Page 93 of The Reveal
“So that youlive, Winter,” he says forbiddingly. “Through whatever comes.”
Like he’s affronted I don’t get that.
It makes a new kind of sensation wind its way through me, until I wonder if I’m ever going to breathe right again.
“Ariel . . .” I whisper.
“It is the only thing I must insist upon.” His voice is dark even though his eyes glow. “You must live.”
Then, hiding nothing, he tips his head back and I watch as his fangs elongate. They are sharp and long. Terrifying.
Yet I want to lick them.
He is a monster, and he’s making sure I see his true face. Not just his marble beauty but this, the reality of him.
I should scream.
And I do, but only because another orgasm slams into me, like a punch.
Even as I’m shaking my way into it, I watch him lower his head. I assume he’s going to slam those fangs deep into my neck.
And there must be something wrong with me, because I want him to.
I want to feel those fangs deep in my body, so he’s penetrating me in as many ways as he can.
But he doesn’t bite me. He bites himself, ripping open the inside of his own wrist.
“This time when you come, I will come too,” he tells me with a stern certainty that has my clit throbbing. “And this time, you will not pass out the way you did again and again last night.”
“Did we have sex last night?” I’m outraged at the idea, fighting to get my breath back so I can truly be furious about this unbelievably intense and stunning thing happening and me somehow missing it—
“Don’t be ridiculous.” His voice is so dark. His gaze is sohot.
He doesn’t say,You would know.
I would know.
“Ariel,” I say again, but my gaze is on the place where his blood wells in the cut he’s made on the inside of his wrist. “Ariel, please.Please—”
His silver eyes flash like a thunderstorm.
I feel it inside me, that high wind and the sudden shock of cold.
His cock seems to swell as he presses his wrist to my lips.
I taste flesh and copper, and I have the split-second urge to recoil, but then the flavor hits me.
Rich and textured. Coppery, yes, but layered with complicated notes of spice and wonder, something like rosemary, and him.
All him.
Ariel’s cock seems larger still, pressing against the walls of my pussy to make the already astonishing sensation that muchmore. That much wilder, that much more impossible, that much more astonishinglygood, like my body was made entirely for him to play with as he pleases—
I can’tsayplease, so I suck on his wrist even harder, circling my hips to work his cock even deeper into me.
He lowers his head and opens his mouth wide against my neck. Then he bites down, sinking those fangs deep into my skin the same way he slammed his cock into my body.
So hard and so deep it ought to split me in half.
