Page 69 of Fated to the Vampire Prince
My cock wanted to be where my tongue was, but we weren’t there yet. No. Not even close. I wanted her to have every experience she’d been missing out on. Starting with this one. Licking. Sucking. Dragging out her pleasure until she was quivering and whispering my name like she was talking to her moon goddess, begging for a long-held wish.
Gently, I slid a finger inside her tight pussy, just far enough in to tease her. “Give it to me, Claire. Give me all that hate.”
Quicker strokes. Gentle, but fast against her clit. Rubbing. Moving my finger inside her heat. Over and over. Back and forth. In and out. Until my hand was covered in her and she finally screamed. I slipped inside her mind just to feel the pleasure—the ecstasy of her release. Like a depraved man, I grabbed my cock and worked my own free, pumping hard, pushing my pleasure to her so she could feel it. Feel how good she made me feel.
“Show me,” Claire gasped. “Let me see you.”
I sat up, unable to deny her anything, and worked my cock hard with her release on my hand, until I groaned and thick, hot lines shot across her belly. Her breasts. Covering her in my mark. My breath was locked inside my chest. My head swam with sensations and feelings I’d never experienced before. It wasn’t just a release, but a coming home.
Claire ran her fingers through my cum, and I imagined her licking them. Her eyes met mine. “I’m ready now.”
Ready for me to fuck her. To be her first. Her last. Her only. I teetered on the edge of a decision that couldn’t be undone.
“Please, Bastien.” She hooked her hands around the back of my legs and pulled me onto her. My length slid through her wetness. Her hips bucked into me, pressing my tipright there.
One movement, and it would be done. One little thrust, and she’d be mine. I grabbed her knee, and opened her up wider for me, draping her leg around my hip.
“This is what you want?” I asked, my body trembling with the restraint needed for this moment.
She nodded. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
Gently,foolishly, I sank a breath closer, barely nudging her open. Her mouth rounded in shock, and tears gathered in her eyes. I bit my lip. She was so tight. Too tight. But that wasn’twhat was holding me back. If I did this, I’d be more than just her first time. If I did this, I’d be more than mated to her. According to our laws, if I did this, I’d be making Claire my wife.
“D-don’t stop,” she said. “I can take it.” I was so lost in her eyes, lost in the war raging inside me, that I almost didn’t hear someone knocking at the door. Claire stilled. “Someone’s here.”
I blew out a long breath. “It’sNatalia.” She was looking for me. I knew without slipping inside her mind and asking. I was late for my meeting. All it would take was one look at me and she’d know the truth.
My gaze settled on Claire, whose cheeks were bright red, and who was covering her chest with her hands. “You should go.”
She was right. I shouldn’t have even let it go this far. Kissing her was torture, but I could endure it. Sealing my bond, making her my wife, was selfish. I needed to go. However, I couldn’t just leave her like this. Alone and questioning what happened. Thinking I meant to abandon her again after intimacy just to hurt her. She knew of our mate bond now, so it felt imperative that I give her more than just words.
If I was going to be able to maintain any sanity inside this castle, I was going to need to know she was safe. And there was one way to do that. Another knock. More impatient this time. I returned my attention to Claire. Lacing my fingers through hers, I pulled her into a seated position. “I have something for you.”
Her eyes connected with mine, and in the soft light of the fire, they looked like liquid fire. I unhooked the chain from around my neck, and carefully turned my bloodstone over, opening the locket and removing the small necklace that had been stored inside. With care, I removed the thin gold chainwith a pea-sized red stone attached, then donned my own necklace once again. Taking her hand in mine, I let the chain coil into her open palm.
“What is it?” she asked, staring at the red gem.
“It’s a bloodstone.”
A bloodstone that was harvested from the mountains surrounding this very château and imbued with both light and dark magick.
She drew in a surprised breath before suspicion creased her brow, touching the lace choker that had nearly taken her life. She was leery of collars, and I understood why.
“This necklace isn’t like yours. It’s not meant to hurt you. For centuries, vampires have given their mates a bloodstone. A twin cut from mine. If you need me, touch the stone and say my name.” She said nothing, only stared at the stone. Her eyes going glassy with tears. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s just… no one has ever given me something like this before.”
“If you don’t want it?—”
“No, I do. I do want it.”
Hesitantly, I asked, “May I?”
Once again, she nodded.
Pulling back her long hair and gathering it in one hand, I draped the necklace around her delicate neck, fastening the clasp. As soon as I did, I felt the tether between us strengthen. Our bond deepening. The gem sat just above her cleavage, and it brought me unimaginable pleasure to see her wearing it. I wondered if she felt the same thing. If she could feel how this tied us tighter together. “Keep it concealed,” I told her. “Under your dress, if possible.”
Another, more insistent knock came. I gritted my teeth. “Why do I need to conceal it?” she asked.
