, and she screamed and writhed under him, but he didn’t slow, and her release grew larger and larger, without an end in sight. Her insides jerked and moved until she wondered if anyone had ever died from too much pleasure, and then her mind was a blank because words were too much. Nothing existed except Josef inside her, taking her.
* * * *
Josef kept her on top of the climax until he worried she might pass out, and only then did he slow his hips and let her catch her breath.
But not long, because he still needed to feed from the cat.
Not literally, of course, but he knew how to bring the cat’s personality to the surface. How to make sure both the womanandthe cat felt as if they’d fed him.
He flipped her over, put her knees under her, and flattened her body. Eventually, she’d learn this was called knees and chest, but words would push the tiger away. He drove into her again, hard and merciless, fucked her fast and brutal for thirty seconds, grabbed the back of her neck, and aimed his fangs for the side — the opposing side, so he wouldn’t drink from the same spot twice in the same day. He stopped fucking her a half-second before he struck, and this time, he let herfeelthe bite.
He’d seen the need for this when she’d let her shields down. She needed him to stop treating her like a rapevictim. She wanted itall, and he was giving it to her — but he was also closely monitoring her scent, her pulse, and her thoughts. She hadn’t put the shield back up, and her thoughts were an open book.
He didn’t drink much this time — a dozen strong pulls, but she was coming again before he’d finished the first because he injected an orgasm cocktail designed to shoot her straight to bliss.
* * * *
He made Ronniechangeto her tiger when they finished, but she didn’t stay in her cat form more than three or four minutes before shechangedback. She had too much to say. Luckily, the cat was in agreement and didn’t argue.
“Unless it’s an emergency, or you need to make a political statement, I’m the only cat you feed from.”
He chuckled. “Your tiger is spectacular,Bellula. I hope you’ll let me spend more time with her later.”
“No other cats,” she repeated.
“I can give you that. Thank you for the exceptions. I’ll try my best not to have to use them.”
“I’m not sore anymore.Dammit.”
Josef couldn’t resist his chuckle. “You wanted me to smell like you, and I only took so much because I knew you could replenish bychanging. If you wish to be sore, I’ll be more than happy to comply once you’ve eaten.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Seven months later
