Page 67 of Entombed By Blood
Draven is in my face faster than I can blink. His hands thread into my hair, tugging my face closer to his.
“Freedom is an illusion, doll.” His breath fans against my lips with every word. “You’re smart enough to know that.” He leans forward, pressing us closer together and inhaling a deep breath of my scent.
The temptation from earlier returns in a rush. Perhaps it’s two centuries of abstinence—or maybe it’s the thrall bond pushing us to get closer—but I want this male in a way I’ve rarely wanted anyone before.
“Your alpha told you I was off limits.” I’m not sure why I feel the urge to remind him.
He just smirks and raises a single brow at me. “That’s what makes it fun.”
In a move so fast it leaves me no time to react, Draven’s fangs descend, and he sinks them into my throat.
Blinding ecstasy cuts off any objection I might make. God. It’s been eons since anyone fed from me. I forgot how good the venom really is. It fizzes through my veins like champagne bubbles. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, and my thighs open to cradle him against me.
It wipes out all rational thought. For the first time in ages, I feel relaxed andgood.
I rock into him, chasing that pleasure like it’s my lifeline. I can lose myself in this—in Draven—and I need that right now.
“Keep doing that and I’ll fuck you right here,” he mumbles against my neck. His breath fans against my skin, leaving goosebumps. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?”
I moan helplessly and shift my hand between us to cup the bulge in his trousers. It’s bold of me, but with the amount of venom buzzing in my veins and the thrall bond between us vibrating in pleasure, I don’t have the energy to care.
Draven growls in answer. One of his hands leaves my hair and dives below the waistband of my trousers to return the favour.
My thralls never gave me any underwear, so there’s no barrier between the heat of his palm and my skin. His fingers trace the seam of my pussy, then delve deeper to press against my clit.
He doesn’t circle. Doesn’t tease. No. What Draven gives me is hard, fast pleasure. Sensation overwhelms all rational thought. I buck hard, trying to get away. Trying to get more.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. He seems to sense that gentleness from him will break the spell I’m under right now, so he doesn’t give me any. In return, I pump his cock. The hot length of him pulses against my grasp through the fabric.
Between his bite and his fingers, it feels like I’m being ripped apart by pleasure. He shifts his hand. His thumb takes over working my clit, and his fingers press against my opening. I’m practically dripping, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, those clever fingers spread the moisture around, teasing me with the penetration Icouldhave.
I growl in frustration and release his cock, ready to finish myself off, if that’s what it takes.
He sinks his fangs deeper in response, pressing me deeper against the tree in an aggressive move that—for some reason—just makes me wetter.
I hiss out a breath and bury my hands in his hair to tug at it in retribution.
“I don’t think you quite understand what fucking is,” I growl.
Draven just grins against my neck. His fingers leave my entrance completely and retreat to play with my clit once more.
Just when I’m about to give him hell for it, those nimble fingers pinch the tiny pearl of flesh between them and tug. Hard.
I see stars. My orgasm rushes through me so brutally that I almost lose my footing on the branch. Only Draven’s weight pressing me into the trunk holds me in place. My whole body clenches on nothing. I release an embarrassing little whimper as my hips roll forward, begging wordlessly.
Draven just chuckles. His fangs leave my neck, and I groan in disappointment.
“I’m not giving you what you want, doll,” he mutters against my throat, licking the puncture wounds to seal them before he pulls back completely.
The distance between us is so cold and unexpected that I shiver. Though, it only lasts for a second before he snatches me into his arms and jumps to the ground.
It takes a long second for me to recover enough to process what he just said.
“Why not?” I glance beyond him at the forest, and he catches me.
Draven lets out a sound halfway between a chuckle and a groan. “Because you’re already thinking about running again, and—as much as I love chasing you—I’d rather not do it with my dick harder than granite.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
