Page 27 of Bite of Midnight
I pull her soaking wet clothes off of her delectable body. Until she’s standing there in nothing but the towel I gave her to dry off. I pull my clothes off too since they’re wet from carrying her. “Damien,” she gasps. Looking at me with longing eyes.
My cock is hard and standing at attention for his mate. I adjust myself and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. Fuck. Seeing her again, like this next to my bed is my undoing. Calla drops the towel and steps toward me. She runs her hands down my chest and hooks her fingers into my boxers and pushes them down.
She kneels before me, her hand closing around my hard cock. It pulses beneath her palm as she strokes it, and when she leans forward to lick the drops of precum from the tip, a shared moan escapes us. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I thread my fingers into her hair, guiding her head over my cock. She takes me in, sucking me down until I hit the back of her throat, bobbing up and down until I can't take it anymore.
Pulling out, I lift her onto the bed. I crave to taste her, but the need to be inside her is stronger. I position myself at her pussy, and she pushes her breasts together. “Fuck, Calla. Yes. I love your huge tits. How your nipples get so hard for me.” I rub the tip of my cock along her wet pussy lips and around her clit.
She moans loudly. “Damien, don’t stop. I need you inside me. I need you to claim me and make me yours for eternity.”
Her words catch in my throat. “Are you sure? Once it’s done I can’t take it back.”
“I’m sure. The only thing that feels right is you. I’m yours, Damien, now make it permanent.”
I slide into her, thrusting until she takes all of me. Pure fucking bliss. Being inside her is both heaven and hell. The way her tightness strangles my shaft, pulsing around me, it's the best feeling in the entire world, and she's giving it all to me. Giving herself to me, trusting me to take care of her. I will. I'll take care of her for the rest of our lives.
I thrust in and out, my elbows propped above her shoulders. I lean down and kiss her fuckable lips, tasting myself on them, which spurs me on. I pull back, coming to my knees and bringing her with me. Her legs straddle my hips, and I hold onto her as she fucks herself on my cock. “Make me yours, Damien.”
“You’re already mine.” I hiss as she takes me over and over into her tight cunt.
“You know what I mean,” she breathes.
“To complete the mate bond, I’ll bite you again and drink your blood, but you’ll need to take my blood too.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, half-drunk on our lovemaking. Gripping her hips, I drive into her, biting down on her shoulder. Her blood coats my lips, and I savor its sweetness as she moans in pleasure. Pulling away, her blood drips from my chin.
Her eyes are heavy, dazed with pleasure, but she’s looking at me like she’s seeing something she’s only ever dreamed of.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice torn and reverent. “You’re perfect.”
Her lips part. “Damien…”
I bring my wrist to my mouth, bite down, and feel the skin split. Dark, hot, alive. Her pupils blow wide.
“If you take me in, the bond locks. You’ll feel me. Always. You’ll never be able to lie to yourself about what we are.”
Her answer is immediate. She takes my arm in both hands and lifts my wrist to her mouth like it’s instinct. Like she’s been waiting her whole life to do it. Her lips seal over the wound.
The first pull nearly knocks me out. My vision whites. The room tilts. Every wall I’ve ever built in a thousand years splits down the middle.
“Good girl,” I choke out, because I can’t not say it. “Take it. Take all of it.”
The bond hits. Not slow. Not gentle. It slams into place like a star going nova. Her mind crashes into mine in a rush of light and sensation and memory. I see her life like it’s being handed to me: her easy laugh with people she loves, the way her hands move when she’s caring for patients, the way she swallows loneliness and smiles anyway, like she refuses to make anyone else carry it.
And she sees me. She sees all of it. The darkness. The violence. The endless ache of waiting. The centuries of emptiness that tasted like ash. The way I’ve been walking through the world like a loaded weapon with no reason not to fire.
But she also sees the other thing. The part of me that is already worshiping her. The devotion. The promise. The absolute, ruthless decision that I will die before I ever let harm touch her again.
She doesn’t recoil. She reaches. Our mouths meet again and the kiss is different now. Not just hunger. Recognition. Completion.
When the rush finally starts to settle, I tear back on a gasp. We’re both breathing hard. The room is spinning slow and bright.
Her eyes are wide and glossy and not entirely human anymore. There’s a new glow in them. A new depth. A little of me. A little of forever.
Tears spill over and slide down her cheeks, but she’s smiling. God, she’s smiling.
“Damien,” she whispers.
My name doesn’t sound mortal anymore when she says it. It carries a hum. A resonance. Like the bond is speaking through her body.
