Page 8 of The Mafia Bloodline
When my clothes hit the floor, his sharp inhale dragged my attention to his eyes. They burned, pale and bright, as they swept over me. “Perfect,” he said, voice thick with hunger. “Every fucking inch of you. Mine to see. Mine to touch.”
Heat rushed through me, mortifying and electrifying, as his hand slid down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties before ripping them away in one swift motion.
“Volken…” My voice cracked, but his mouth silenced me again, his tongue stroking mine as his hand pressed between my thighs. My hips arched helplessly, traitorously, into his touch.
“Already wet for me,” he growled, his thumb circling, his fingers sliding lower until I gasped and clutched at his shoulders.
I wanted to deny it, but the bond pulsed between us, tearing through any walls I had left. My body was his, completely, desperately.
He shed his clothes with ruthless efficiency, and when his body finally pressed against mine, my breath hitched. He was massive, all carved muscle and ink, his cock thick and heavy against my thigh. My stomach twisted with a mix of fear and anticipation.
“I can’t…” I whispered, but he caught my chin, forcing my gaze up.
“You can,” he said, voice low and commanding. “I’ll make sure you do. Slowly. Carefully. Until you take every inch of me. Until your body knows it belongs to me. You were made for me.”
His words should have frightened me. Instead, they drenched me in heat.
He slid inside me slowly, stretching me until I gasped, nails biting into his shoulders. He stilled, his breath ragged against my ear, his body shaking as he held back.
“Too much?” he asked, his voice raw with restraint.
I shook my head, even as my body burned with the stretch. “No… don’t stop.”
A feral growl tore from him, and he began to move, shallow at first, giving me time to adjust, his thumb stroking my clit until the burn turned to something else, something unbearable and perfect all at once.
“Volken,” I gasped, his name breaking apart on my tongue.
“That’s it,” he snarled, thrusting deeper, harder, until I cried out. “Say my name when you come. Say it so you never forget who owns this body.”
The pace built, his body pounding into mine, his lips bruising my throat, his fangs grazing but not biting. Every thrust pulled me tighter into the bond, every stroke unravelling me, when his fangs finally sink into my neck I shattered, screaming his name, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
And when he finally let himself go, spilling inside me with a guttural roar, he collapsed over me, his weight heavy, his breath ragged. His lips pressed against my temple, his words rough and reverent.
“We are one now, Runa. Body. Blood and Soul. From this night on you are mine and I am yours.”
And as my body trembled, my heart slammed, and my mind spun with the impossible truth of him, one thought burned hotter than all the rest.
God help me. I wanted to be his.
Chapter 4
The air still hummed with her scent, warm, sweet, laced with something that was intoxicating.The bond pulsed faintly between us, a steady rhythm under her heartbeat, under mine, like the two had begun to echo each other.
Runa was curled against me, her breath unsteady, the mark of my bite a faint bloom against her neck. The sight of it made my chest ache with something primal. My body should’ve been sated, but I wasn’t. I could never be.
I brushed my fingers through her honey-coloured hair, the soft strands catching the dim light as her lashes fluttered. She looked up at me, still dazed, eyes wide and shimmering like liquid gold. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I had centuries of words buried in me, but none of them fit this woman.
“This… this bond,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but steady. “What happens now?”
I exhaled slowly, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “Now?” I murmured. “You rest. You eat. You stay close to me. You don’t go anywhere near danger again.”
Her brow furrowed immediately. “You can’t just…”
“I can,” I interrupted, the words sharper than I intended. Her eyes narrowed, and I forced my voice lower, steadier. “Because I know what’s out there, Runa. You don’t. You think you’ve seen danger, but the demons you were sniffing around… they’d have torn you apart.”
She swallowed hard, pushing herself up on her elbows, the sheet falling slightly. My gaze flicked down instinctively before I caught myself, dragging it back to her face. “You knew?” she asked softly. “About the demons?”
“I’ve fought them for centuries,” I said, leaning back against the headboard. “My brothers and I…Roman, Lucien, Draugr and Viking. We are the Blood Mafia, rulers of the underworld, protectors of this city, whether humans know it or not.”
