Page 38 of Veradel
I claw at his lower back, begging, “More.”
He twists slightly, the pressure in my core building so chaotically, I’m on the verge of the most intense orgasm I know I’ll ever experience. And then he releases the pain, replacing it with another soothing suck of his warm tongue, and disappointment wrings in my belly. “I can edge you forever, Saskia. Just build it and build it and never let you come. Like a monster.”
“Destroy me then,” I plead. My mind twists darkly.Another pinch of his fingers, another twist, and he has me right back where I was. On the edge. Wild. Out of my mind. Then he switches to using his canines, stacking feelings one on top of the other with a sharp ache followed by a warm lull.
“Look how fucking beautiful you are,” he says when I arch my hips into him. “My little nightmare. My little vampire.”
Then he takes every sensation back again, and I’m left panting, unable to speak. Of course, only for a second. Because he gives it all back mercilessly.
Slamming his cock into me with one long stroke, he laughs wickedly under his breath, his eyes roving over every part of me.
Again and again, Lucan gives and takes. Until I’m a sweaty, shaking, out-of-breath mess against a tree, whimpering for any sort of release.
“You’re completely wrecked,” he rasps, emotion glimmering in his eyes as they graze up and down my body. “Just like I like you. Now wreck me back. Please, Saskia. Wreck me back.”
This time, I cave to his pleading and sink my fangs into his neck. No thought. No decision. No rules.
Just Lucan’s warm, salty skin against my lips and his blood coating my throat, both of our moans floating into the crisp forest air.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “That hurts so good. Don’t stop.”
Drinking him in, I feel his life force slide down my throat, settle in my stomach, and start to seep into my own bloodstream like we’re becoming one, and my body might combust from the sensation of him inside me in so many different ways.
His entire body tenses, the antibodies in his system working hard to combat my venom. But I know the feeling, the pleasure in the pain that he’s already given me. I can’t pull away, knowing through our connection thathe doesn’t want me to. That somehow, this is different than him touching the Wall, because it’sme.
“If you need my blood for the rest of your life, Saskia, it’s yours,” he breathes. “We’re equal now.”
Equal,I think, arching my hips, trying to feel him deeper as I swallow more and more of him. Never imagining how sensual this could be.We’re one.
Like he can still read my mind, he whispers, “I already can’t live without you, and now you can’t live without me. We’realive, but only together.”
And when we finally come apart, our bodies tremble so hard that the ground quakes.
Let’s run away together,” I say, slumping down against the pine needles littering the ground.
Saskia nestles against my chest, both of us trying to catch our breath. She closes her eyes, and even without our connection, I know she’s imagining it: the unknown.
The color has returned to her cheeks. She looks healthier than I’ve seen her since she fell into my arms, and her sweet scent is magnified, like all of Arad’s venom has completely dissipated, leaving nothing butherbehind.
And the truth swells in my chest, so hard and fast I can barely breathe. She’s not turning to stone. She has more than ten years to live.Centuries.
“We could explore the world,” I add. “Find a new home. A better one.”
She sighs as she opens her eyes and lets reality back in. “Xantera is the only world I’ve ever known. The only world that all of us have ever had. And I need to face your pack.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go anywhere near them right now,” I tell her, a growl vibrating in my chest at the very thought. In truth, I’m not sure Ieverwant Saskia to be anywhere near my pack. In the last three hours alone, my entire world has split in half, where I’m the alpha of the last werewolves on one side and eternally tied to a vampire on the other.
I don’t know how those two halves could ever join. But I know if I have to pick one…
Holding up her hand to inspect it, Saskia bends her fingers, flexes, like she’s gained a sixth sense. Technically, maybe she has.
“If any of them wanted to attack me, I don’t think they’d be able to catch me right now,” she says, grinning. Then she drops her hand and peers up at me playfully. “But if you need time to recover from that, I understand. You must be wiped out.”
Something about her new vampiric self inflates even more of a sense of competition in me than ever before. “Don’t underestimate my stamina, Saskia. We’ll see who the superior species is. Ready for round two?”
She pinches me under my arm, making me squirm, and rolls over on top of me until she’s straddling me with her thighs. When she presses her lips to mine, a zing lights up my nerves.
“Maybe just give me a second,” I concede with a low growl. “Venom. My blood. Antibodies. Mixing. All that.”
