Page 78 of Shifting Hearts 1
He chuckled. “Are you hungry, angel?”
EIGHT
Jas
Jas salivated over the metallic scent of her blood. His eyes fell to her heaving chest as he caught her wrists. He twisted her blouse around her arms and pulled it tight. He pulled a tactical knife from his boot and pressed the point to her cheek.
“Stay still. I wouldn’t want to cut you,” he cautioned.
He twisted the blade so the flat of it was against her skin. He dragged it down her cheek and held it against her throat. She swallowed uneasily before he dragged across her chest and slipped it beneath her flimsy bra.
Seraphina shrieked as he quickly tore through the small slip of fabric holding the cups together. Her delicious tits bounced free.
“You’re a magnificent creature,” he murmured before sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Her back arched as she moaned. He slammed her back on the desk and raised the knife.
“No!” she screamed as he swiftly brought his arm down. With athunk, the blade sunk into the mahogany. Though it wasn’t the chain he’d fantasized, she was immobilized.
“Now you can’t smack me again.” He grinned wickedly. He breathed deeply, unable to quench his excitement as blood beat against his temples like a pounding drum.
“Now, I’m going to show you what you’re missing.”
Edmond was mistaken if he thought he had any right to claim Seraphina. If his sire wasn’t such a creature of habit, Jasper would think the timing suspicious.
She was his. His angel. His mate.
She bit her lip as he bit her hard enough to leave his mark, but not enough to break the skin.
He trailed open mouthed kisses, causing her to whimper. She arched her back as he buried his face in her belly, tickling her with his beard.
He bit the elastic band of her skirt and pulled it down over her hips and off her body despite her protests. Jas ran his nose up from her ankle to her knee. Her blood called to him, but he wanted to prolong the moment. For him and for her. Once he tasted her, there was no turning back for either of them.
He peeled her panties away, exposing her pink pussy.
“Salvation is between your thighs, angel. I intend to find deliverance.”
Her hips bucked as he blew across her lips. He took a deep breath, allowing the scent of her bloodied core to tease his senses.
“Please,” she cried as he ran his calloused thumb over her clit.
Beneath the exterior of the billionaire, he was still the tavern owner, and his appetite hadn’t changed. He continued playing with her as he pushed down on her lower abdomen and grabbedthe string of her tampon with his teeth. He pulled it out slowly, wanting her to feel every bit of it as it slid out.
The angel’s cheeks flamed as he triumphantly raised his head. The bloody piece of cotton dangled from his mouth. He held her gaze as he increased the pressure and speed in which he moved his fingers.
Jas dropped the tampon on her belly before grabbing the armchairs across from the desk. He forced her legs apart and placed her feet flat on the cushion. Blood dripped from her core, staining the wood beneath her ass.
Delicious.
He removed his purple and black striped tie, running the silk between his thumb and forefinger before rounding the desk.
“Jasper,” she whimpered.
“Communication is important, especially in a power dynamic. We use things referred to as safe words to signal distress and/or limits. If you prefer a light system you could use ‘yellow’ to indicate slowing down or ‘red’ meaning stop immediately. However, you can choose any word you like.”
She blinked up at him but didn’t say anything.
“Do you understand?”
